Recent poems

• 10 Oct 2013
  1

  Ode to Tinsel Town

  The only thing that moves here are the shadows
  The only thing that dances are dry leaves
  The only

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  by Frances Livings
• 10 Oct 2013
  1

  The Butterfly

  Pinned like a butterfly
  drowned in formalin
  caught in your net
  like a specimen

  I stare at the

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  by Frances Livings
• 09 Oct 2013
  1

  Gold & Frankincense

  Bedded on roses
  swaddled in silk
  Covered in honey
  and bathed in milk

  Sipping hot tea brewed

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  by Frances Livings
• 09 Oct 2013
  37

  The Maliciousness of Words

  Double phrases, single words
  puns intended; metaphors
  synonyms and silly rhymes
  juggling words

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  by Frances Livings
• 09 Oct 2013
  2

  Songs of the Soul

  Exposed in the idle spotlight
  awkward and unfashioned
  almost uncongenial
  bleak and

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  by Frances Livings
• 09 Oct 2013

  During the Hours

  During the hours of daybreak
  when I wake at the crack of dawn
  I’ll follow the rhythm of your

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  by Frances Livings