Ima Ryma


Poems of Ima Ryma

1. $howtime 2/3/2013
2. 3Rs Rearranged 2/21/2013
3. A Dog of Few Words 10/18/2007
4. A Stewart Serves 4/22/2013
5. A Work in Distraction 2/8/2013
6. A.I.D.S. Orphan 10/18/2007
7. AA 2/14/2010
8. AA - Life And Death 3/18/2014
9. 'Aah' Ad 3/3/2014
10. Abort Abortion 8/30/2012
11. Achilles 7/21/2011
12. Ada Lovelace 2/17/2013
13. AdaptaBear 6/17/2014
14. Addicted to... 9/20/2013
15. Affluenza Diagnosis 2/1/2014
16. Aging of Roe v Wade 5/9/2013
17. Agonizing 10/24/2007
18. Aid and Abet 2/24/2011
19. Alexander The G... 1/20/2014
20. All Children Be Elite 5/7/2013

Mystery Tree

The old dead tree stood on a hill,
An ugliness of jagged rot,
In looming form so dark and still
Against the sun - a lonely blot.
My folks had told me not to play
Around that tree; and so of course
I headed for it right away,
Drawn by its mysterious force.
There was an urge I would not stop.

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