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Waves of Poems

 

 

Waves of poems

are in my bones

It seems I can't leave

them alone

 

Poems pull and tug

till out they come

the mystery is

why I am prone

 

No turning back

control I lack

where there is one

there are much more

 

Poems ebb and surge

till they emerge

like waves crash on

the waiting shore.

 

 

◄ Plastic Jesus

Cash & Credit---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd ►

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Sat 11th Jan 2020 02:54

I can totally relate to this one D. Poetry seems to be a growing obsession lately!

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