




A New Drug- Original poem by Luke Austin Daugherty, Copyright 2020, All rights reserved on words and picture.
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A poetry typecast by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright 2018, All Rights Reserved on words and picture.
As always, thank you for reading and sharing my blog! I am an independent poet, author, and singer/songwriter and I have my own ebay business to keep me as flexible as possible. But, writing takes time and if you appreciate what I do, if you have been moved or made to think by my writing, OR have just enjoyed something on my blog, please throw a buck or two in my tip jar! Your kind contribution may buy me a cup of coffee out at my next writing session. Click my easy paypal “tip jar” link that follows and THANKS! -Luke
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“Watch the World Burn” -an original poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright: 2015 picture and words, all rights reserved. No use without the permission of the author.
This is another “poetry happens” type of thing from my recent trip to Michigan. If you look around the steel columns on this pier in Holland, Michigan, you’ll find lots of names and miniature works of art done in permanent marker or scratched into the paint. I decided to add my own “mark” as it were…

“The Wanting Pier Prose of a Travelling Scofflaw”- a pictorial poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright picture and words: Luke Austin Daugherty, All Rights Reserved 2015
Text:
Mind not
This steel column
Traveler
The real poetry
Lies just beyond
In the tempestuous
Blue
In the deep
In the white-foam breakers
In the distant
Canvas sails
Pulled taut (Forgive the use of “taught” in the pic. It’s hard to proofread marker on-site 🙂
By Michigan wind
Wayfarer
Look away
L.A.D