Verse

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Beautiful

Reflection on the nature of true beauty

Beautiful

Why do we look for beauty where sweetest waters flow
Where watercress and lilies white their tender...

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A queue in the hall

A queue in the hall

I watch the clock on the wall as I sit on a seat along a queue in the hall.. waiting, anticipating until...

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Sleep Now Mother

Sleep Now Mother

I held her hand as a child, played games whilst she smiled,
I walked to school in the morning and...

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On the season’s turn

On the season’s turn

“Good evening Mr Frost are you feeling alright whilst everything youv’e touched is hard and icy white..don...

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Mother nature

Mother nature

“Mam’ma who paints the pretty colours in the heavens up above ?” “Oh that’s Mother nature, she waves her...

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Dear moon.

Dear moon.

Dear moon, had you watched the closing of his eyes, his breath become his last, would still smile in the...

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Starlight.

Starlight.

The calm comes before the rush ,it's the heart beat that sounds the truth,

I loved him in the mid'...

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Mammy’s mini me ?

Mammy’s mini me ?

“Mamma” “Dadda” was my childrens first words.. spoken from my little ones, the cutest words I’d ever heard...

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Ideas and Inspiration

Ideas and Inspiration

Whilst we all feed from each other with our ideas and inspiration.. creative originality is an invaluable...

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My heart of hearts

My heart of hearts

I absolutely adore the sound of the roaring sea, as I listen thru a small seashell hole it overwhelms me.....

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My feet within the sea.

My feet within the sea.

Has thy heart by other means capsized and way'ed adrift,

for nothing more against the shore...

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If God lived in the present...

Children block your ears!

If God lived in our "the present" He'd judge us here and now
He'd wipe us off the map
to...

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The Sloth and the Moth

The Sloth and the Moth

A sloth met a moth on a midnight rendezvous.. said the sloth to the menacing moth “You are bothering me...

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Certainty of Doubt

Certainty of Doubt

Hovering between the hands of certainty or doubt, there lies that very fine line, one’s subconscious...

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Windy days of yard.

Windy days of yard.

Windy days of yard
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The old swing sways lonesome, on windy days of...

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The Struggle is Real Folks

Im over fourT and stil lerning how to spel
Well... maybe it's not quiet that bad
I fell I've...

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Bad Chemistry

Something about you
fills me with confusion
or perhaps gives me concussion

When...