C.C.

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Monday, October 21, 2024

Yum, yum. I remember feeling hungry in a dream and in recompense I turned into a tiger and looked around for dinner. But the rabbits looked at me with such innocence I could not eat them and grew thinner. So I turned into a little furry rabbit But times seemed hard and we were all chewing Well am... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 16, 2024

Softly. If my grey wake should whisper my regret or tell it as if your eyes are still a glow The true meaning now, all gentle things have gone or now must go. Perhaps it happens; one no longer feels the warmth that closeness brings And though I tremble, for my world is so unreal I have no ache, I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 30, 2024

Oldie

XCV Angel Talk... 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 far as I could tell. Of course, it was not obvious at... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 23, 2024

OLdie

CVX Smile. Did we last meet in heaven or is that an illusion? Is this a collusion of thought that permits us to share the necessary ambience needed to repair moonbeams? Perhaps this is only possible within a certain hour. The power is transient and the glow passes. It is not possible to reinvent the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

Oldies

As it comes. I hold my plastic bag and spend prime time shopping. Perhaps I fish for sympathy, I have imagined ills. I study a cake with cherries and a glazed topping. Would it encourage stomach ache mixed with my pills? Slowly I walk the lines of colorful prepared meals, musing over strange... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 4, 2024

Unmade. You were among roses but nothing works. Bread crumbles: a sentence is passed. Sheets of paper cannot be wrapped around odd feelings. One wonders is it good to be a survivor. Performing acts that bend the fatal spear? It hangs as soft as intestines. So it is to wander skin-deep searching for... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 28, 2024

Colours Would that I could tear myself from these thoughts and so resist cool dark eyes that come by stealth Whispers 'see what you have missed.' Nothing here one can replace No freckles, one knows they have gone. No beating heart, no soft flushed face. only these eyes to look upon. Perhaps it is... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 23, 2024

Noman Oldies I don't know what to do today But I will do it anyway. Its possible well one supposes Perhaps I could try self hypnosis. I'll try to slim to get good health It will done by using stealth. I will miss breakfast, stirring up my milk sops in my old cracked cup. I'11 give up mushrooms fried... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

18/07/10 e. Ostrich. Life has become difficult; I know it is my fault I have consulted the oracle and wait for the report. I just wish I felt a little more stable one minute I feel like a drink. The next minute I am under the table. There is a young lady called Mavis. Who I might describe as the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 7, 2024

Withering

Well now what can we do? I know that you who look at the Moon will recognise this deary tune. As I blow my trumpet I hope that a strumpet will stagger across and retrieve my heart from my sleeve, as it makes a faint tick and wisely make it pretty quick.. Had to get rid of my treadmill today A... Sign in to see full entry.

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