*Spell Book*

The Bean... Some say it's a shiny thing in Chicago, I know better. These words come pouring into my head, From some steaming pot of univ...

Indiana Rose And The Temple Of Thorns... She wanders the desert tough as nails, Her petals of faded glory, Wearing canvas garden gloves, Bea...

California In Heat... It is twilight and the temperature is high, Palm fronds and star jasmine rustle, The San Diego breeze is in off the Pa...

Beach Glass... Softened bauble tossed by waves, There in the tumble of my favorite lake, You dance with pretty stones and driftwood, Washed ...

Spell-Bound Master.. . Poe, Bound, Bird of flightless intellect, Downcast to the cage, Twine-bound masterpiece, Too low to sing, ...

A Gentleman Of Every Color... In the distant space of a colorblind whirled, Flags are anachronisms best kept furled, Something of darkness m...

Poetic Archaeology... Trying to keep up with the Jones, File formats die, Websites go dark, Others are abandoned, Search boxes suck, And Poe...

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Fog Horn...  I'm here to warn you all, A deep booming rumble, Rolling out upon the invisible waters, Fog and mist obscure, News yet to b...

While The Finger Was Pointing...  I Boomer blamed Millenials, For their human faults, I Millennial blamed Boomers, For their human faults, S...

It's Not About Me...  At least not this time, Though poetry can be, Verses of memoir, Lost love, Love found, Joy, Despair, Yet really......

Morning Chalice... The aroma is legendary, Such a part of life, Impossible to say goodbye, All I can say is good morning, Over the tender wa...

Wordfish...  So you want to swim with poets, Let me tell you a tale, You'd best have a wordfish, Thiiiiiiisssss biiiiggg! Some thoughts ...

In The Space Between Sleep...  Stars have always called my name, I could hear their twinkle whisper, Way above the bright blue sky, Where I ...

Farcebook Junkie...   Do I have another like? Time for school, Read a book, Dinner date, Darling mine, Do I have another like? Doctor, Docto...

Tales Of The Pandemonium...   Don't get me wrong, I love a day at the beach, But these waves crashing, They're no warm salty water, ...

Fast Forward... Heard calls for redux, Not for me just fast forward, Twenty twenty gone. AquarianM By: Daniel A. Stafford © 08/09/2020

Poetry Was Never About The Money...  So now that you're done laughing, Wait, You are, Aren't you? Word play is a mission, So secret ...

In The Church Of No Time...  The bully pulpit ticks, Sacramental sand flowing, Down a narrow waist, Water filling a balance, Wick burning, M...

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