C.C.

Musing, not a poem She ‘What about my feelings?’ Reply ‘I can’t paint; I just have to imagine you.’ She ‘Discard me like an old glove, And I woke you up.’ Reply ‘I can’t imagine life without one who is so true.’ After all you have only been with me since that little hiccup. I waited under the... Sign in to see full entry.

She ‘Remember what I told you Reply ‘Have you heard of equal opportunity? She ‘I hope you feel guilty.’ Reply ‘It was a bit harsh, saying that I had nobbled a skylark.’ She ‘When I own a dog, I like to hear it bark.’ Reply ‘I shall have to explain your fit of piqué to the R.S. P.C. A.’ She ‘Go and... Sign in to see full entry.

She ‘Is this about me.?’ Reply ‘Well I tried.’ She ‘I only said introduce me. Reply ‘I know you won’t be satisfied.’ She ‘You really are a silly old man.’ Reply ‘I really think we have good idea about your age, I expect you’ve tickled the tummy of many an old sage and had a few hundred body lifts.’... Sign in to see full entry.

I need something else, as I have come this far. ‘Got it,’ said a voice. It felt acceptable and looked vaguely familiar. I studied it once or twice. Where had it come from? I began to ponder. It might be a gift from a fallen Angel One who was hanging around out yonder? But I did not seem celestial as... Sign in to see full entry.

The shop has gone; it stood and beckoned me into its heart. We were as stone stiffening, both with a rough exterior. I was needed; I had been a small interlocking part. I purchased objects which were slightly inferior. I always tried to magnify my futile need for bric-a-brac. We had been around too... Sign in to see full entry.

Candied. I thought that you were sweet within, your glistening sugary silky skin. All still remained as if to claim, you were a peach by any name. When you were moist and softly held once the flesh had gently swelled and the sun had fired the seed and warmed the hand that did the deed, there must... Sign in to see full entry.

Can this truly be the great experience? Or have I been sold a pup? It feels like cotton reels are unwinding and I am being stitched up. I was pitched on to the conveyor belt and stuffed with sterilised stuff. With all the suspense my bear-grunt was nearly blocked by a bit of fluff. I am good enough... Sign in to see full entry.

I was waiting, wooden but amenable; I had been prepared for the event I was to be introduced to an exotic experience. I was in my element. I slipped into the interior. Sweetness was waiting in a warmed bowl. I stirred passionately making it with syrupy colours, it was my forgotten role. I... Sign in to see full entry.

They shook hands and sat upon a seat. His hat was green, his suit was grey.. If they could click it would be sweet. Could they find something this way that destiny would let them share? She had wondered what to wear. She had needed to impress. A little overweight might prove an advantage to her... Sign in to see full entry.

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