oh but couplets are delicious too

secondhand flinging flick
and penetrating focus

for a sparkly spring,
what dozed arose as a smoke

balloon blown free from the ballast
abuse when the flesh filet

doing the same old
handy flop, falls on the bars

glowing like a coal cauldron
the opposite of cold,

so any cubicle
or basic cube burned blue

from being frozen
will join the season’s

mountain borne breeze or do
the vertical vapor twist

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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