Classic poem of the day
there are 6 doors.
Next door(but
four)gentlemen are trinightly entertained by a whore
who Talks in the daytime, when who
is asleep with only several
faces and a multitude of chins:next door
but three dwells;a (ghost) who
screams Faintly always
who Is bluish;next
Door but two occupy a man
and his wife:Both very young noisily
who kiss throw silently things
Each at other(if not
quarrelling in a luxury......
Member poem of the day
I woke exhausted, having struggled free
from dreams, set in a dim, oppressive hall
in which I laboured hard and ceaselessly,
though for what purpose, I do not recall.
A fog had lifted from my eyes, and through
the clear air I saw in brighter light
this mundane world, its fields sown anew
with possibilities. What treasures might
be found here, what majestic trees might grow
in this rich earth? Cursing lost hours, I saw
on distant hi...
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