I've written stuff since I was a schoolkid. Some is good, some is bad, some is inbetween. One fine day it might even get published But that's just an incredible dream . . (Whay -got a few poems published since writing the above, notably in some recent 'Forward Poetry' Collections) Try my website for blog posts, poetry, essays and video. www.stevehigginslive.com Find me on Facebook: www.facebook.com/writerandbloggerSteve Watch my videos: https://www.youtube.com/user/fluency1956/videos Find me on twitter; https://twitter.com/stevieboy56 Read my book:Floating In Space http://www.amazon.co.uk/Floating-In-Space-vanished-Manchester/dp/1499516002/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1402492784&sr=1-1
A Girl Called Pamela Taylor. Pamela Taylor wears chic clothes Designer labels, anything goes Her coat has buttons made of gold She likes to be noticed, she’s bold. Pamela Taylor wears black boots Her body is a gun that shoots. She’s incredibly sexy and overtly erotic And her taste is impossibly exotic Pamela Taylor has blue-eyed eyes Discreetly she enters other people’s lives. She’ll trap you with magnetic sighs And it’s yourself you’ll probably despise Pamela Taylor knows all the best wine And any man she wins in time. She’s every scene-stealer and wheeler-dealer, And to the social lepers she’s a saintly healer. Pamela Taylor never pays her fees She opens locks with other people’s keys One look will slice you through if you tell her lies Or nothing she can’t easily surmise. ***** I Am That Seed. Time sleeps in the distant desert, and sitting softly under the yellow sun, dried and dehydrated, there is a seed that waits for the rains. - I am that seed. I wait for the rains with open hands and when they wash over me time wakes refreshed and I’ll drink all I need -I am that seed. The seed that longs to know the secrets of this distant desert, and when my bones lie here and mingle with the sand, The secrets of the desert -and my own- will be one -I am that seed that aches for knowledge and hungers with desire. Listen now and understand and know me now for who I really am -I am that seed
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