On life and its vagaries

Epigrammatic Poems

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On The ‘High’ Way’s


Fender bender on the ‘high ‘ way

We call in the kindly cops

Nothing’s amputated than our pride


Making ‘em Rhyme


I ponder deeply on the epigrammatic poem

Alas, they don’t blasted rhyme

If I make ‘em, would it be a darned crime?


Truism Haiku


Terror goes often disguised as pride

And mirrors never display our true face

So horrors are born from deep within


Romance Digital


There’s a breach betwixt the ciphers and ones

And I fill them with healing love

Then stop to learn if the realm virtual is exclusive


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