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Because I Love You!

The first poem i wrote for my first propper girlfriend. Tells the reader how much i love her and what she means to me. Hope you enjoy!
Cherry

Dear Ex

An apology, of sorts! 'There was no excuse for my violent reaction I’m heartily sorry you ended up in traction'

FACES children's story

Ever since daddy moved away mommy always washes the dishes, instead of using the dishwasher. Then she attacks the kitchen floor with a flying mop, like right now.

AUTHOR'S DAY story

Each child’s ear opened wider than the ocean, not wishing to miss a word. They squirmed in their seats waiting to ask a bucket full of questions.

PERRY PARTRIDGE story

This time they walked across Pretty Pasture. Then they rushed past Lightning Tree. “Long ago, a crooked arrow came from the sky, “ HOOTY said. “And bent that tree.”

Walnuts

A poem for Paul... about walnuts.

Fallen Friendship

There it was. My blank canvas. I’m glad it was made the way that I was, because it complemented all I’d ever wanted in life. Simplicity.

Already Gone

Of the pain deep inside not the wisest could tell, For the fire in her eyes cast upon them a spell.

Why I'm Dancing

But the soul is now alive and feeds the emptiness inside, nourished by the joys of this dance you cannot hide.

How The SAS Began

Many people have, no doubt, heard of the SAS.
Cherry

Windows of Madness (part 10)

Llewelyn's back in primary school, while Steven has his day in court - it's the inspectors' meeting. Kate has a day off, but she's not far away.

Funny time with a weird thing

One day there was a strong wind coming towards me. I thought this is the end of my life. It took me away, far away from the world, planet, and galaxy. As the end, I came to another galaxy’s planet.

"Self-Portrait at 31: 14th St., again."

In Law, we talk about “unpacking” language. Some jurists explain issues they have analyzed with an algebraic economy of words. Some judges build these tiny fortresses with only

Ashes

And the fire in the ashes Warms the voices lost below - Gone are not the secrets Of long forgotten sorrow.

My Silent Star

A heart lost to the heavens Is immortal upon earth.

Raise The Red Flag Faded

And she knows her heart is broken, There the light begins to fade. As she falls upon the earth Feels her body be unmade.

In the morning

I remember sneaking in at 5am and hours on my feet replayed through my soles with every beat of aching blood.

Jesus Won't Steal our Cigarettes

I'm listening to Neal Young singing "Sugar Mountain" in our rented modern cabin with old pine panelling, wearing my Tibetan engagement ring: streaming Nag Champa incense in a $20 jade plant,

The Laughing Room.

In rural England, there’s an old Coaching Inn with a very strange room. People come from worldwide to stay there. It is called The Laughing Room. Why ? Only two people know the true story.

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