Imagination

I STAND HERE
AT HE DOOR
TO MY IMAGINTION
I SEE LIGHT BY THE
FLOOR UNDER THE...

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Wuthering heights are yon moors of mine

Thru blackish bracken barbed entwine

Far away...

The skys are blue
The sun is bright
The birds are singing
I sit here reading poetry...

I can only imagine

I can only imagine a day with no pain a day where I’m not constantly wanting to...

Reflections resonated again and again

Mirages of mirrored images looking through a glass pane...

Eeh isn’t an imagination such a fabulous fascination ?

One will go to places where one hasn’t went...

I think as I ponder then I pen my ink from amidst my mind’s eyes that never blink

That mental...

Ice & snow wanderlust,
A winter's tale.
Is it a million wishes or frozen souls falling...

I am a writer and I long for THAT appreciation

So be it..even if it is only just a compliment when...

How delicious it would be
To taste of life, completely
To sweep into a patch of grass...

I want to exist where truth is never told

From fictional fables in those stories of old

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Poetry's a devoted enchanter, a magician,
A true alchemist and a gifted musician.
It can...

Relaxed at last,
My eyes closed tight.
What will I write,
And share tonight.

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If it wasn't for the composer John Williams,
A killer shark would become a beached whale.
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This chair in which I sit in,
This chair so soft and square.
This chair in which I dream in...

Will your poem stand the test of time?
It has to be good it doesn't have to rhyme.
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