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Trumptopia		Lawrence Beck
After the Storm		Melinda K Zarate
Being the mystery of life		Nils Teodor
Ramblings 684		IB M
We go back in circles always		yoonoos peerbocus
My Life		Bunny
Back then; Next		William Hughes
All Times Now, All Places Here		Ingvar Loco Nordin
Natural Revenge		Sameen
WHAT THE HELL!		Griffonner
The Ignoble End of the Original Fascist		Lawrence Beck
"Win-Win" is a Myth		Lawrence Beck
Revealing		Edgar J. Jackson
In Exile		Lawrence Beck
Ramblings 683		IB M
Of Pebbles and Elephants		Katarina Wikholm
Help Needed to Keep PoetBay Running (Update)		Editorial Team
Insidious		IB M
Love as Metaphor		Sameen
I Saw		Sameen
Artificial Intelligence		Lawrence Beck
Night Blinds		Chaucer Whethers
That mind		yoonoos peerbocus
Little White Feather		peter williams
Out Beyond Ideas of Wrongdoing and Rightdoing		Editorial Team
The Predator in Prey’s Disguise		E.M. Zacklin
Windmills Pleading		Kee Zealy
The Prophetic Poem by M.A.Meddings an Introduction to the poem 'Tomlinson' by Rudyard Kipling		lastromantichero
I Could Hand You Tools		Lawrence Beck
Supernova		SecretWords
To the Common Man!		Lawrence Beck
+~~+~~+ Little Jenny +~~+~~+		Mr.Mist
Vanquishing, Voluptuous Velocity		William Hughes
unfinished interlude		anonface
Life is		yoonoos peerbocus
Friendship		Editorial Team
And I think to myself…..		Alvin Ziwa
untethered		anonface
K.O.-ed by a Coed		Lawrence Beck
Shining High and Low		Chaucer Whethers
Everton		Ingvar Loco Nordin
You're Being Spied Upon		Lawrence Beck
Coup		Lawrence Beck
Blazing Pants		Kee Zealy
Why can't I keep my mouth shut?		E.M. Zacklin
Success?		Lawrence Beck
The diamond of simplicity		Nils Teodor
Vanishing Point		William Hughes
Has Vlad Become Smitten?		Lawrence Beck
A FEW MOLECULES OF MY LOVE		Griffonner
Skyscraper		Calypso
Subaru forester 2012		Calypso
First Love		Editorial Team
Eyes donated		yoonoos peerbocus
In Flesh Confined		E.M. Zacklin
Words To Write		Chaucer Whethers
Never Pass Up an Opportunity to be Loathsome		Lawrence Beck
Closed fists		Calypso
It’ll feel like morning		Calypso
A Kind of Blue		Chaucer Whethers