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Mena's Memories

Leaving a land and a people that she loved Mena tried to find a home .

When you gather in My name

When you gather, I am there, not in My body to be fair. You need to close your eyes to see. Open your senses to what’s Me.

Cinquain #6

Old man fine lines of age threading their way around corners of his eyes, break into a smile.

Cinquain #5

Mountains with crests of snow look somber and sleepy as mists of dawn creep slow.

Cinquain #4

Scrawny cats gather close. A bevy of them meet on the gravel sand discussing conquests.

Cinquain #3

I learned to watch the sands of shifting friendships sink like tides that ebb and flow with wind pushing.

Cinquain #2

Her voice a cruel thrust plunged deep into his mind. Cold shivers made a ladder of his spine.

Cinquain #1

Light spills breaking shadows weaves a patchwork of hues painter’s dreamscape etched into his palette

A Little Poem

A little poem for you, my child Do take a chair and listen Once I saw an Artic seal That, wet, did not have time to glisten Another day I spied a mouse Buying hammers to build a house

22. Sold Out

...so far: Alan's still struggling to write his masterpiece, Lemon's spent some of his winnings on a new house, Billy's been served with a notice that the Hippodrome's up for auction.

Day 15

At sun-up, the boats cross the spacious estuary

REPUNZAL

Being born again

There will be choices and mistakes, and in your progress many breaks. But what will never, ever dim, is that haunting memory of Him.

Rocks Of Ireland

Rocks of Ireland plentiful Which the ground will not unlock In various form bountiful It's Most famous the shamrock This is a form of poetry known as freslighe.

Observations on single faith schools.

Observations on single faith schools.

chapter four: Surrey

What did Jimmy Carr say?

BIG DAY FOR BIG GEORGE

In a children's story anything can happen....and often does.

Kafka's Algebra

I imagine Kafka after the night-shift In the Workers' Accident Insurance Institution Slouching home through the cobbled streets, Haunted by numbers. So it was no surprise one winter’s eve

I have 143 words to say to you

My bed was a Princess and the Pea job; a blow up on top of a put up which equaled precarious. I balanced on it as he gave me his slide show.

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