Surrounded

By cassiopeia on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

Surrounded A myriad voices Drifting by Living Moving I listen Pieces here and there caress my ears ‘And she texted me that she liked him....’ Lives going on their way Feeling
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Lumber Puncture

By Amazon on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

Look him in the eye, Underneath you are growing thick horns, Move your spine towards his brick fist, Bum now twisting on a medical trolley, Every nerve of yours is stretched like putty,
Horror
Poem
Certificate U

A Prisoner's Lament

By windowguy on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

Bending down upon his knees Thoughts whirl around his brain, He mumbles words of remorse For that which caused such pain; Like the Sword of Damocles Hanging above his head
Crime
Poem
Certificate U

All is Calm and Still

By windowguy on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

A wisp of blue Morning mist Caresses the mirrored lake As a pale yellow sun Slowly filters through; Two Mute Swans Sail effortlessly by In stately splendour. A rivulet trickles
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

In Search of Inspiration

By windowguy on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

My pen sleeps, Each impulse Is lost In the vas labyrinth Of Thought. The waiting page Remains blank Until… I look into her eyes… I feel her smile… I hear her heart…
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

Beautiful Inside

By windowguy on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

Appearances can be deceptive, And to the superficial gaze The outside seems dull and grey Plain looking in many ways, Yet, when a crack causes Water to seep slowly through,
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

Great Uncle Kenneth

By Miriam on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

He has a hump on his back and is missing a thumb. Trapped in the sawmill when he was young. He stoops over the table Drinks tea from a tiny cup Dwarfed in his coarse fingers.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Nana

By Miriam on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

Nana and I knit. I sit on the red puffe at her feet. She is mild when no one else is here. When I drop a stitch she picks it up.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Grandma

By Miriam on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

We play drafts and I always choose the colour We watch Gone with the Wind because she says it’s my favourite We eat mince and dumplings because she says its Dad’s favourite
Autobiography
Certificate U

Sumo Sister

By Miriam on Tue, 24 Feb 2009

She is a little baby sumo Owl eyes and light wisps of honey hair. I tease her by withdrawing my face As she leans to suck my nose. She flops forward but isn’t ruffled.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

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