The easy-scroll section
on the right side of my track pad
wasn’t working.
I used my finger
and applied more pressure
to try and make it work,
but now it’s not only the track pad
that’s broken.
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SBgiselle: Straight and tall, The mighty tree, For decades it has grown. It reached so high, It spread so far, All on it’s very own. The tree was proud, Of his solid wood, And the quantity of...
D. Edgar Lamp: A Story In Verse, Part 5: THE OCEAN I clung to his neck with my eyes tightly closed. The beat of his wings like a music composed A tranquil serenity there in the air, An island of...
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The easy-scroll section
on the right side of my track pad
wasn’t working.
I used my finger
and applied more pressure
to try and make it work,
but now it’s not only the track pad
that’s broken.
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Lock down the lid,
set the dial
Inside are potatoes
standing guard around the beef
against carrots and onions
but they’ll soften
as will the other vegetables
and only the meat will get tougher
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I pace on the floor-
just can’t do it.
Too much burden-
Can’t entertain
the ever patient pressure.
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The poet sits down to write,
the poet begins to think,
under pressure to convert
his heart and thoughts to ink.
Running out of time,
he sacrifices heart,
choosing cleverness and rhyme
over pure and passionate art.
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