tales from the murky splurge

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Thursday, March 19, 2009

spider and flying...gone for days

The Spider sighed and ushered inside, Her nest as barren as her belly, Stocks were low and where was Fly? She glanced anxiously into the sky. Was he flying away from her again, Sweeping the skies with her eyes She cried inside at the pain, Was he gone, or was it all lies? Her children cried out for... Sign in to see full entry.

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spider and flying...gone for days

The Spider sighed and ushered inside, Her nest as barren as her belly, Stocks were low and where was Fly? She glanced anxiously into the sky. Was he flying away from her again, Sweeping the skies with her eyes She cried inside at the pain, Was he gone, or was it all lies? Her children cried out for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Beautiful as ever, very clever, see the other side for in the winter, shed a tear, for Frog is no longer here to hold her hand and watch her smile she hates him now, he's vile what must he do to soothe her tears, that don't fill them both with fears. what filled her full of fear she thought there... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 16, 2009

i love you said the butterfly

I love you said the butterfly but you will never catch me......... I kicked open the door I saw you I saw what was there but I did not know where not a spiders web but a fisherman´s net the rains came in and the web was wet I was not afraid not then I mocked the fear what i saw was your pen Now I am... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

take your hope, caress it and draw a little heart on it. put it into a ball and give it a kiss. At the top of the hill it will roll away from you and when you are at rock bottom it will roll towards your feet. maybe it went away but only on a journey. The journey may have been long but it will... Sign in to see full entry.

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this is the last part of joes ballad. hope you enjoy the end

From Rome to France, she traveled It seemed a very long time All she thought of, was her Gilbert and whether he was fine Finally, they landed in England And she taveled to london on foot She looked down every alley and lane and in every cranny and nook She wondered through the streets Shouting his... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 13, 2009

PAIN is left for yesterday, but blots the page with ink marks, forever you will not forget just leave it on the roadside walk right by the heavy load will stay quite still as you walk on it will call to you many times come down the road and i will meet you pain will shout and raise its voice but... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 12, 2009

the other version of the wizard bow to Mr tadpole

Into the mist he reached but listen see the strings now taught do you think the light will shine and glisten try and hear the message caught I hear you I hear you cry into my hand this is your execution my little man i hear you I hear you your love had a date when you should have sold it for now its... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

when tadpoles sing and and frogs legs cling

And if the Lark should sing out loud You will make us all so very proud and watch your colour change to blue, more pleasant and the normal you. Take your time and watch the world go by For many just look in to see and pry So hard you wander and do try To blossom into that butterfly Many don’t see... Sign in to see full entry.

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some spider stuff

oh spider listen said the frog i have to say to you I was your fly but things have changed your dream was never true. I could not enter in your web entwined with you i could not be please spider do not fret a frog is now what i must be the dragon is dead and I am free it is time and now you must... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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