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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse?: 30 November 2008

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse? Poetry Collection of Eugene Docena. Saturday, December 6, 2008. Lazy Computer Technicians (Petrarchan Sonnet). Machinery checks repetitious modes. For often will it be often-often. Often mistakened perfect 'til proven. Neglected by its Maker's lazy codes. The heat and metal combined will melt nodes. Pretentious offers dupe consumers in. To pay for none of what they need. Preachin'! Preachin' without proof, sell nothing that "owns". So hence we review experiences. 50) Third We...

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse?: 24 August 2008

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse? Poetry Collection of Eugene Docena. Saturday, August 30, 2008. The sun sets at west. Cascading the hill's solid brow. It is Six O'four. Kick off the ball to the side lines. And tell me of all my follies. Concern the Referee of me. I'll fist your mouth with my jollies. Mar my arduous antics as of late. I tire of the monotonous day. Leave me presents and usual pleasantries. I'll lie for your sake and smile oh so gay! For you do nothing worth your time alone. I sing a song too.

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse?: Summer Once... (Tanka)

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse? Poetry Collection of Eugene Docena. Tuesday, February 3, 2009. Summer Once. (Tanka). There was a time when. We were once innocent too. When swimming was fun. And summer with you was clean. Why did to do that? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 75) The Writer's Place, Poetry Contest: 3 poems. 50) Third Wednesday: 3 poems. Poetry Litmas: Sensing Winter. Triond Pay per Poem. Summer Once. (Tanka). When Meeting She (Pushkin Sonnet). The Girl (Terza Rima). Red Flag (English Sonnet).

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse?: Crisis (Vers Libre)

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse? Poetry Collection of Eugene Docena. Tuesday, February 3, 2009. Did you ever wake to such dissatisfaction. Without much else to hope against. That life seemed to never end. Wishing for something real. Though knowing well that. You may still be alone? I don't know when it will end. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 75) The Writer's Place, Poetry Contest: 3 poems. 50) Third Wednesday: 3 poems. Poetry Litmas: Sensing Winter. Triond Pay per Poem. Summer Once. (Tanka). A poem abl...

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse?: Bitterness (Terza Rima)

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse? Poetry Collection of Eugene Docena. Tuesday, February 3, 2009. Killing life when death is absent, making. An hour trench slowly through a day. Repeating one's nihilism perverting. Shaking truth with steadfast pride away. Prying into scheming persistence. Nullifying what say "Come what may! Proving least of love's existence. And most of all that of God's presence. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 75) The Writer's Place, Poetry Contest: 3 poems. 50) Third Wednesday: 3 poems.

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse?: 04 January 2009

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse? Poetry Collection of Eugene Docena. Wednesday, January 7, 2009. A trembling fear conspires against odds. Plotting in mention to unkind gossip. Consoling to one's trustworthy methods. Propelling insecurities to slip. Til the day all are blind. (s)he smiles and nods. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 75) The Writer's Place, Poetry Contest: 3 poems. 50) Third Wednesday: 3 poems. Poetry Litmas: Sensing Winter. Triond Pay per Poem. Los Angeles, California, United States. By, Ogi Ryuichi.

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse?: 08 February 2009

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Can My Poetry Get Any Worse? Poetry Collection of Eugene Docena. Thursday, February 12, 2009. Since the birth of the wire people have clicked. Upon buttons and buttons and buttons of. Remotes and phones, to D-pads and keyboards. Practicing technological skills aloof. Sooner though, expected in proper timing. The zombies whom the audience once were. Transform as lesser apes that do nothing. Interacting with words, without conflict. Spanning their wits in trivial puns. Of the attention span that once was.

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You're My Everything by Aavis on DeviantArt

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