Tag Archives: humanity

  1. Poem: Doves Turn Around


    May 7 by The Running Son

        Doves Turn Around You are on your way home. I can feel you. No other home or homing …
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  2. on lone poetic voices crying out, depression and eternal sighs


    May 6 by The Running Son

    I just returned from a blog. On it, a poet, a mother, was pouring her heart out as clear-minded and …
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  3. *NEW POEM!:* “On reputations, blog crafting, fancy themes, paid services, obsessing over followers, blog-stardom and Super-Blogger-Astral-emergence and Bloggy Godhood…..”


    May 6 by The Running Son

    . . ALL CRAP.       😉 ~Jim  

  4. Poem: The cool guy

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    May 5 by The Running Son

        The cool guy   Dude has a physique that would pass as a master-class bouncy beach-ball, cast him as …
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  5. Poem: metaman


    May 5 by The Running Son

    metaman     I encrypt a hundred poems for you. Cross-messages, vestiges of lone nested seedling effigies and epithets and …
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  6. Poem: Pohm


    May 4 by The Running Son

        Pohm o Humid rise, up and gather, reign down over all. moisture in all, the breath of god. …
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  7. crash happens


    May 4 by The Running Son

    I have some comments to answer, and some behaviors to answer for. I haven’t read them yet, but I can …
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  8. The girl across the sea


    May 4 by The Running Son

    In the middle of the night, during the witching hour, there is a blogger on the other side of the …
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  9. eye poem


    May 3 by The Running Son

      eye poem i, Crowing out to no crowd signals out-bound slow but out loud through a miniportal porthole round …
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  10. Poem: An Introduction


    May 3 by The Running Son

        An Introduction     It’s time I introduce me, myself. Hi, I’m Jim. Glad to meet you. Maybe …
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  11. Poem: When I see you in Heaven


    May 3 by The Running Son

    Totila Albert

    When I see you in Heaven Two is the two of us, in two different worlds and two different lives, …
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  12. Blurry Picture Poem


    May 2 by The Running Son

      Blurry Picture Poem   Besides a broken camera, battery puffed up, burst open and fizzing, blown crappy-ass phone, damn. …
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