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Age 3
Age 3
Think of the child age 3 what she will do when she’s older
Who will be annoy who will she love where will she work
What will her mum think of her the bosses in work
Not to mention family members who’re older
Know so much more and those rival friends
Who name call pull hair bite scratch bully
The gal can learn karate to grow in and out
Becoming a black belt teacher an...
Saturday 28th May 2022 9:10 pm
Metamorphous
You’re right
3 years ago, I viewed frogs as aliens
Now I wonder whether they’re angels
Months ago, I hated the sound of songbirds
Now I write their songs
I tweet along
Everything I did, I did do
It still was
Even if it no longer is
Whatever I am
I still am what I was
Even if I no longer am
You’re right
I was right and now I’m left
But the person I was hasn...
Tuesday 1st February 2022 11:42 am
Jigsaw
JIGSAW
Brunette. Blonde
Black. Grey
I am auburn.
Hazel. Green
Brown. Blue
I am Grey.
Tabs, blanks
Pockets, sockets
Corners, middles
I am unique.
Flat pieces; four points
Innies and lock
The back
always Grey
Without me, you are not complete
With me, we are replete
A needle in the haystack
melancholic morning
Smea...
Saturday 29th January 2022 8:03 am
A Part
My bed is still warm
When the next body rolls in
But I'm not
I'm numb
Until,
Your body
- Or his -
- Or hers -
Envelopes mine
And I can breathe
Because
I am consumed
I am part of you,
Of someone that lives
That moves
That loves
I am
I was
I will be
Because I'm not apart
Just a part
Of something
Monday 16th December 2019 3:11 pm
A Dream Come True
Feelings that once were hidden
Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy
Are now the brightest blue.
Times that once were lonely
Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone
Are now things we both treasure.
Nights that once were cold
Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real
Are now gone with the storm.
A heart that once was broken
Can ...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:40 pm
Hide Jekyll, Hyde!
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Part demon, part angel,
your gaze draws me nigh.
Part animal, part divine;
the celestial hosts sigh.
Doubts leak like a broken tap,
assurances cloud the sky.
Drip and drop to fill the gap;
your balmy words can't dry.
An easel for pigments to trap;
row by row hung from a vine.
Libation pressed flesh and sap;
A bloodied cudgel rests supine.
...
Monday 10th January 2011 12:25 pm
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