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wind in late summer hitting like a shoulder under your chin its whole muscular body propelling you toward no one knows there’s a frantic mating windchimes so long dormant shivering with triplets all the cats narrow their eyes slink into
To my friend She glows with a glimmering giggle that lingers in my mind that surpasses even fragrance of fair Jasmine her benign grin, a mark of charity wins the souls of all in unanimity. Her abode is a mansion
“Alone” she said, “I wait” And I could actually relate Her to a bird with broken wings, Caged to a word with broken hope Crying out loud in what she sings, Staged against the backdrop Of blight disparity. “Alone” she
alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as
A flight of inspiration, An art of imagination… It is a Kite of hopes That light up the lamps of lives ! Like a chariot of ‘Venus’ Drawn from horizon to horizon; Like ‘Jove’ the Swan Flies from earth to
The moon grasped my heart tonight! Like the glow of a burning lamp It gleams in a mantle of delight Beneath the clouds of misty damp Like a wandering eye that glances To every nook and corner streets A silent
If the bees can’t sting within their wax how can they attack outside? if a snake can’t swallow a dead rat what about a flying bat? the lion has shed tears when a rabbit intruded his territory. A tilapia has
White is so pure and powerful, A blemish on it mars The beauty of its radiance, It is beauty of insignificant’s significance, A Blooming tiny flower, Clouds in sensuous blue sky, Foam bubbles in ripples of enticing ocean, A wild
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Time goes by. As slowly as a grain of sand. Excruciatingly so, as I lie Awaiting you to understand. The colours filling the horizon, Are not just pretty sights. To some they are, The path of dream lights. To some
Well and you can’t believe in superstition and believe in destiny what’s meant to be is meant to be and you can’t jinx yourself just by revealing your dreams no, nor can you curse yourself ‘cuz curses don’t exist for
Let the poppies be a sole reminder of those who went before us. ‘Lest we forget.’ On this special Remembrance Day, a day to celebrate those battlefield fights. In Remembrance of a soldier that give all from his heart, fighting
Count it my pleasure to behold your eyes, As my future therein, I used to see, None as wondrous did nature yet devise, That was endeared by half as much, to me; The special twinkle that there so I find,
Who will deliver the blow to hissing winds of red hot skin when burning desert hits the green trees? Life flows through fire in the shadows of cloudy peaks. I resume living in the bodies of other people, I am
Centre of the belly is the core, core of my life. vividly, vibrantly, courageously lashing out at all the fine points. Ripping through veins and scattering through wounds. slithering to clear. splurging out, splurging, splashing, splashing, splashing mess, mesh covered.
What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel
Black and white Like the colour of the colobus in Colorado Make me of Black Magic think. Witches that bring about white things. Black and white How can black ever rule the white? When even the darkness vamoose From the
It keeps raining everything has become damp, I can feel the mist inside my head. Wooden doors don’t close anymore, windows don’t shut to keep the water out, I feel like drowning in this flood, and it keeps raining still….
When I was arranging daffodils you send in tanks. The sky was overcast. When I was talking to clouds Fireballs are delivered. That signals the specific gravity is shifting to knobs. The artist was going to disappear. I think of
Entering the room consumes all in the boardroom All eyes rise all phones are placed down without a groan or a sound Walking in proud owning the floor just walked on for sure endowed Honing the sharp minds for the
When the mice roar, Even the lions squeak All those who had mocked And dismissed the meek Now scream in fear And in terror, cower As there happens a monumental Shift in luck, in power. For those who are on
They stand stiffly before his milky contrail thought of tittering, a fiction, flying across an evening sky once a giggle mash, now a distant funerary memory. Imagine it, a flounder flopping in deadly malodorous silence. Truth rips at his empty
Torrents of beautiful deluge Wave after wave breaking ground Swells of blood drenched romance Death nowhere to be found Downpours falling from heaven Angelic hail slamming the earth A breath upon my neck before the biting begins My heart a