If I can read I can write does this mean I must tell stories or record things like my piece of time ...
Wow what is this I can see peeping through the dampness of that earth
Gaining strength and supping...
Pain and love are not one in the same They both play a very different game One will only...
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With my artistic license I shall write you yet another poem
I want to tell you lot about my best...
Clitter clatter, Pitter patter on the window pane It soaks the cockerel on the roof...
Well that’s the first darkest month of the year almost done
January’s winter weather is not much...
Some people dread this new year. Fear takes control of their lives. Of making ends meet....
We members of the jury are stone faced The judge in his chair was strait-laced How...
It started with a little kiss on that starlit night
As snowflakes fell where the earth was white...
Where within those heart of hearts..like melodies from musical arts..and finest foods from à la cartes.....
Patterns within patterns, mere’ mosiacs of symmetry
Specimen samples betwixt intricacy..
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Amidst a midnight when everything is still
The creepy, crawly countryside creatures sneak about...
Unravelled amidst many uncertainties we forge ahead As I lie penning my poetry within my big...
Marina the mermaid loved living in the sea..swimming betwixt the ebb and flow so carefree
But...
We get up each and every morning, brush out teeth and have a wash..
Make ourselves a bit of...
Well the very first thing for me on this not so exciting January morning As I get myself out...
What do you see betwixt that bleakness of the night?
When there are no moon beams shining without...