Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Blues

I don't get the blues; The long, pained drawl Of misery and woe Is just not my thing I do not choose Such sadness. Of all The music that I know, All of the songs that they sing, It's the blues that makes me turn away And look for something much less grey. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 7, 2011

The Old Ones

I listen to the old ones sing The velvet songs of yesteryear, The pure voices of Frank and Bing, Soar, elegant and clear, Into the reluctant day And the joy of singers long since gone Sweeps the darkness' dust away And bright day is birthed in an old song Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 3, 2011

Sink

Let me sink under the surface And drown in ocean of sleep, Lost in that dark rest I crave But have been denied. Let me lie, thoughtless, wordless Drifting into that endless deep Undisturbed by the distant wave Or by how the grey gull cried. Let me drift a while and then gently Slip under sweet... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Proof Of The Pudding

The proof of the pudding is in the eating, The test of the wine is in the cup, The meat of the trial is in completing When everyone around you says "give up". The joy of the song is in the singing, The herald of true love is in the kiss When two tentative hearts are just beginning To walk away from... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Fae

Moonlight silvered the tor, Caressing the dancers there Who whirled and leapt With ivoried grace, Their songs and laughter Becoming part of the night As if that is what darkness is for. Spinning, sailing high into the air While cloddish mortals snored and slept In normality's embrace Their midnight... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 28, 2011

After The Break

Leaden lidded I ponder my mistake, Slumped at my desk, nodding and yawning As I struggle desperately to stay awake. I have grown unfamiliar with morning, After a blissful week of sleeping long Into the bright domain of day This consciousness seems wrong And liable to fade away If I should only... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Good Morning

Is it too late to say "good morning" if you don't get up 'til noon? "Good afternoon" seems awkward and "good evening" far too soon But, for half the daylight hours, I have remained in bed Is it too late to say "good morning" and what should I say instead? I could try "Hi" like an American or the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

On Lazing

I have lingered and lazed Indulging in food and wine, Thick rugs and warm fire With no goals to achieve. I have lounged, amazed As I make each moment mine To waste as I desire, Of consume as I believe in what manner I see fit That I need do not more Than spend my days like this With nothing I must... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 24, 2011

Two Words

Two words with many days between, Days of silence, days alone With nothing heard or seen, When comfort was unknown; Two words, a hundred days apart Somehow still say enough To stoke the fires of the heart, Two words, both of them "love". Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 21, 2011

Chef

He makes magic as he bakes; His alchemy and murmured spells Permeate cookies, buns and cakes To enchant with flavours and with smells Where words alone may not suffice That the maiden who was passing through Might stop a while for something nice "Go on" he says "I made this just for you". Sign in to see full entry.

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