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  • Onomatopoetry, or the morning my alarm clock nearly died

    beep, beep, beep, beep snore, rustle BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP rustle, grumble BEEP, BEEP, B...ARGH, SMASH! GRUMBLE, Grumble, mumble grmv... grumzfnbwr...YAWN... snore... snore

  • PMS Poetry

    I wish I was an evil robot:I'd spread terror on my streetI'd zap the local pushers with my raygunI'd disintegrate their poopy dogsThen I'd head downtown:I'd trample flowers at the cemetaryI'd hurl cars at the town hallI…

  • I've been informed that my poetry isn't retarded enough so I'm giving it another try.Robots are tasty. I like them a lot. You ought to try one. It gets you all hot.---Happiness is like eggs said the breakfast chef. It's …

  • Xenophilia has declared this retarded poetry week and I am jumping on the bandwagon.The wind blows in the wind, the wind has nothing to provein the dusk. Candy wrapper, a stupid crimson party-hat, a chestnut frozen intot…

  • A poem of sorts: Come. Take a walk with me. I'll take you on a tour of my streets. I'll show you some of my everyday sights. I'll show you things that make me laugh. I'll show you places that invoke my curiosity. I'll s…

  • Tonight the candle in my window is lit for the muse of sorrow. Melpomene

  • Fall:A handfull of sand- and let it fall. Evening is coming. The light has done it's job for the day. The oakleaves that were golden are black soon and without colour. And me too.© Sissel 2001, 2003

  • You. I know you'll never speak to me again. You've proved that. I just don't know why. What ruined our budding friendship? What went wrong? Not a day passes by where I don't wonder what I did to make you so angry. It's p…

  • Lament:

    The angel of mercy is gone In the cold night Where the frost in out hearts suffer And the memories of what once was Are all there is We only vaguely remember the wild ride Across the highlands Knife in boot Bloody, swea…

  • In spring The tree is a song The wind singsIn autums it stands with stars in it's hands

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