tales from the murky splurge

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Monday, June 15, 2009

megans poems. this is the last one

based on an old fashioned ryme, we just re wrote it a little we had a megan who was sick, sick, sick, so we called for the doctor to be quick, quick, quick, the doctor came with his bag and his hat, and he knocked on the door with a rat a tat tat. He looked at megans daddy and he said OK!! we must... Sign in to see full entry.

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the balloon ride

megan had a little friend it was her little dolly they always played together and meg she called her molly. listen carefully molly megan said to her one day if we get a big balloon then we could fly away they jumped into her mothers basket and rocked it side to side just wait a minute you will see... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 13, 2009

poems for megan

based on the poetry style my parents read to me as a small child and because my dad made me believe there were really fairies at the bottom of our garden one day my daddy took my hand and said come down the garden path with me because it has been raining and there is something you must see walk... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 12, 2009

this is a question

DO WE SEE WHAT OTHERS FAIL TO SEE OR DO OTHERS SEE WHAT WE CHOOSE TO CLOSE OUR EYES TO. HOW DO WE KNOW WHEN WE SEE TRUTH IS IT NOT TRUE THAT LOVE HAS THE ABILITY TO LIE AND THEREFORE CLOUD OUR VISION, SO ARE WE SEEING LOVE. maybe maybe not WOULD TRUE LOVE NOT PRESENT YOU WITH TRUTH EVEN IF THE TRUTH... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

is it true that we only see what we want to see, therefore we only read what we want to read. the fun of being a poet is finding out how people read read your work in different ways. i find myself guilty too often using my pen to tease the minds of others with clever lines and then watching how they... Sign in to see full entry.

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welcome you are welcome we are glad to see you here it is quiz night in the ego restaurant so quiz and do not fear. we play with words we mix and splurge we enjoy it and it is ubsurd go read the lines and work them out then quiz and shake to catch him out Our guest is here he sits on a leaf and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

the frog is dead the villagers said the coniving cup was overflowing the dragons heart is full of lead the spiders head held knowing children of mine in cancarian shel l protected were you by acacian tree Frog are you dead, it is hard to tell it was better that he just lay dead children of mine came... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 6, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

part two, written by a frog how sad the spider must decline the fresh advances of mine to remain good friends is lifes big prize no matter what the size wander in the wood and tug the lead i let go for you to wander and jump at speed go spend a moment and rest i said and let the sunshine clear your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 5, 2009

I AM SORRY of this game of arachnifrogslegs

please do not apologise sorry is not a word but just the fear of loosing me now your heart can not be heard apology not accepted your fear is justified now that you have been trussed to the stake and fried barbecued frog with onion rings covered in salt from weeping wails where women lick and stroke... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 4, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

So SPIN did she and round and round she swung with flair then touched the ground then up to twig then down to grass this was her ever greatest task and morning came and went they said and night it never took her sleep and red silk spun and twinned with red her gift would make the forest weep. 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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