Blogs about: Rhymed Verse
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Another Poem
Staring at my enemy, A square of white upon the screen, I need to be reminded If it isn’t done, I’ve failed. I am so very tired, And last night I was so wired, And the night before I just … more →
Tom's Poetry
Another Poem
Tom Shamma wrote 3 days ago: Staring at my enemy, A square of white upon the screen, I need to be reminded If it isn’t done … more →
Luminous Abyss (I)
Tom Shamma wrote 5 days ago: Glowing e’er beneath me Is a luminous abyss, Seeming to entreat me To escape my lofty gloom. A … more →
Ben
Tom Shamma wrote 1 week ago: Ben says I shouldn’t trust authority. And he’s a man I can believe. I trust implicitly t … more →
Daphne
Tom Shamma wrote 1 week ago: Daphne was my lover’s name, And gracefully my lover came, And charmed me with her golden mane; … more →
The Modern-Intellegent Socialite
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Tom Shamma wrote 2 weeks ago: Her voice was sweet as Aspartame, Her legs were smooth as Novocaine, Her mood was light as Nicotine, … more →
Some Thoughts on Religion, Activism, And The War on Terror
Tom Shamma wrote 3 weeks ago: “I pray about it every night. Don’t you pray?” Don’t you write? Write a fuc … more →
A Late Goodbye
Tom Shamma wrote 3 weeks ago: Though I enjoy your company I’ve lately come to find The clear and cheerful benefit Of leaving … more →
Ode To The Girl I Don't Know
Tom Shamma wrote 4 weeks ago: I cannot say I know you well, I’d barely dare to guess, But what I know intrigues me, And I … more →
Every Fight I've Ever Been In, Ever
Tom Shamma wrote 1 month ago: I suffered a building sensation of dread As the words left my mouth from the top of my head And I kn … more →
Proposal Of A 1950's Man
Tom Shamma wrote 1 month ago: Life is very fleeting, dear, And if I’m not devoted, I could waste it having fun And never get … more →
Bottomless Coffee
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Tom Shamma wrote 1 month ago: In a busy restaurant I Sit and drink my coffee and I Fiddle with my fingertips, My back turned to th … more →
Hospital Orderly Days and Nights
hudowen wrote 3 months ago: My first full time job in Canada, when I moved there in 1969, was at Sunnybrook Hospital north of To … more →
A Morning In Wales
Me a writer? wrote 8 months ago: Kicked out to play after breakfast, a rummage in sheds finds an old pram stray, ripe for wheels. Pla … more →
Friends You Get
Me a writer? wrote 11 months ago: Friends are people met first; perhaps you disagree and thirst for stories of meetings with headfirst … more →
The Restroom
srandrewjo wrote 1 year ago: She slipped in just as someone else was leaving. She knew they wouldn’t let her use the key, a … more →
From a Young Girl
srandrewjo wrote 1 year ago: Everything opens and closes; doors and days, eyes and ears, minds, seasons, a pickle jar, mouths and … more →
WINTER
srandrewjo wrote 1 year ago: Lord, tell me that winter’s short and that I need not stay beneath this crust of frozen stuff, … more →
The Poet
srandrewjo wrote 1 year ago: I’ve tried free verse. I cannot find the way through my own thoughts without a metered line to … more →
The Mighty If
bennythomas wrote 1 year ago: If one war did break its pod And cast poison seeds abroad: If one word did from wounds lick Clean of … more →
