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Even after so many years, I'm lost & struggling without my grandmother.
This is merely a raw draft i have written and would like to share (mostly with my dear friend Amy Wong). If you like it, please share the link on your social networks! :D
By Old Sea
What do each dawning tell me morning after morning ?..
It is a Haiku
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Posture of a Being on a Rocking Chair Leaning
Lazy Boy Palmetto Woods in Search
Of a Harvest with Spade in Hand
Land Grants a Grand Stand - a Full House.
Enclosed blinds, seeking Blind.
Wednesday Mornings ante Day of plenty
Spent waterfalls, an Ivy Wall Vine twined
Adam Weshnak Dripping liquid swords Ninja Psycho cycle
Riding till the Dawn
Lyrical miracle mile-Christ child- erstâ€™ while
Style content flawless-
Chosen verbs for Herbs
Seasoned grease with salt and pepper-
Table holds the envelopes for chosen
Prose to fold you.
Sleeves with ease -inside...
By Isabel Monday
This is about a sea bird trying to join the dawn chorus choir! this will become an e book as I have the artwork. contact me for information (c)isabel monday 2013
Dedicated to 'string' the lovely seagull we found caught in string down the local beach. we brought him home took the string off and...
expressway for Slaughtering Steps.
Orange Juice spiked
nails me with rusted
Toasted or Frozen, Blood
By Elsa Marie
a poem about sad summer love
The future of the USA is a country torn in two by a second civil war. The west, a dangerous desert. The east, ruled by clones and a strange being known as Mr. Z. As everyone finds themselves on the brink of disaster, it may take the most hated of them all to see past everything and stop one of...
Ian challenged me to expand on a previous poem, so here it is.
Went to the Dawn Service this morning; just thought I'd share my... um.... thoughts?
Poetry | Updated Apr 25, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Paul Daniels
A poem about the tension we place on ourselves when we try to be civilized and play by the rules we subscribe to, but which we instinctively resent or resist.
This poem is about an event I saw one night. Wow! is all I can say- it brought to mind our Creator God's love & light.
What a sight in the night.My camera would't film sadly. so I did a water colour painting.
I didn't expect to see a rainbow around the full moon.
I was so excited.
I will try...
Heaven and Hell are both Shaken up by the birth of a child who has mixture of both bloods, something that shouldn't exist.