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Timeless Classics


This heart hurts
These limbs are weak
This spirit is
Too sad to speak

It likely seems
They’ll take away
The phone she works on
Every day

Or so much money
There cannot
Be further bought

For that month’s
Remainder, oh
This is an all but
Mortal blow

Through daily slog
Domestic strife
Through poverty
Through painful life

She seeks but order
To create
Pain for all

But she will never
Gain back weight
If all that she can
Say she ate

Is plain potato,
Noodle, bean
With not a pat
Of butter e’en

Her nervous palate
To appease
Still less for hope
A bit of cheese

Perhaps it better
Is this way —
Phone’s getting heavy


The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:

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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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