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Oh Paul

Ahem...before for anybody says anything, this is tongue in cheek. Every morning, before I do anything else, I give myself 10 minutes (no more) to write a really loose sonnet about whatever comes into my head. My only rule is it has to rhyme. Nothing else matters - I don't even have to agree with what I'm writing. Technically, as sonnets they're pretty damned dire - but that doesn't matter either. By the time I'm done the mind has warmed up.
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The Easter Men

If only they could speak. What tales would they tell? What songs would they sing?
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Chuck's Dead

Chuck's dead. Long live the poet.

My Final Masterpiece

Soft pastel oils streak themselves across a muted canvas, cold acrylics clash against stark monochrome on a thick cotton paper, senseless watercolours spar like water to a flame as they dance on bleeding stationary. Segragated into piles of water-logged stationary, there's a reason we don't mix.

Before The Cake

At a steady pace down a long, beautiful hall. Several wall lamp leagues mark the distance to nothing else but a gaggle of bright lavender about a...

Josie and Sam

Josie and Sam The room was silent but for the soft whirring of the fan, the tick-ticking of the clock, and the tap-tapping of the receptionist's long...

Enough

I think I've had enough Trying to pick a drink that will sit On top of the rest of the night Something that will join in And not cause any trouble '...
Cherry

She was like a Summer's day

She was like a Summer's day; like the trees that seem happy in the breeze; full of hope as the sky; her eyes like leaves shining in the sun; her...

Arrows

against the heart can sting if released for un-forgiven wrongs. They will often wound a person’s spirit. Releasing venom short cuts brain circuits...
Cherry

cotton wool

cotton wool i used to drink special brew for breakfast, claret and ice cold san miguel work days i’d take a codeine chaser that was when i worked for...