tales from the murky splurge

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Friday, October 24, 2008

spider has just been rejected by fly and brings in some humour

NO I.SCREAM ACCROSS THE ROCKY GLASSY SPLURGE WHERE MIXED UP VERSES AND WORDS CONVERGE SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS LIE AND MOCK A CRAFTY WEAVER IS TAKING STOCK HOO AND BOO, AM I THERE, NOT I I AM ON MY WAY WITH SHEPHERDS PIE, DO YOU THINK OF POISEN, ARE YOUR EARS NOW GREEN, RUN AWAY RUN AWAY – THERE IS NO... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

sulis

Poems from france Upon a rock she sat and studied, A paper she had laid across, Her toes had touched the waters edge And drifting through her thoughts she lost The day, the time and now was floating Locked in a moment – no words said. She stroked her fingers on the paper, And saw the blueprint of... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Acacia Tree by lauren

Acacia trees stood sturdy there on outstretched land, the dust caresses The child, his eyes wide open take care his freedom never leaves him there Acacia branches shield the light the child he runs and grasps what lays within his paths within his sight running far along the plain. He finds in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

The spider and the fly

Hi, What a wonderful way you have with words, Commanding and endearing in my eyes, So full of wishfullness and slanted verbs Like sending a spider, to catch a fly. The web takes time to prepare, she's ready to reap, All silver threads that glisten and shine, Made in the dark whilst others sleep The... 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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