The Deviant

#2 of fursonems this is an archetypal portrait poem in dactylic hexameter about my boar fursona in a style that i've taken to calling a fursonem.

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The Rebel

#1 of fursonems this is an archetypal poem in dactylic hexameter about my mate's snow leopard fursona in a style that i've taken to calling a fursonem.

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Gorging

#4 of vignettes this is an erotic poem in dactylic hexameter with fat fur themes. this poem is a vignette that features the obvious gluttony of an obese hippopotamus and implied public feederism with an unseen lover.

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Hunger

#3 of vignettes this is an erotic poem in dactylic hexameter with fat fur or classic fat fetish themes with a gay male subtext.

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The Past is the Opposite Shallows

The past is the opposite shallows of a river at flood to the lip. And swift do the rapids swallow. And swift are the tides that rip. And that which the past generations have builded on seeming stone Is crumbled in deep desolations, and carried away...

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Curse on a Deserving Land

Dark clouds gather at the edge of the sky. We have one last reckoning, you and I. And you've never met me, you don't know my name, But you are my murderer just the same. In the dust was my living. Unto dust I return. And when have you shown the...

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Rest Less

Cold clouds coiling around the pregnant moon. Night is calling to me. It is rising. It is soon. Secret scents nocturnal up are swelling, and above The moon rolls like a mirror of the face of her I love. I will not go outside tonight, will nor...

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The Peachwood Diner

#2 of narratives this is an original erotic narrative poem in trochaic hexameter with gay male and fat fur themes.

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The Homecoming of Daniel Usherswell

The town of Good Intentions was respectable and quiet, As respectable and quiet as many towns that languish In the once remarkable, but no more remarked, rolling grasslands. The roads that once led out from it lay still and sullen silent, ...

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Grayson's Triad Book 1 -- Prologue

Watching robbie tear downfield, a brown-topped light gray blur of speed, to line up a shot at the goal, is (if you'll pardon the cliché) poetry in motion - iambic pentameter at the very least, perhaps even dactylic hexameter (thank you, longfellow).

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