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Why Love
For loving makes the deepest cut in my heart...
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I hate Slip N Slides
A 2 minute read. Poor decisions always render poor results.
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Under the Oak – a poet's fable
fable for the table, just had slight panic attack that this was lost -popping it here for safe keeping, might need an edit..
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MY FIRST WINTER
southern california boy in canada
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Rediscovery
In weeks just past the mists of uncertainty have been creeping in, but now they've gone away with one huge grin, yours, as I saw you that day my heart did flips, and the butterflies
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Sara Orange Tip Was Here
http://greennature.com/article2313.html 'Please, make me beautiful,' she said.
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In her slow spirals I am now made whole (second position)
I feel its complete now. Its a sonnet in form at least.
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Can I...
Can I kiss you on the lips Can I feel you from the hips. Can I peel off all your clothes Can I touch you from your head to your toes. Can I dominate you from above Can I be enslaved from below.
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POEM: The Wailing Wall.
A postscript to God.
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POEM: So Scared.
The state of uncertainty, where those words can change everything...forever.
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Memories are made of this
Audrey Ellis (Nesbitt) My grandmother May Hopkins was born here in May 1892. My paternal grandfather James Nesbitt was born in 1900 at Sunderland and grand mother Lucy Esther Nairne also in 1900.
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Memories are made of this
During the war I was a member of the Women's Land Army
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Why mum was born blind
As we walked the lane where butterflies wafted she tol d me the reason why her pallette was black. Her sockets so red it hadn't been said "Why can't you see the branch of the tree?
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Death of Connor Sanderson: Chap 1:Part 4.
London,1910: Abraham Stoker's 'Dracula' had made barely a ripple in the pool of human consciousness. Connor is dying...he just doesn't know it yet.
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April Rain
Silver April raindrops shower; over everything they pour; touching all with Midas power; polishing the whole world’s floor; transforming the grey and grimmer
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The Socialist Tree
Apples and Pears are free on the socialist tree; bright little birds are housed in her broad, sturdy boughs; they weave pretty green nests from leaves in which she’s dressed
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A GOOD WAY TO GO
A GOOD WAY TO GO © Mollie Kay Smith
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A CRISIS FROM NOTHING
A CRISIS FROM NOTHING ©Mollie Kay Smith
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I walked across the Levels today
Searching for truth along ancient paths
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Themes of Innocence
A cat pounces on a mouse its squeal -- an act of surrender
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