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Black Plastic Suitcase

The plastic-skinned, black case was bedecked with a single blue collar that would allow its owner to spot it as it migrated around the conveyer belt...
Cherry

Eternal Flame

I’ve still got it after six decades; you can say I am attached to it and yet I don’t use it anymore.
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Marjorie The Magic Majorette (Children's Song)

Marjorie the Magic Majorette is just as magic as a girl can get; a Merlin when she's twirling her baton thats just as magic as a magic wand. She...

The Barnyard Heroes

Once upon a time, two daughters of a farmer were abducted by an evil gang of 100 robbers. And the farmer and his wife were distraught because the...

My Revered Teacher

My Revered Teacher P K Routray At this twilight days often my past, I gaze to get nutrients for the day to keep my worries at bay. Many incidents as...

Man.

Mere puppet in God's hand It's whole life is planned Always a part of rat race Its chase ends in disgrace It leads a worthless life Always engaged in...

Mother's Dinner

They started their life in the house that they built Married for two days their love had no guilt Sunday arrived to greet two veg and beef The...
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Second You. Tube piece....

from "Brantley Goes Home!"

Shamanic Lesson (Dream Journal Entry)

Dream Journal: I was somewhere between the time of boyhood and manhood. The shaman stood over the body on the ground, it bulky mass and skin dark and perfect. I played the drum, earthy and simple. I played the flesh of the animal, its tone solid. I experimented with different tones; the tones of the fleshy areas and then the bony ridge with a deeper sound. I played while the wise man cut a piece of flesh off with a crude yet sharp knife that he held curved around his knuckles. He put the piece in his mouth. He handed me the knife and spoke, he told be to cut the flesh of the animal. I held the knife, if felt comfortable but my heart was unsure.

Tattoos of tiny footprints

Short Poem ...Tattoos of tiny footprints...
Gold cherry

Foundations

Yourself The automatic doors snark an impatient hiss and he rushes out. Clots of rain thrum the sidewalks. He ducks into a phone box and it is a...

Salt

In the world full of strife Of my bland and insipid life You are the salt I love you to a fault With the world twisting knife I used to pick at life...

Green

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Dry Wood

Witless, winding through a frosty Forest, my way, suddenly, blocked by a pair Of wooden slippers, sodden Through the cool morning rain Side by side...

Chameleons (Song)

1. Chameleons of indigo; chameleons of gold; chameleons are a rainbow; a wonder to behold. 2. Chameleons of tangerine; chameleons of white;...
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Voices

She's staring at me again, I find it odd the way she just sits and stares. Working in an open plan office in a call centre you can't help but notice...

Zazzoom (Song)

1. Zazzoom; its like a lightning bolt has hit my heart and its your fault. Zazzoom; don't know just what it is that fills my heart and feels like...

This Writing Life

The challenge? Write 750 words a day EVERY DAY. That means no time off. Which is all good and well on papier but, when your work suddenly gets busy...
Cherry

Now I'm Bionic Second Part

Saturday 19 th August 2017. Dear Diary... Just as I thought everything would be fine now I was home and in my own environment, another nightmare came...
Cherry

Now I'm Bionic

Dear diary... Monday 14 th August 2017. So, it's 7.30am, here I am at the hospital once more ready as I'll ever be for what's coming. Behold the...

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