Writers Harbor

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  • A Full Moon

    A mother, forced to put “unknown “ Though she knows exactly who But she won’t say. Her illegitimate child will have an identity, But if Unknown won’t be there, That won’t be the baby’s identity. The moon is glowing full tonight. For something that’s supposed to be bad It sure is beautiful. Should the mother…

  • When Gods Come Calling

    When Gods Come Calling “Of all the fucking luck! “, cursed the alcoholic through exhausted breath as he stared up at the two figures impaled at various angles upon the old wrought-iron fence that surrounded the abandoned cathedral. Both squirming to free themselves unsuccessfully and both screeching and howling like a cat with a lit…

  • Artist’s Soul

    I have got an artist’s soul I am like the hole In the wall I can see it all Sometimes I am like a fly Humming by A fly on the wall Through the hole I can see it all Please do not repair I need the air Just to breathe In this heat Last…

  • As You Pull the Bottle Up

    As You Pull the Bottle Up. There’s no need for strength To pull the bottle up. There’s no need for strength The moment you’ve decided To stop breathing. You’ve given all your strength To everything except yourself. You won’t find it here As you pull the bottle up. Haunted by the memories of A past…

  • Death of an Immortal

    Death of an Immortal Surrounded by this flood of blood, Encompassing what I have become. Baptized and bedamned, this fetid tide. I, fetus, flushed with finality. Delivered from womb to the tomb I have lived this miniscule undeath, For if one is not born, can one die? An infant captured in infinity. Legion 22AUG08

  • Dropping Anchor at Writers’ Harbor (2)

    Dropping Anchor at Writers’ Harbor (2) 8/29/2011 Hi guys, As we approach our first 100,000 “hits” on Writers Harbor (it’s 97,125 as of just now), I want to ask you all to put your thinking caps on. First, I have been enjoying WH all the way through, since January 2007. It’s stimulating, challenging, and you…

  • Wielding the Weapon of Mass Destruction

    Wielding the Weapon of Mass Destruction The point of this weapon, So precise, When wielded by warmongers Pierces relativity With its rhetoric. Innuendo incapacitates That which was deemed Incorruptible. Out of fallacy, Foolishness fabricates truth. Spewing damnation With deceit Through documentation. Lies lambaste The lexicon of fact. The wounded word Questions the quill’s intention. The…

  • Kindle

    Kindle Help, I need a Kindle For my books are on a spindle Meticulously stacked on a shelve So neat, it must have been the work of an elf However these are the modern times Where the bell not tolls but chimes I doubt any elf rhymes While dusting books in vintage soukhs For the…

  • A Glimpse Into the Tail End of an Argument and the Big Bang Theory

    A Glimpse Into the Tail End of an Argument and the Big Bang Theory Legion 22Dec07 His coffee sits on the table cooling through indifference. The cafe is crowded this morning. Probably due to the rain slowly saturating the streets outside. His paper, unfolded, waits for him. He couldn’t care less today. It is probably…

  • Rouge Begins

    Rouge Begins Within the shelled remains, Hanging by a slender thread , Wept a bleeding woman Sherman’s men left for dead. The Yankees’ siege of Good Hope Had turned her town to rubble Causing curses to flow Which called forth a devil. It stared at her beaten form And smirked a demonic grin, “You woke…

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