Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love

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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Time To Go

It was almost time to go, Time to leave the hollow shell Of his past and find new air And a new scene. It was nearly time to grow, To Leave behind the empty cell Of his life and go where He had never been And do something he had never done: Time to find a new place in the sun. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 28, 2013

First Kiss

It was a first kiss; A tender lightening That paints the day In warm shades of gold And images of bliss, Enhancing, heightening In every way The moment that unfolds With the knowledge of something begun. It was the first kiss of the sun. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Artist

He sculpts, he paints Images that never were In colours of the heart and mind, Words: his chisels, rhyme: his ink He labours to give shape to love. Avoiding restraint, He extravagantly crafts for her, His thoughts and feelings unconfined Create vistas to make her think And perhaps feel a shadow of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 25, 2013

All He Could Do

He was in too deep, The bottom lost somewhere below, Out of reach and out of sight, All he could was swim And pray he found the shore. It was too steep, A cliff face where he had to go With no path to the left or right There was no choice for him Except to climb once more. It was too deep, too far,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Winter Returns

Winter returns with diamond grin To watch the wilting of the plants And enjoy the death of tender blooms, His frozen fist clenched tight Around Spring's tender throat. Flowers close where he has been Yet, though he tries, cruel Winter can't Defy his eventual doom And over the scene of wintery blight... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

To A Lady

Be my blue sky, My soft snow, My wind sigh And gale's blow. Be my frost bite, My sun's kiss, My stormy night And morn's mist. Be rain smears, Or cold's wings, Be sun's tears, Be anything Just be mine, Sunshine. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The High Street

Shark fin smiles glare out of doorways Of temples of bright coloured plastic and chrome, LED lit eyes gleaming at his passing, Wolves luring the lamb to the feast. Luxury windows gleam in his poor gaze, Credit's siren song seems made for him alone: A room full of wonders his for the asking Failure... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Knowledge

Knowledge: a golden cage, Idiom and usage chain Images with paisley bonds, Limits embraced as friends That birth the mediocre page, Mute beauty and dim pain As the muse absconds And inspiration ends While, smug, we know we have produced Phrases our peers would have used. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 11, 2013

Shut It!

I ain't got no party hat, no dancin' shoes And no rags of gladness, I ain't gangster and I don't choose To be some kind of ass of badness, I ain't hipster, goth or hip hop, My life ain't off of the TV I just want their noise to stop, I'm only going to be me So don't bother me with your noise, Your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 8, 2013

A Poor Poet

He was no rhymer, no bard To fill the day with tender song Or to inspire with a tale But he tried to say enough, Although he found it hard And felt the words were often wrong Or his images too pale, To show that inside was love. Sign in to see full entry.

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The collected output of a poetic impulse allowed to run free; creativity in rythmed lines. I invite you to my metaphorical truths.

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