https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/If you appreciate serious and well thought through poetry you will love this blogg. The poetry is bursting with all of life's segments, both light and dark! If you, like me, have seen the good ... and the bad that life has to offer, you will truly appreciate this blog ...hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/559089I have recently aquired a book of poems by the above poet, which my neice brought me back from the UK. The name of the book is Country Memories. I have tried to obtain more information on the above writer and book, but cannot find anything on the net. Are there anybody that might know this poet,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/539960The trumpet spoke the last tatoo, a soldiers foot and shoe, hit the soil beneath his polished shoe. A moment of silence... Then the salute shots sirence, and then silence decends erasing all of the violence! The very last image of your face, cold - and - emotionless in this steel cascet case. I...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/539087Fire,fire burning bright, with all the segments of my life. Of all the things I thought I knew, and of all the times my thoughts withdrew. Trying to find some sense in it all, trying to escape from this fire-ball! The flames seems to march on like little tin soldiers, red - and - yellow,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/538578I was just wondering... does anybody reading this blogg ever suffer from some form of depression? I am sorry for asking this on this glorious Sunday evening. I really am. It is like the roller coaster ride of life. One day you are just fine! Life is a song, and you want to paint every thougt down...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/536192Black on black, no lights to back. I see the black velvet sky, above the eternal horizon. A broken moon hanging on a silver thread, only to be seen by those who wants to see it... The lights are out, a city asleep. Crickets and frogs the only creatures still up. They call for farr-off friends,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/535290Today I woke up, feeling like writing a poem... unplanned. Not rectrified... or modified... not even correct as prescribed. In fact it does not even rhyme. Do you have days, restless days. I would not call it writer's block. It is simply a mind... on a slow strike. It is working, but not to it's...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/535010It is a tired and somewhat lost old man, sitting at the kitchen table. His head resting in his swolen, overworked hands. Staring at the chess-like floor. He is like a man that became a shaddow, whilst also losing his own reflection. Many evenings he would be crying, like a child. But with no...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/534560You are my older sister. In fact, you are my only sister. Yes, you! And nobody else. Don't you realize how precious you are to me? In a dark - and - sometimes cruel world you are my ray of sunshine! Sometimes we do not get along... I know in previous years we did not get along at all! A...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/534315Late night... The withching hour is closing in. Opening the back door, staring into the dark unknown of my sub-concience. A dark, dangerous and eternal valley unfolds before me like the pages of and inviting book. Nightmares and nightsweats... thoughts to flight and memories to marching. No fear....https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PcycicAnne/533519Good morning to all my loyal supporters. I have noticed that there are a lot of people out there that like, and hopefully 'love' my work. This means a lot to me. I will be having some new and fresh poems for you all very soon. Kind Regards: Anne.