The Ladder
This is a dynamic ranking ladder of my poems that changes in real time as |
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#1741 | I may get some of it. From my internal voice at noon. Augusta in a conscious effort. As pretty as a spoon. _ |
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#1742 | I would love to stay and chat. But ear-plugs are my art. And across, the dust of deserts. One photon has my heart. _ |
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#1743 | He is brave!! Right over there. The sun, the moon, and stars. Running on unclear fiction. I present to you, all cars. _ |
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#1744 | A trained attack dog and it's owner. Following a paranoid person,, for lint. Angry at man, for not filling out, form. That he read, not-to in-the finest print. _ |
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#1745 | Shovelling dust from bins of character flaws. Into a kiln adding stealth today. Or a one thousand hot air balloon festival. Where one is falling,, amongst all play. _ |
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#1746 | Office desk with a small model. Of an elevated lounge chair, facing sky. And a hydro electric dam for water. With visitors on it's lower deck why? _ |
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#1747 | Close your eyes and sit right there. And in that chair beside you, see empty stats. Imagine there sits, your ideal boyfriend. Now open eyes.. and grinning there I sat. _ |
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#1748 | Sled Robert's slopey secrets. Pure fascination failure. Lamp air inspectives. What is this domain floor. _ |
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#1749 | Respecting stylish folds, in my brother's pants. As he explains something complex to my "sisters". A rich-person's car hitting one poor child. In front of a luxury hotel, (no blisters). _ |
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#1750 | Snapping two fingers with great struggle. Only to find,, it's a new-way of dreaming. Pouring two coffee mugs into a sink. And a shade tree,, to celebrate meaning. _ |
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#1751 | A pretty model on a catwalk stage. Walking passed a toilet on the stage with a logo. Of a happy car,, on a happy bridge. Almost passing a fashion hobo. _ |
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#1752 | Trying to hang a spatula, onto a small weak flange. Two-bends away from breaking. Woman making, funny-face,, changing to sad. Miming,, "crushed-heart and aching". _ |
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#1753 | Famous, bounty-hunter family, teaching their toddler. How to pick locks while they're out on runs. A flower cupping it's petals, and leaning towards you. To hear all of mankind's puns. _ |
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#1754 | Relative asking, for money, and laughing. Thanks chummy! Slap money! Dance leaving! And an ashtray with ledge, and a purified edge. For non-smokers to empty with pleasing. _ |
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#1755 | Owner of the Apple computer company showing up! Out of the blue to keep a woman's car drove'n. You're going to need a new Pyrex dish. I think it maybe broken from stove'n! _ |
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#1756 | Woman finishing a complex phone call. Just in time to stop a man touching her back. A man successfully asking, woman for date. Phoning friend but never mentioning that. _ |
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#1757 | Two binge-drinking women in love,, with binge-drinking man. They just "noticed fallen on sidewalk mortar". And a washing machine, with a digital readout. Saying, "Seven friends? Sorry out of order". _ |
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#1758 | Standing up. I wasn't, waiting fame. With midnight always set to noon. And undecided sun for whom. _ |
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#1759 | She stands and holds the friendless. And eyes horizon's loan. Frayed with time for stillness. She is the warmest home. _ |
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#1760 | Man with 3 shirts on backwards. Peaking out door before leaving coded. Voltage transformer labeled fearful inside. Electronic devices ok duly noted. _ |
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#1761 | Lonely woman hugging large door. That has just broken free of plane. Or homely woman descending slide. Somewhere inside of plain. _ |
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#1762 | A pretty woman made from folded paper. By an Origami master with too much time. A pretty veterinarian, checking a man's blood pressure. Healthy dog between them,,, and grand design. _ |
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#1763 | And should the music be fast or slow. We'll know by the face of gain. Year of the two eye blinks given. I'll be arriving on that train. _ |
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#1764 | A man successfully patting his head. To drain the sand out of his brain. A large deep and interesting excavation site. In front of a man's domain. _ |
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#1765 | London "forks". State your names. Do you want your visa's back. That's fantastic. It's been ten years. We've had no flavors but loud's of clack. _ |
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#1766 | Would you mind spending. Some time in the booth with me. Our jumper-champion named "However". Is planning very well I see. _ |
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#1767 | I can "see" it in your skin. He's arranging the size of moons. And your eyes I don't understand. You did when she found spoons. _ |
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#1768 | Do you know-who is home. Collection Plates or Jumping? Is it "something" that sounds sincere? Like growing crowds what do we have here. _ |
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#1769 | Come in we are making progress. Ten days finally has mended-skin. Including the ten ton truck in forward. Hello coffee how you doing friend? _ |
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#1770 | I can't think so save the Poly-Sporin. You know that you're not dying right? "Just page one" in Los Angeles! You soon can eye your dishes-bright? _ |
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