tales from the murky splurge

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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

for my father...

your brown body your face glowing your hair white and in the breeze Little fire make him want to stay with me Talk with me and hold out your hand Please dont be embarrassed I am truly listening I am truly here to understand. Can you here me daddy as I tell you from my heart it has been hurting daddy... Sign in to see full entry.

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beware of the crow my darling frog, start looking for the pond the place of wishing wells of which you are fond there is an emerald pond within the wood it calls wash away the murky splurge and please attend the ball Sign in to see full entry.

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Again she set to weave this morn as daybreak crackled and light stretched wide, Across horizon entwined with earth WELCOME THIS DAY the gods had cried. she set about to spin they said with twine and light and dew and flower, the forest floor was weeping red the gold and orange seized the hour. the... Sign in to see full entry.

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at last...butterflies and all

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at last...butterflies and all

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butterfly Ball...at last is something about to happen

Twas on the murky grassy splurge, that mixed up verses and words converge, between the line doth truth reside reality coverts, feeling hide. His cries for help from Spider show, but heart strings pull therein to glow, remains her loyalty to her friend her love is clear, but it must end. So she tried... Sign in to see full entry.

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with no resentment, how do I leave you on the grassy verge. butterfly Ball

she tried to spin again that morn. her fingers now tattered, twisted and worn, she had come this far lengthened the space what must she do to erase his face. the spider is teased with yet more words are they from the heart or from the sorrow poured in more to fill the pot so does she calm then cry... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

spider flu it has no right to take me from my bed tonight to wash in sweat and blur my mind I cant find reason neither time- Three days of this I will not fare too much to give to much to share the chores are swirling round my head I submit and clamber back to bed Sign in to see full entry.

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from the spider who has caught a cold from someone...

thank you frog Ive caught your cold oh not from me you say so bold Thank you frog cause now Im aching chicken soup is what Im making. Thank you frog, Im told to write but where are the comments you sent tonight You `re catchin up and thats not fair so read me or I will not share. Thank you frog for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 23, 2009

i will comfort you

Here is my hand take it in yours and feel the power, it comes from love and gratitude these are the emotions it wishes to share with you. close your eyes and feel my fingers as they lay limp and soft in your hand. kiss the finger tips as if turning each one one like a switch. As you turn each one on... 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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