Community > Posts By > technovative
Topic:
Pothole Puddles
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Thanks, Robin.
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Topic:
Pothole Puddles
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Thanks for having a look and taking a moment to acknowledge what I shared, Julie.
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Topic:
Pothole Puddles
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Upturned canoe held above
it serves to deflect a thick skull's punching glove as it shields from the sky that rains. With a circling motion the dull throbbing drains from the horseshoe imprint stamped on my gut, oars propped up a lumbered strut. My walking stick stuck in a crack sidewalk stampedes would've broke my back if it weren't for this flipped over boat. When I reach the shore with the vessel I tote, curved side down it's a floating umbrella pothole puddles ain't gonna drown this fella. |
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Topic:
Oh, Child of Mine
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A heartfelt expression conveyed with evocative impact.
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Topic:
Eat or be Eaten
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Thanks Nick, I appreciate it.
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Crispin Krunshe
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A. Paco Lipptic
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Cause I can't sleep and I want to be held (((Carebear))) |
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Gore Gonzales
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Rick Auta
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Maz Arella
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Chet R. Chieze
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Beau Ninn
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Gord Enuph
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Topic:
Artistic Possibilities
Edited by
technovative
on
Thu 10/27/22 04:43 PM
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Yes, artists tend to notice the fine details. When presented with creative flare, these observations can make powerful connections with an audience. As your expression here has done with me, Mig.
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I vote. I'm adamant about my position on key issues. The way I vote and my position on issues are indicative of my world-view. If the same is true of someone I'm considering dating, and the scenery in my world-view distorts when superimposed with theirs... we're probably incompatible.
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Topic:
The Futility of Salvation
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Thanks for your time and interest folks. I appreciate your feedback.
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Topic:
The Futility of Salvation
Edited by
technovative
on
Wed 10/19/22 06:24 PM
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Head above waves when I walk on stilts
and cloud the sea spray stirring the silt. When the wiseguy's shoes tug on my legs dragging me deeper this diver begs a mermaid to share air with a kiss to resuscitate the tanks with buoyant breaths. Lifting me slowly from the murky depths light shafts glint off her iridescent scales, beams a shade brighter every thrust of her tail. Pierce through the surface turn my head and see, a cement mixing thug lurking waiting to sink me. |
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Dix N.Cox
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Topic:
Posthumously Sacrosanct
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Thanks, Robin and Julie.
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