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'The ghost-moon wastes his wax'

The ghost-moon wastes his wax - Drips it down a fishing line to us, Adrift on a noiseless sea. Like the voices of the dead, Wandering in white noise, The ghost-moon wastes his wax.
Cherry

Under the Sun

Warm today Has spring finally sprung?

Bad Egg

Bad Egg Someone boiled me a bad egg. It was ominously silent. Didn't say - outright it was a bad egg. Until the spoon hit the crust and the aroma hit the fire alarm and set all the sirens

Bad Egg

Bad Egg Someone boiled me a bad egg. It was ominously silent. Didn't say - outright it was a bad egg. Until the spoon hit the crust and the aroma hit the fire alarm and set all the sirens

Bad Egg

Bad Egg Someone boiled me a bad egg. It was ominously silent. Didn't say - outright it was a bad egg. Until the spoon hit the crust and the aroma hit the fire alarm and set all the sirens

POEM: He Loves Me.

We all need someone who believes.

My Gavroche Sonnet

Though my Gavroche is only from a book he is only a made up fairytale a foolish boy from a story he looks on happiness he somehow casts a veil And though I have met richer boys than he

Memories are made of this

We were allowed to have three weeks off of work to pick potatoes for the war effort.

The Chime Box

The chiming music started...

Memories are made of this

I remember when the bomb was dropped on Thrapston Road.

I Showered In Their Blood

A cute little poem about beheading your enemies and showering in their blood.

Wavering Down

From a Mendip

In the end: Lamentations of a lost soul

Felt a bit blue and inadequate when I started this and it just surprised me with where it took me. I remembered why I love writing so much, there is no better therapy!

ALL THAT GLITTERS

ALL THAT GLITTERS…. © Mollie Kay Smith

POEM: Breaking Through.

Are superiority complexes are born of fear or ignorance?

Death of Connor Sanderson: Chap 1:Part 5.

London,1910: Abraham Stoker's 'Dracula' had made barely a ripple in the pool of human consciousness. Doctor Connor is dying...he just does not know it yet.
Cherry

SEASONS!

Today is the start of Parkinson's Awareness Week This is my first poem but I can't seem to get it to accept the format that I wrote it in.

The Wish

Come to me and shine, my brightest star Make my wish come true, please hear me now; I have to travel in a place afar And search for my triumph, my leading plan.

My Life

"Live with faith and your life will change."

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