Do you not feel sometimes you’ve lost your way, or lack the confidence to be just you? Not everyone can find the words to say,…
Comments closedDo you not feel sometimes you’ve lost your way, or lack the confidence to be just you? Not everyone can find the words to say,…
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Comments closedIf I wanted to write a poem for you, what would I write about? (Better not go too far) Other eyes than yours may sparkle…
Comments closedHave you noticed how people are always quoting England’s greatest playwright and poet? Oh, it’s not just the “such sweet sorrow” Romeo spoke of so…
Comments closedThe showing of slides is a family matter, It just isn’t something to do to a chum. Let the family watch while the grandmothers natter,…
Comments closedOvermantel doesn’t exist. He was just my other persona. I don’t think he will be greatly missed (Overmantel doesn’t exist) but steal his poems and…
Comments closedWalking along the line ‘twixt sea and land I saw a bottle, half hidden by a stone and buried to the neck in the wet…
Comments closedWhen my gran was really old she had pink, wrinkly cheeks, like an apple that’s been kept too long. In my memory she smiled a…
Comments closedThese children round-eyed absorbing what the world offers them or silently wandering in their own imagination must lose their innocence and grow older but not…
Comments closedYou took yourself away from the crowd to the dark sea’s edge. Alone and silent you stood watching the waves. I could not know how…
Comments closedReady to unfold from dawn’s cold grey mist, She’ll know to follow nature’s sweet path, To reveal the beauty that only she hath, Accepting the…
Comments closedThat night the beach was full of fires, and the waves rolled in mysterious, foam-laden, from the ancient lands. And on the beach full of…
Comments closedThe true themes of Poetry are Loss, Nature, Love … but Doughnuts? True Friendship? Shakespeare? or Pain? It’s an edict long since handed down from…
Comments closedHighly Versatile Traveller Charger Creative technology # Can to in the world the cellular phone lithium battery proceeds to refresh mostly. # Can circumscribe to…
Comments closed1/ I called your number and your voice answered – “Sorry I’m not available. Please leave a message.” I put down the phone without speaking,…
Comments closedI As you survey this marble hall and cast your eye around the wall, consider the polyglot graffitti. I personally find them far from pretty.…
Comments closedThree blind mice. Three mice. Three blind. Blind mice. Three mice blind. Blind mice three. Blind three mice. See how. They run. See how they.…
Comments closedTwo hundred ways of saying r a i n b o w and among that richness one that would perfectly describe the magical light that…
Comments closedLady, three blind mice sat under the wainscot, silently waiting, sightlessly waiting, while in the garden the blackbird sang and the children played at knucklebones.…
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