Bluebird
A very early effort to deride or despise, or even better - patronise. I think this is the second poem I ever wrote. The first is in a lead-lined container under the Thames. One word edit June 4 2010
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Nine Oaks Manor
The remaining leaves on the trees disappeared overnight...as leaves always do in late Autumn, particularly when driven by the ferocity of the wind and rain of the night before.
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--HEART STOPPIN DAY'S--
,,,yes I may be crazy, perhaps I´m truelly dazed cause I don´t understand these wily ways and wheres and whats it really all about,,,
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Papa Smurf Pays A Visit
Yesterday I was sitting at my desk writing when I turned around and noticed Papa Smurf standing in the centre of the floor behind me.
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Remember, remember
The coats aren’t signal red now - or even khaki brown. It’s called disruptive pattern and blends with the background. Except for one day every year in desert, arid lands;
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i reach for you
I reach for you Yes I do I touch your skin Yes I do I run my finger over your hair I put my hand close to your mouth And feel your a Oh your sleep so soft I wonder what you dream
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A Twitter of Harps
A Twitter of Harps Birds harpsinging can't call him all their notes are airborn trills to vacant sunlight he has been taken to the chill of ocean deeps by our Nannie with her cutty sark
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GTP-Chapter 5
Carrie took the cab to a small, local diner. It was a quaint sort of place with a radio playing jazz in the corner and pictures of historical San Francisco eloquently hung on the walls.
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GTP-Chapter 4
Carrie could not believe what she had just heard. Someone had stolen a Steinway, one of the most expensive brands of grand piano ever made.
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