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Different Feet
Big paws little paws. Talons galore. Webbed feet no feet. On their belly goes. Some have toes others hooves. Every version unique as can be. Allows the creature to move freely. So cherish each.
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Upon a green monadnock ‘Neath schizophrenic weather Is in my mind aye-padlocked Midst queries of time’s ledger Soggy fries made memories Quiche of a chilly nature Tortellini treasuries? Nah, cake was best I’d wager Raindrops like small sunrises Weaving down beaten walkways Fences, sunburn, surprises Goose bumps find their feet ablaze Pages of a chapter-book Ink made from broken hemlock Spilled in joy that overtook Upon a green monadnock
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The Fat and the Proud - Prologue
“How do you think Ezekiel is doing?” Jonah asked Michael as the two Seraphims waited for the Ophanims’ arrival in front of the Council Chambers. Michael looked at the much older, but still young-looking, Seraphim, sighing a bit. “Honestly… I have no idea, though I’m certain that he’s doing his best, like he’s always done!” he replied, trying to sound hopeful, though the slight furrowing of his brow gave away his true feelings on the matter. He was worried sick. Ever since Ezekiel had been sent to Earth, he hadn’t heard back from him, not a single message, not a single plea for advice… nothing… what in the world was he up to?! “I’m sure he’s doing okay, he’s a good angel… he surely has potential for Redemption!” Jonah tried reassuring him, smiling a bit. Michael briefly smiled back, but it faded away once he saw the Ophanims approach. The Ophanims were unlike any other Angel; some might have even doubted they were Angels at all. They were three times as tall as all the other Angels
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Apparently this is now an 8 part series?
I really wasn't expecting anymore "bright" ideas as far as poetry goes. I was expecting all of my latest pieces to inspire me to work on one of my primary projects (one of 4 comic book series).
Instead, I'm sitting on the couch, twiddling my thumbs while I wait for critiques on these things from either here or writing.com. Ok...not twiddling my thumbs.
This was probably fueled by texting back and forth with the latest man to crook his finger and beckon me into his grasp which I willing fall into to be devoured.
Anyway, more shit. Enjoy!
I really wasn't expecting anymore "bright" ideas as far as poetry goes. I was expecting all of my latest pieces to inspire me to work on one of my primary projects (one of 4 comic book series).
Instead, I'm sitting on the couch, twiddling my thumbs while I wait for critiques on these things from either here or writing.com. Ok...not twiddling my thumbs.
This was probably fueled by texting back and forth with the latest man to crook his finger and beckon me into his grasp which I willing fall into to be devoured.
Anyway, more shit. Enjoy!
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