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What can I say .. I felt excited about being amongst my fellow poets .. but didn't really know what to expect but I have to say that it has
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me eye is set on a golden pot
and a golden pot is what I've not -
Honoured I entered the Cottage of Dove climbing into the garden
where words of love and nature did spring from him and Dorothyby libithina 44 lines, 14 comments, on Feb 20 10:50 AM -
Come, come my way and give me breath give me room
that I may move with strength and have no fearby libithina 34 lines, 1 comment, on Feb 8 12:15 PM -
My lovely, lovely Grandad was always a joy to see
Coming every sunday he'd visit for his tea -
Oooohhh Nana watch Nana as I've got to the top
by libithina 24 lines, 4 comments, on Feb 8 7:02 AM -
In reply to a question
that came from behind -
with each breath she brewed new worlds that grew
magical swirls of bubbles she blew -
I wish for so much
just don't know where to start -
little did they know that all would come to an end
spirits flowed in the warm living roomby libithina 24 lines, 5 comments, on Dec 21 11:34 AM 2008. In Humor, Contemporary, Spiritual, Thoughts -
Dear Ox was a plodder of that I am sure
as he was the first to get to the shoreby libithina 14 lines, 3 comments, on Dec 21 11:12 AM 2008 -
A part of my heart will always long and yearn
for a place to be, -
Pumpkins carved, chippings scattered all over the table.
Eyes and nose with sharp spiky head. Oh, I can feel the power being led -
Carving the pumpkin, chippings lay on the paper scattered all over the table, Eyes and nose with sharp spiky head. I can feel its power being led and taking shape, the character it poses, the smile it makes. ‘I am human and I
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Eclipsed by moonlight and starlight glow
brilliantly beaming night in sapphire blue -
Bless our miracles
from joys hopeful prayerby libithina 18 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 20 2:30 PM 2008 -
Waistcoat buttoning to the strains of strings
Chopin or Liszt it matters not,by libithina 33 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 14 9:03 AM 2008. In Spiritual, Thoughts, Life, Contemporary -
When did you go, as the mirror lies, can't possibly be, a lady aged looking back at me?
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tip tap KNOCK
the clock struck twelve, -
Barely sixteen with a life before
me, fortune, fame beckoning calls.by libithina 9 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 12 5:29 PM 2008. In Spiritual, Thoughts, Life, Contemporary
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