MAGNETIC POETRY.
Welcome to the WORD PUZZLE page.
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What can you find here? Well, only the very best of Newport Avenue's Magnetic Word Puzzle creations and haikus. |
Copyright © 1997-2002 by the authors.
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Chronology = oldest first
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why does the cook manipulate the pink puppy & chant like a shadow |
I urge you to dress as a gorgeous goddess & whisper with water |
recall: no tiny tongue forests her hot sun and only true chocolate can love the delirious apparatus and blow a boy to a moment of death |
I have a symphony of enormous butt & luscious breast & delicate skin at my bitter knife |
I want my essential hair diamond |
beauty purple liked peach drunkedly worshipped with frantic lust language eat the smooth fingerlike rock drooling dream of man and woman screamer ache pound it pant head lather spray shot juice eternity beating |
I want a black drug so that Jack screams for visionary worship whisper |
repulsive rock rips run rose petals rusting, robbing and recalling gardens |
my eggs stare at you |
beauty club goddess urges frantic worship |
I whisper bare language juice with my moaning fingers |
please stop it from producing elaborate diamond chains |
the thousand moons have incubated a mad white death under your skin, gorgeous woman |
out but a ing soars to no be so   [sic] |
urge crush delirious beauty swim through languid music of delicate blue light why |
friend, do not stare at my pants |
lick my light |
knife the knight & jack the juice the versatile vision cannot produce a spirited twilighty ding-a-ling do I have the fire desired by you |
dearest mad kindred, laughter's cool symphony breaks the spirit of anxiety so prance and dance for therein lies the true life |
to an atheist, death's rhyme scheme is frantic to the worshipful, it is heaven's tongue |
green paint looms red metal can, weld your silhouette come to life white scream blue smoke |
I ate a neoaesthetic fashion model passionately capturing her glorious harmony |
chisel a shard to break this mess |
balance through grace free every rhythm create the absurd then you will know joy |
feel purple fiery pain see death through demand imagine song or suffer always appear drunk |
old psychedelic metaphor shimmers surreally in my studio it is a masterpiece canvas |
hard instrument bold sculpture rigid concrete wild monument raw experiment nude wood angry symbol mounting an angel of color |
you must drool no more your pillow is sad and wet drool on mine instead? |
Ey ma--what'sup? Ride tonite? Celly's on, neons, too. Both in blue. Pick u up at the corner. Braids or not? Me in beige. 'kay. Thai, sushi, or drinks. No, let's do DC. The capital of... why here? From G-town to the two-school district, all's good; but you can only take the M Wisconsin attitude for so long. Actually, for about one afternoon. No more. That's why... so many workaholics. They are avoiding attitude. So here we are; back. But in the front seat. Here, celly off, neons, too. No attention, be mature. Don't be blue. Beige is good for the city. |
Antitrust. Or competition law? Mass Ave. Or Place Schuman? Bud. Or Stella? You get it. It's the Honeywell divide, man. IAD vs. BRU Didn't think you could rhyme 'bout this? Law is poetry. Passion. Especially when you travel.
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to be sensitive is to empathize, even when you don't get it. |
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