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POTW - I wrote this across -In China, sand is parchment  and that night my hand was a quill  you wrote "I love you" with my finger,  and baby...that kills.   
Don't take this the wrong way  I know that isn't what you meant.  This is to inform you, that after all you taught me,  I couldn't learn to forget.   
And after all you gave me  I still feel the loss  when you waved goodbye to me  did you know how much it cost?   
I'm a dog  who's master's left,  but still wears the chain  and though you never claimed me  I still feel the pain.   
Now the parchments burning &nb POTW - I wrote this across -
by ~The-Last-Stanza
POTW - May StreetGnarled branches cut the sky;  Banksia against blue,  Tossing leaves like confetti  Onto neat streets with houses  That people call home.   
Gray cat sidles  Round the corner –  Brick, fur, whiskers.   
While placidly, the world-weary wind  Meanders through green gardens  Well-kept, sun swept,  And dilly-dallies down driveways  Gritty and brown.   
Upon the sun-speckled lawn,  Cat does cat things -  Cleaning, basking, stretching,  Hunting.   
The chirrup of a bird,  Loud and clear;  It hops onto mown grass,  Cold soil, POTW - May Street
by ~The-Last-Stanza
Drabble ContestEntry 1  “Here’s looking at you, kid.” A phrase he couldn’t hear anymore. Often enough had he seen the heartbroken man toast to the woman he once loved in another lifetime. No more could he tolerate hearing that depressing song played by the token black pianoman. Why had he let himself be talked into participating in such an endeavor. Yeah, he lost the bet. But twenty-four hours of Casablanca is just too much. And there’s only one way to get rid of it. “Where are you going? We still have five hours to go.” “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”  
 
 
Entry 2  
Mickey Mouse   
Black tape gives the illusion o Drabble Contest
by ~The-Last-Stanza
Prose Of The Week- LullabyAs a mother sings a lullaby to her child, I precariously sat awaiting for my time of sleep at the window.  Her gentle but rasp voice rebounded throught the night and into my hearing.   
I touched the glass before me and realised sleep was unachievable tonight, maybe another night.   
An uninterrupted existence might be desired by some but I yearned for the time I could slip away from this all.   
Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds had no definition except for the pre-made concept that seemed uncomprehensible to me.   
Fathomless embodies my once fearful but now desperate breaths. That qua Prose Of The Week- Lullaby
by ~The-Last-Stanza
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Just not me, is it.I see you stood there  when it all comes crashing down  on your green eyes, your red hair  
and your long lost heart.   
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I hear you now and that age old line;  "I'm an actress, a writer and a singer on the side."  You're up and down and everywhere in between.   
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Peering modestly,  To these lakes of inner turbulance.  Of a motion, leeking profusely.  From my only hydrosphere.   
I, am concuring.  The rapture.  I, one of impotence.  Will release, the captured.  Corrosion of self,  Blaspheme of transfer.  Waterlogging the central.   
Peering modestly,  To these lakes of inner turbulance.  Of a motion, leeking profusely.  From my onl Hydrosphere
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Update [April 04, 2008]

Mon Sep 10, 2007, 3:31 AM
:bulletblue: :bulletpurple: :bulletred: Joining Information | Member List | Rules | Competition :bulletred: :bulletpurple: :bulletblue:

:star: Poem Of The Week: Suggest one today!

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:bulletpurple: Update::bulletpurple:

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:bulletpurple:We are getting our poet of the month and poem of the week back up and running. This means we are open for suggestions. Know some great writing? Note us!

:bulletpurple: check out our #TheLastStanza chatroom .

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    Events:
    :bulletgreen: Every week the club features a new written piece by a club member as a Poem of the Week. :pointr: The-Last-Stanza staff and admin scour members' poetry and prose and choose a piece that catches their eye.
      Note: We also accept poem suggestions, noted to the club with ' PotW Suggestion ' in the subject line, and a link to the poem with a short description of why you believe it should be featured, in the body.

    :bulletblue: The Chatroom is a great place for club members to meet and talk about art, life and everything.

    :bulletgreen: The chatroom hosts regular collaborations in the chatroom. They're loads of fun.

    :bulletblue: Question and Answer sessions in the chatroom give writers a chance to ask the featured poet anything they want.

    :bulletgreen: We also hold poetry shares regularly. If you want advice on new and old poems and prose, come into the chatroom or send us a note.


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:new: New members :new:
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~Cattsuki

Please welcome them to the group and make them feel at home!

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:bulletred: Admin and the new Staff crew:

~infernal-raynata and *SpokenAubade

*endless-one, ~lady-shirakawa, and ~Random-Elric

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