To The Rescue!

To any Native Americans reading this poem.. There is absolutely no offence intended (((-;
Cherry

What are you thinking?

A young couple were walking in the woods during a misty winter morning. In the distance could be heard the roar of a chainsaw, its carousel of chattering teeth racing round the central blade.

Blindly....

It calls the name. Unwoken, unshod, the beast Walks/ it’s name Unspoken/ cast the dice And pray for Deliverence/ For the time is right The signs appear And we have waited
Cherry

Infinity plus one

For MB :-)

Another Twelve Days Of Christmas

Hard times are like a good wine , some enjoy them so much that they bought them all up for theselves
Story of the week

My Damn Writing

Please critique and review! This is a slightly "decorated" autobiographical short story about getting my heart broken and reclaiming my writing.

THE WOODEN RAMP poem

Afghan arms need several tries to roar up the inclination, a painful tumble not part of the plan.

how far will we bend

words are easier to me,written.rather than spoken maybe it makes me a little silly, maybe it does. i want to show you an explanation for my ways,
Cherry

Shall I Compare Thee

Apologies to the Bard If my husband ever got poetic, it would be to this Model his passion would be directed and would go something like this I find myself wishing I had four wheel drive too!

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