Deja Vu
Point of view,
Seeing things
New askew.
Life lives twice.
Living dice,
Are we true
Men of ice?
Shattered time,
Scattered rhyme.
Life lives thrice.
See the mime;
Temporal splice,
Oh how nice!
Hello and welcome to my humble abode, my writer's workshop. Here you will find a fair deal of poetry, do not be alarmed. I will try not to bore you, for here is a collection of my favorite poems, here are my thoughts and fantasies, born from conversations and impressions, dreams and sometimes just the simple things. I enjoy writing these poems as much as I see that you are interested in reading them. So thank you so much for stopping by and enjoy. -Dan L. Biggin
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
-W.Shakespeare
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