American Sentences

breathe, breathe, breathe - the mantra of the living, the burden of the body
 
17 Syllables

Painting, (art), is simply colors set on a still surface, fooling us.
 
Saturday Morning Cartoon on Myositis

The Right Hand gets to clasp the Girl's. The dull Left can only cringe and watch.
 
The Mattering Thing

Here in the aether only words matter. Yours have often lifted me.
 
Practical Economics

Love isn't just about sex. Like, How great is your record collection?




OK, OK. I was listening to Neil today. Peace out.
 
Inquiring Mind

And would I still(s) have crushed on Stephen, bad hair and teeth nothwithstanding?
 
Inquiring Mind

And would I still(s) have crushed on Stephen, bad hair and teeth nothwithstanding?
While some boy stood in a corner, unable to ask you to dance? Yes.





Note that this is me thing, not a you thing.
 
Brit Pop

Perhaps if I got Sir Clifford to ask for me, you might be willing?


I mean to dance, of course. I'd be too fumbly, well, um, for anything else.


Feet: Start Movin!

Stroll, Twist, Philly Dog, Monkey, Sloopy, Chez Vous Walk, Mashed Potatoes, Swim!
 
Standard Review

It's got a good beat and you can dance to it. And we all did just that.



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Ikebana

Long stems. Flower in a slim glass vase. Metaphor. Write your own poem.
 
Unpoem

I reach for words like branches seek the sun: warmth is creativity.
 
I'm not feeling pain, not physical pain. But, my, how one's psyche aches.
 
I want to read as if I'm touching a book like my lover. Gently.
 
Sunny Memory

We climbed a steep path to Tea Table Rock, gray between silver and blue.
 
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