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I stand before you
in the half light -
through swollen lids
the scene looked as before, -
Sunday dress lay crumpled
on the floor -
cereal and toast,
always cereal and toast -
soft light falls
on colour-washed canvas41 lines, 11 comments, on Apr 6 4:20 PM. In Free Verse, Sensual -
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bloodied shards
pierce the black23 lines, 6 comments, on Mar 31 4:36 PM. In Free Verse, Sensual -
he gazes, half seeing,
his thoughts numbed -
47 lines, 4 comments, on Mar 27 6:20 PM. In Free Verse, Love
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she sat in her Sunday best
watching the dust glisten, -
this is ...
... my place -
in the evening light
setting sun -
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pushing his shopping trolley
in the mall -
a sentinel -
proud but broken -
a fine line
many crossing points -
born under a dark velvet sky,
the moon yet to rise24 lines, 8 comments, on Mar 18 11:24 AM. In Free Verse, Nature -
for him, today was a good day
arrived early -
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They called him Captain Ron,
no-one knew if he had ever been to sea -
the news was devastating
he’d told her quietly, -
in your world of silence
my lips will disturb your air -
baby tears
of need, hunger; -
with every kiss I rise
just a little -
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I still feel the wind in the corn Grandpa
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I wait in the wings
watching Autumn shed her gown, -
Hell! If I'm this bored now,
what will it be like in twenty years time? -
Had I known how to save a life...
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I stand before you
a humble man. -
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the smallest crack; hairline
first twinge of pain -
early evening, late August
no cherry blossom, tea house -
Painting you from memory, I drew...
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cold mist clings damply
like a silken shroud, -
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like sentries they stand - silent
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promise of enrichment
as nature’s cycle evolves7 lines, 4 comments, on Jan 28 4:20 AM. In Free Verse, Nature -
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flames sear all thought
as eyes gaze -
her feet moved beneath the table
plaid slippers with blue pom-poms -
floury hands, smiling face
warm and sweet -
I turn the handle to find
dusty shelves and boxes of -
I hide in the darkness
but the light finds me -
the smooth ebony cross lay
clasped in her hand27 lines, 12 comments, on Jan 8 3:20 PM
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to be at peace
is all I ask -
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the air became still
almost afraid to breathe -
with any journey
it’s all in the planning -
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cold, quiet and alone
he kneels, not praying -
not just an object,
but more, so much more - -
adventure
another life -
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thoughts, ideas, memories
just come and go -
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though frozen in time
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her hands are the hands of a lover
no matter how old she grows -
Her life in a case
locked away in a cupboard -
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The bonds grow closer
in the light of -
to take her from the beach
is, as if to bind her with ropes -
innermost feelings
and emotions -
every year she waits
same time, same place -
The fluorescent light was too harsh
the plastic cloth too bright, -
I awake to the soft sound
of slender fingers playing the strings -
stripped naked, bare
I stand alone -
Let your spirits rise
on wood smoke -
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She was used to being woken
by…that man -
Petite and pretty
tiny feet in pink satin -
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Capture
in one moment -
She still comes to the park
only now, she comes alone -
At last
I have welcomed Death - -
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“When will it end Louie?”, she asks, not looking at him, but her eyes staring blankly through the window, seeing nothing but the thoughts in her mind.
He didn’t answer but took a deep draw on his cigarette and watched as8 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 27 5:30 AM 2008. In Free Verse. Prose, Picture inspiration, Contest, Love
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As she sits slowly on the swing
the chill of the cool night air -
Summer sheds her cotton garments as
golden rays pierce Autumn’s chill mist -
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So much heartache
all that strife -
The reflective, silvered finish
was worn on the mirror -
rays of liquid gold
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Half-closed shutters
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If the oceans are so deep6 lines, 10 comments, on Sep 2 2:52 PM 2008. In Free Verse, Quinsaine
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Pigments percolate
with no harsh edges -
The heat bounces off the wall
like a game of handball -
The heat bouncing of the wall
like a game of handball -
the air hangs heavy
clinging like a wet shroud -
I shouldn’t be here
I really shouldn’t. -
Contemplate the sky;
ever-changing though constant -
Life, a game;
played on the street -
He waits,
every customer a potential client. -
Cast your line ...
swish ... swish ... -
I sat alone in my garden
reading. -
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The bottle was cold...
fingers squeezing neck -
Another heartbeat
to soothe my soul... -
I am…
the mature woman -
Take me
I am yours -
The night was warm
the wine was cold -
Sun slivers
kiss the silver bark -
Sorry you’re feeling blue
Cuddles from me to you -
Knowing what you’re seeing
but refusing to believe it’13 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 26 3:40 AM 2008. In Free Verse, Thoughts -
The gate swings on the hinge
an open invitation - -
I couldn't lie to you
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Hey!
look at me -
I see him glance…
he likes what he sees -
Today he’d show her
He waited and watched -
Why did it take your death
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She stands…waiting
they know her here -
To lay on a bed of warm dry ferns
between the gaudy yellow -
I stand in the hallway
nervously hopping from -
Life -
A tapestry, -
To want a life
one has to have tasted life -
I need to feel
the warmth of your skin -
Forgotten, neglected:
Discarded lik -
“No, no”, she screamed,
running briskly in her flat shoes -
Unshed tears sting my eyes
like an incoming tide. -
Each step would take me higher-
higher to the clouds… -
See the ease with which our fingers
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Today is a really blue day,
you know, one of those days19 lines, 10 comments, on Mar 19 11:05 AM 2008. In Free Verse, Sad, Dark, Personal, Thoughts, Depression -
His slender shoulders and
dark brown wavy hair -
It is not a secret life I crave
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If You Ever Doubt
If your voice35 lines, 17 comments, on Feb 19 8:41 AM 2008. In Free Verse, Personal, Love, Thoughts, Friendship, Longing
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In this life so full and rich,
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The first few drops of rain
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honed to perfection
through starvation -
I watch from the doorway
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how many times she’d dreamt
of flying ... -
their first kiss -
so together -
I trace the outline of your face
as it’s kissed by the early sun -
a child of light -
a child of the future -
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beauty knows no boundaries
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unless I see your eyes
how will I know the truth? -
if I shout -
my words are lost -
would we make love
above or below -
the warmth of your love
is as the warmth of the sun -
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I lay here waiting for you -
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words die
beneath the weight -
long dead echoes of children’s voices
drift with the rain -
the air was damp and chill
fog lit by gas lamps -
was their love
as fragile as the frame -
the honeyed sweetness of the air
filled her mind with unseen images -
he dug his hands deeper
into his overcoat pockets -
the old sailor stands
on the bare headland12 lines, 26 comments, on Oct 7 6:36 AM. In Free Verse, Life
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