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Power To The Poet: And It Was summer

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. And It Was summer. As I smoked a cigar in my backyard,. The old Indian lady from across the street. Walked over with her pit bull. And complained about the smell. 8220;You smoke mucho marijuana,”. She said pointing at my Backwoods. 8220;It’s a cigar,” I explained. 8220;No,” she said, “You stop.”. 8220;Listen, your dog barks all night long. Took a crapzilla on my lawn.

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Power To The Poet: although

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. All you do is drink and write poetry. I've never been drunk a day in my life. I've written plenty of bad poetry. 3 this. Its almost a tribute to the wit of Winston Churchill. When told that he was a drunk by a woman he replied, Maam, I may be drunk tonight but tomorrow you will still be ugly. Esteban R. Arellano. Thanks for coming over. My middle sisters name is.

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Power To The Poet: Happy Union: A Path To Enlightenment

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. Happy Union: A Path To Enlightenment. Happy Union, Texas, August ‘88,. At the waterhole north end of grandfather’s farm. Where Kirby keeps his cattle. It’s evening and a hundred and ten degrees. Barbas de Oro is whooshing in from south of El Rio Grande. The chaparral throbs and the cornfields rattle like pissed-off snakes. Pass through me -. If He knows me completely,.

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Power To The Poet: And after so many years,

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. And after so many years,. And after so many years,. The world slides off my shoulders. Valleys and mountains,. Wednesdays and Sundays;. All, all is lost. Earth is flat, and the ocean,. Spills over the edge. And after so many years,. You say, "My love is yours.". What colossal weight -. The autumn roads we traveled. To a graveyard in my chest. Esteban R. Arellano.

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Power To The Poet: Leave Me

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. My whiskey and cigars. Let me blow rings. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The duty of a poet -. To speak what we feel,. Not what we ought to say.". As God said, crossing his legs,. I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.". Graphics by Kellie Elmore. Love quotations contest at Magic in the backyard. Writing is a form of prayer. Just po...

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Power To The Poet: Driftwood

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. An ocean of emotion. If that’s the case, then all I have is driftwood. 8220;I love your eyes, your smile, your lips. The way you say my name.”. 8220;Let me hold your hand.”. A kiss. A hug. I disrobe you. Lick lines of dissent on your body. 8220;Let me love you? There is no shoreline. Twenty-five years of flotsam. Keep me from drowning. I hang on in desperation. Image...

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Power To The Poet: She Hears Him

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. He scurries across the floor,. And through any nook or cranny,. Disappears into the walls,. Then she awakens to an empty crib -. The house settling,. She hears him crying. Haunting and lonely. Beautiful. Esteban R. Arellano. Thank u very much. Esteban R. Arellano. The world goes round and round. Esteban R. Arellano. But I can hold everyone elses . Much love and peace.

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Power To The Poet: u

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The duty of a poet -. To speak what we feel,. Not what we ought to say.". As God said, crossing his legs,. I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.". Graphics by Kellie Elmore. Love quotations contest at Magic in the backyard. Writing is a form of prayer. View my complete profile. Magic in the Backyard.

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Power To The Poet: She Lived in The Hush Of life

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. She Lived in The Hush Of life. She lived in the hush of life. Free from the discord of the world. She moved in a different kind of light,. In a path where angels whispered their comings and goings,. Where truths were absolute and breathed in stone,. Where teardrops evaporated into an eternal aurora. In the chambers of her heart, a promise flowered. And by and by,.

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Power To The Poet: himno #1

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Power To The Poet. You know the words, but you don't know the tune. - Mark Twain. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. When Flowers Were I n Bloom. My thoughts are on Molly’s plump ass, how I’d like to spank it, bite it, kiss it, mold myself around it. That’s when Sam comes around the corner and stands smiling and I smile back. You know, one of those dumbass grins that says, “O shit! 8220;No, it’s fine. It’s a blessing. God has given me so many opportunities to witness. Before, I couldn&#...8220;Sure,” I d...