C.C. - Blogithttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/Searching for it.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998691vc Crocodile fancies. Crocodile thoughts I went to a psychologist. He said you must get out more It is rather difficult as I believe that I belong to a group of crocodiles. He avoided my front teeth and explained that my nose was sore and the only way to effect a cure was to sleep out on the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998658Favour flavour. The summer runs, the startled season binds the woven fabric of your love around a smudgy bar of chocolate feeling. Do I mind? I, who have tasted whispers and reflect, upon the richness of such flavours may neglect. to mention that this may not meet the quality control. The taste...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998622By C_C_T - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry Friday, February 12, 2010 Oldie Star Star. I walked through the door like a true musician. Although I'd had no real tuition. I walked past the bar as the lads played pool. The piano was...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998609cxOldie Monday. Singles Club. They shook hands and sat upon a seat. His hat was green, his suit was grey.. If they could click it would be sweet. Could they find something this way that destiny would let them share? She had wondered what to wear. She had needed to impress. A little overweight...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998580Overcoat. Whiskers curl around the collar; I have the coat. Other shapes pass with an aloof cleanliness All perfumed and watchful; what was that quote? We were all made equal, well more or less? The heart beats sadly; all will be the same eventually Hands are independent; they reach out to a...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998545The trouble is there is a woman in my mind I have never met her but she has a small behind. She made me say that, I think she can throw her voice., I hope folk don't think one can just imagine things by choice. I think it might be wise to play along, pretend she is not there But I now have comb...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998513Wartime. TIN SAUCEPANS AND KETTLES. To make an honest shilling I began filling holes in tin house-ware with shiny metal' It would be frowned upon now it was solder of some sort, but the old folks have gone. And they did appreciate my effort' They stand smiling as the kettle steams and the metal...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998320Forever. Forever Now it may be safe to dream, The skies are still a warm subconscious blue' The kitchen kettle sings through steam' Pets have names and every prayer rings true' With all love's colors in my youthful eyes I taste the sweetness of forgotten days' I know that deep within each shadow...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998283Favour flavour. The summer runs, the startled season binds the woven fabric of your love around a smudgy bar of chocolate feeling. Do I mind? I, who have tasted whispers and reflect, upon the richness of such flavours may neglect. to mention that this may not meet the quality control. The taste...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CORNCRAKE/998276Images Images. How sweet you looked when I became caught in this event I made compliments especially for you. By breaking days into segments I could easily present sufficient reasons to continue. I moved deeper into an imagined potential situation. I knew that it was dangerous; the power insisted...