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Stephen Pickering

Tag: Poem

  • Sonnet #1

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    Stephen Pickering
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    (*I figured if Shakespeare can write a hundred than I can too.) Sonnet #1 I loved the girl who lived next door to me. Her eyes were blue and clear and sang with joy. She was the sun, the grass, the trees, and stream. Her hair was blond and bobbed just like a boy. Then…

  • Little Night Poem

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    Stephen Pickering
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    I don’t care what the foam sea squalls say: The mountains are made of mint. Green I spend gliding upon the emotion- Less ramp besieged by the creepy Count de Bourgie Of my psyche. The orphaned Queen of my heart will jump Straight down into her moat and drown If the adventurer of my soul…