Wednesday, July 24, 2019
a poem by annapolis montuwa
when a cuckoo clock falls silent
my alarm clock rings loud
who i am
what i can do
and what i will become of
one day it seems clear that
i come from outer space
I am an allien who refuses to wine
yet opts for a party flavor
i pick a poem cafe to sit and shine
these days when the doubts increase
and when the tide in indian ocean drops
i hear a lone wolf howl
i know that grace and heather always await for attention
and i know anne julie and emily wilson alike around
a short sign from tom and victoria could trig my attention
poetry and story inn fridays week 30, 39, 51 short story slam week 110, 121
flowers, truth, and mathematics
peace, friendship, and tolerance
lots of beautiful things happen
we do vote for education, freedom, and academic excellence
Sunday, July 21, 2019
short story slam week 107, 121, poetry and story inn fridays week 37, 50
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