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Poetry

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Poetry has held its own
For hundreds of years in the past.  Just because of trying times  It’s sure to make it the best.  The beauty and complexity  Of the simplicity of its words.  Will never diminish  From this death filled world.
By Evelyn Creon 

It's the Simple Things

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The simple little things
Are what we most remember.
It's a father that spends time
With his children.
A sweet note that's written
And to a person given.
It's a stranger saying,
 "Your amazing!"
A hug that shows someone cares.
It's the laughter after a joke
That wasn't really funny.
A childs voice that says
They love you.
It's a memory  of a person
Being kind.
It's the simple and little things
That give us long lasting joy,
And are most remembered.
By Evelyn Creon

False Projection

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The reflection in the water
Is a false projection
Of a realistic display.
The water image a tad fuzzy
In contrast to the original.
Both are alluring
In their own unique way.
They make an awesome picture
At the end of the day.
By Evelyn Creon 

Beneath the Cobblestone Streets

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I had a blast writing about a real place with a fictional twist. 
Beneath the city of New Orleans,
At the mouth of the Mississippi,
Lies a connection of tunnels
Beneath its cobblestone streets.
They are rough and rocky,
Dark, damp, and scary.
They run for many miles
and are full of possibilities.

They can lead you to the bayou,
To the river, or the street.
Even to the graveyards,
Where the dead sleep.
At night they're used by thieves,
And tourists by day.
The underpass, is a chilling place to stay.

Snakes and rats like to play
In that dirty, damp place.
It's a tourist attraction,
A destination for the weak.
It's full of many secrets
That have never seen the sun.
So they will lie covered
In the deepest pits of mud.

Tales of hidden treasure,
Concealed by robbers
Who never made it out alive.
Are stories for the fools.
A passage way for slaves
Who fled from their masters.
The tunnels were a path
Of liberty and freedom.

Murders old as time, took place
in the deepest depths with…