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barefootrunner

Poetry

  • Culprit

    CulpritEcstatic, she leaps from the pyre of her makerand singing, affords him a kiss of delight.She does not yet know where the breezes will take her,but laughs, spinning, whirling – ...

    • Poetry
    • Narrative
    1 min read
  • Kill your darlings

    I have nothing against free verse... Really! To poets who find themselves past using meter – To poets who write without syntax or rhyme,To those who think writing in free ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read
  • Limerick 1

    There was a young prince, George the Great,Who swore like a bloody first mate.His mother's last hopewas to call in the Pope -He gave George an R18 rate.

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Limerick 2

    There was an American dude,Who'd eat any foreigners' food.He was sent to Shanghai,Tried a strange-looking pie,Now he pecks like a right little prude.

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Tactics in witty poetry

    Pen it as light as a sandstorm,Write it as witty as a duck.If we're not laughing,We're probably barfing - Being morbid is trying your luck.Write a disgusting ballad,Forget being politically ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Jacob Black's War with a Mozzie

    Yo, mozzie, buzzin bout my bed,the name's Black - Jacob Black,an' if by midnight ye ain't dead,then I'm a bit o' dental plaque.Smack!Ye demmed thing, I'll getcha!'cos the name's Black ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read
  • The world at war

    I am not steel that is cold and dependable— I am weak. I cannot harbour a thousand roofless souls—

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    5 min read
  • The Old Gardener

    When I see a garden— I see the clay choked in bindweed and purslane, The mire cracked beneath countless water hyacinths. I see canarybird vines insisting on heaving At the ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    5 min read
  • Bridging the Barrier

    Just a rough poem on a child moving from English Home Language to English First Additional Language.

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical · Dramatic
    2 min read


You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future, not a future that will be but one that might be. This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one. It has patterned itself after every dictator who has ever planted the ripping imprint of a boot on the pages of history since the beginning of time. It has refinements, technological advances, and a more sophisticated approach to the destruction of human freedom. But like every one of the super states that preceded it, it has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and truth is a menace.
— Rod Serling