Community > Posts By > technovative
Hoofing
|
|
|
|
Hey back at ya 2KM... you are missed.
|
|
|
|
Skip N. Stone
|
|
|
|
Mo Zienby
|
|
|
|
Topic:
Vegetarian and Vegan
|
|
I've been vegetarian since late 2017. The expanding variety and affordability of plant based protein/simulated meat alternatives makes this lifestyle choice a more viable option.
|
|
|
|
La Bonita Sí Señor Juan el poeta |
|
|
|
Darnell F. Untusk
|
|
|
|
Colm Waters
|
|
|
|
Topic:
Useless Eater Projection
|
|
Brilliant imagery. Thanks for another write. Thank you for your interest in my expressions, and for your kind compliment, Storm. |
|
|
|
Topic:
Deep Waters
|
|
Well expressed sentiment that I can relate to, mig.
|
|
|
|
Topic:
Newbie here, hey everyone! 👋
|
|
Welcome to M2, Vira.
|
|
|
|
Colt Ford Ephive
|
|
|
|
Topic:
Useless Eater Projection
|
|
UNIQUE Thanks, Robin. |
|
|
|
Topic:
Useless Eater Projection
|
|
Nice poem . Thanks, Julie. |
|
|
|
Topic:
Misty Morning Rain
|
|
Pleasing rhyme and meter you've used in this cheery poem about a dreary day.
|
|
|
|
Topic:
Useless Eater Projection
|
|
Saddle bagged fried potatoes
and baked dough with sauce and cheese fuel the gambit. Muffin batter spilling over the waistband casts shadows on hokey-pokey footsteps blinding the nearsighted's view of the moves. Choreographed slalom... zigzagging barricades between the guardrails looks like rule breaking to hurdle jumpers. Checkerboard strategists dodging traffic and airborne rubber balls ducking behind comrades to get kinged. |
|
|
|
Topic:
Pothole Puddles
|
|
Another great poem!!!! Thanks for your kind feedback, poet. |
|
|
|
Topic:
Pothole Puddles
|
|
Thanks, Robin.
|
|
|
|
Topic:
Pothole Puddles
|
|
Thanks for having a look and taking a moment to acknowledge what I shared, Julie.
|
|
|
|
Topic:
Pothole Puddles
|
|
Upturned canoe held above
it serves to deflect a thick skull's punching glove as it shields from the sky that rains. With a circling motion the dull throbbing drains from the horseshoe imprint stamped on my gut, oars propped up a lumbered strut. My walking stick stuck in a crack sidewalk stampedes would've broke my back if it weren't for this flipped over boat. When I reach the shore with the vessel I tote, curved side down it's a floating umbrella pothole puddles ain't gonna drown this fella. |
|
|