Angel-Fox song

She was a fox didnt you see the way I ran from her eyes stole my halo and showed me the true form from disguise what an angel foxi could be if it realize would if only

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

My Poem on my feelings of home, for National Poetry Day.

Like a Rose

Like a rose needs to be cultivated Left alone to grow Just enough shit thrown at it to Make it stronger brighter and more vibrant. Pruned, and regularly admired from afar,

The Fabulous Frictionless Funnel of Feeding.

“Good make? Madam, the GOD F4 is the best in the Universe, designed to grow with your baby...

An Ode on Resurgence

I love him. More than words can say. Realise that. There always comes a day. If I were to lose him? I know I would survive. My teacher. Builds me; lends me tools. Hold on tight.

Inspiration

I need some inspiration, which derives from more than pride, it needs some real feeling, and a sure sense of divide. Between me and the haters, the ones who watch you fall,

Windows

This week I cleaned my windows Which I very rarely do Unless they’re very misty And I cannot see right through So with a bowl of water Some cleaning rags and soap A squeegee and a ladder

Permanence

A poem for my travelling lady: This can be read worldwide even if I can't always be there.

Seaside rock

Seaside rock is a favourite treat It’s big and crunchy and tasty to eat But whatever the flavour every one Has a different seaside label on Proper rock has letters right through

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