Poem

You've Gone Red

You’ve gone red. Have I? Skin blazes the shame Of existing, of eyes on me. Why are you blushing? You must fancy me! Actually I hate you. You’re lying...
Gold cherry

she calls

when there is love death can be conquered

Summer Rain

I hear the pitter-pattering of the rain, And see pellucid drops falling like pearls. And in the distance a roseate suffusion Is behind verdant, green...
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ORIGAMI DREAMS

Origami dreams unfolding, peeling their skins like shallots "It's your lot mate!" Says a hazy sloth Pointing at her glittering shoes Made of pure...
Cherry

Existentialist Angst

Existentialist Angst A buttonnerie worn in his night blue suit, Surveying eyes, his gaze still fixed, unmoving- forward looking. Auburn curls lovely...

Ode to Palestine

Ode to Palestine Palestine: The travelling folks of Egypt and Jordan Settled in a rocky terrain They called her THE promised land; The land promised...
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Lester The Slacker Beetle

Who’s that sitting in the corner, when everything’s disordered. Doing nothing and, at that, without a care? In a ‘quake, he finds a crevasse. Simply...
Cherry

Elusive Silver

An enigmatic colour this on the scales of a herring or a ‘silverfish,’ and the reflecting sheen of a mirror’s screen, greyer than white, whiter than...
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Cherry

We Are Electric

About nine lines. Shocking, isn't it? image used under Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) photo by Richard Mortel source, Flicker.com

Alarm Clocks and Alarm Bells.

Grey cells at dawn. (Image from Pixabay)
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