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Post by bartholomew on Apr 14, 2014 9:08:14 GMT -6
Leaving Georgia
The flowering trees,
And the birds of every hue,
Spring is rushing in.
And yet, I do not know why,
Darkness lingers amidst joy.
Bartholomew Shadowalker
14 April 2014
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Post by bartholomew on Apr 19, 2014 11:05:19 GMT -6
Awaken to dew,
The scent of crushed grass, and birds,
Another morning.
Bartholomew Shadowalker
19 April 2014
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Post by bartholomew on Jun 25, 2014 11:00:32 GMT -6
Rain falls like curtains,
And the river rises high
Yet my camp is dry.
2 months, still here, and another birthday. Though it looks like the board has died, somehow. I certainly hope not.
Barth
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Post by Ashen on Jun 25, 2014 12:47:20 GMT -6
It seems it has a little bit.. Glad your still pushing on Barth
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Post by bartholomew on Jun 28, 2014 12:53:03 GMT -6
Just barely, it seems. I've been suffering from what I suspect is the flu for over a week now. Not good to get chills when the temp is the upper 70's and moist. On the Plus side, Tyger Wylde sent me enough money on my whelpday to get a monthly buspass. That helps a great deal. As to the relatively dormant state of the board, maybe I'll come up with something outrageous and stir things up a bit.
Bart
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Post by bartholomew on Sept 17, 2014 11:10:17 GMT -6
A Pause
The sweet, scented smoke
Slowly curls up from my pipe,
And Fall's breeze takes it.
Passage
There were cannonballs
Into the laughing waters.
Youth and Summer were as one.
But the years pass too quickly.
I see Winter in the sky.
Bartholomew Shadowalker
17 September 2014
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Post by bartholomew on Sept 19, 2014 15:25:56 GMT -6
My muse is busy, lately.
Cigarette butts lie
Where the cops take there short breaks.
A lot of stress, here.
Near the Courthouse
There's a rowdy bar
Beneath the bail bonds office.
A coincidence?
Bartholomew Shadowalker
19 September 2014
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