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TROY poem

Remember the morning we sat around our kitchen table, the round one bought from Uncle Moody and pretended we won a million dollars?

LITTLE DYKE LAKE, NOVA SCOTIA poem

Lily pads are scattered as green flakes in reckless abandon

Our Mulberry Love

Not much inspiration at the moment so I'm posting an old one, Well,it does have one cherry in it! (:

MAGNIFICENT GIFTS poem

Sparrows strut within the farm, sheep watchful, crouching and patient
Cherry

TRAVEL GUIDE FROM THE UNDERBELLY------7

A momentous event was brewing in the trees. A blood curdling cry slashed the heavens. A battalion of Siamang monkey’s was on the march. I was not alone.

ALICE & MATILDA VS THE ZORIOUS BAZOO: Chapter 5: The Zorious Bazoo

Chapter 5 in which the girls get their freedom, the ribbits get their revenge, and you, reader, get to climb into bed before midnight for a change...

The Cherry Blossom (I.P.)

One of the most beautiful blossoming fruits

Stolen Cherry (I.P.)

I know I was wrong, I plead guilty and possibly I was a creep but lying there, it looked so juicy; I’d have asked you but you were asleep!

Russell

Suffer little children... Don't know if this works but would really appreciate some feed back please.

ALICE & MATILDA VS THE ZORIOUS BAZOO: Chapter 4: Rhyme and Reason

Chapter 4. WARNING! This chapter contains rhyming, trickery, tantrums, bearded badgeroos, foot odour, and ever deepening shades of murple...

ALICE & MATILDA VS THE ZORIOUS BAZOO: Chapter 3: Rules, Rants and Ribbits

Chapter 3 in which the girls are introduced to the rules of the rhyming contest, and we are introduced to the Five Anger Levels of Furious Steve...

ALICE & MATILDA VS THE ZORIOUS BAZOO: Chapter 2: The Bazoolah

Chapter 2 in which the girls are trapped underground by a horrid creature with a penchant for rhyming...

Chesil Beach: An extract

The sound of sighing and the crunch of feet on shingle forced Lily’s attention away from the sea.

All in a days work.

Where will my busy hands take me Here at the end of the day? They’ve worked since first light of A long summer’s dawn Until, as shadows now lengthen The sky flames with sunset

Puppetmaster

I am under your control.

SPRINGHILL PEN, NOVA SCOTIA poem

as watchtower guards breathe wind-chill

The Catalyst Chapter Two -The Awakening

Meet Paul Howard, too many secrets, too much to unravel

LITTLE BRAS D'OR poem

burn, zealous sun (A simple poem, adorned in natural beauty, from a small section of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia)

Changed

Adulation and devotion Tender sentiments and respect Tears falling from my eyes The joy I feel knowing we connect Knowing that you love me as much as I love you Knowing we will be together

Deliberately Altered

I walk the city streets with a slow and confident seeming stride I sit in the coffee house and read the investments page acting as if I comprehend what they truly mean

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