Friday, April 27, 2018

clicking poems: 'Ode to the Unrecorded'

Never, going where fate is bluer than the new translucent gear 🐦 Ode to the Unrecorded Robins fly and walk on the green where white Dutch clover smokes a ring on the bluest blue Kentucky bluegrass you’ve ever seen not for any Disney but to feast on earthworms in spring. Radios, TVs, and phones in a... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 26, 2018

clicking poems:

The hills are alive with the splash of blossoms, snowy white flowering pears, a cherry pink cloud mast, a blue and white pond of grape hyacinths, and rings of yellow daffodils around chartreuse trees. A 😎 Billy Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

he wears for his own wings an orange woolen sweater

❁ leaving butterfly weed ❁ Ah the beautiful butterfly of summer’s quite the Ugly Duckling of Hans Christian Anderson if the gentleman had made a reality show; oh, really the gardener’s companion on a snapdragon so resting and gathering pollen while... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Are there times you hiding valuable comforts over, showing off it loves?

She rows the boat out of the Canal de la. On the far east Jan, wearing his scuba gear spots small huts in the resort of Villa Guama. “Do the villagers out there still dress in their native tribal garbs?” The TU ESDA Y A ftern 👀 nPos t A) The Evening News 🎩 A BILL G 👀 D L 👀 K AT HARRY POTTER ON... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 23, 2018

clicking poems: 'Shapes Alone'

wondering if such afterthoughts were the way love goes Shapes Alone Silhouettes in the streetlights of your eyes shaped and formed from your soul exposed to the shadow of her face before your goodbyes, swiping your smile that fell in love and froze over the years without speaking again to romance... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

💔 memo from the blattar 👀 n 📱 smart pulse or pain: debate on swipe left dating apps G ( >) Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 20, 2018

clicking poems: 'Spring's One'

Fish sweet’s the smell I sense believe it or not spring airs of it a matter of faith and trust in season to think we wait so long to sit mental methyl, needing fennel a Grinch or Lorax, hating or love April a paradox, reading poems; where’s henna? O perhaps another scent a girl Now cherry’s not... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

What makes people take planes after crashes in the news?

The Row Diner’s an authentic West Village diner for three generations. The storefront office of his one man investigation agency’s around the corner. His cellphone on the counter rings. He picks up it. His ad in the Yellow Pages gives both the phone number and address. The TU ESDA Y A ftern oo nPos... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

clicking poems: 'Snaps and Lace"

If water gives and maintains life; Petals without puddles push in buds people prepare months to become stiff looking more than for sunrise. They feel so sad in rain that brings the rose, hearing weather is eve of judgement not May when thunder’s soothing rocking tone of prose from wintersong, spring... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Like love white’s all around me in the bark of the river birch in the flowers on the pear trees around the squirrel tails and stomachs and their glow I see, sitting on the bench; even in the sunlight, showing through the pines. Billy Bayway’s Column Sign in to see full entry.

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