Goo Glads

I expect this one's a bit ripe, perhaps I ought to mark it 18, but if they're going to make fun of me, I'll make fun of them, I'm childish like that.

Haunted

The house will haunt you long after you leave it. Opening the doors of all your dreams, to take possession, never let you go. The night, once more, will find you there,

A Fractured Verse For A Fractured Heart

A poem for this week's IP

Spring

IPOW..

One More Kiss

One kiss is never enough, There has to be at least one more, O may they return, again and again As waves kiss the sandy seashore. Don’t deny my hungry heart Of this most simple pleasure,

Pregnant Thoughts

"Birth" of a Poem

WINTERCHILL poem

As I gain years upon my frame, I frequently think of those days traveling in my canoe. And tenting out, summer and winter. What joy to relive those moments through writing.
Cherry

DAY'S END poem

Sitting on the dock watching lobster boats, sloops, dories and other tall ship hulls is exciting. It must have been so, since the Hector sailed into Pictou Harbour, NS in the early 1700's.

AN EARLY CATCH poem

Seagulls are given a bum rap. They eschew the flavour of the seacoast, as they act as traders, sharing information with their ERK! ERK! calls to friends and family. The translation is: FOOD!

Friday 13th March 2009 - Spring

Double I.P. Spring & 13

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