(and all play)
make a night shift workers
(and night net addicts)
a daytime zombies
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All work
(and all play) make a night shift workers (and night net addicts) a daytime zombies The surfer paddles out
and catches the wave The thrill of a lifetime As a child my father told me
if I continue to kick sand in that direction I'll see the Devil so I kicked sand in the opposite direction in the hope of seeing God I'm still hoping to make His acquaintance A fanboy and fangirl from Woolloomooloo
designed buildings that caused a hullabaloo. They now have a home based on the Millennium Falcon and summer houses shaped like R2-D2. Startled awake in a dream a boy in goggles
she looks at me "where have you been?" tearfully cuddling and smelling that hair I hold sand, she rides our horse his springs squeak "have you had enough?" I try to explain but, the dream holds I reach out only air remains my eyes tear, it was all mist but I still see, that boy in the goggles... Clusters of red berries enhance
the allure of the Rowan tree basking in the glorious August sun. Green leaves shaped like fingers wave in the gentle breeze under a sky painted Dali blue. It is nature which frees my soul, just observing a beautiful tree to the sound of birdsong in the warm air but the berries will drop and turn to brown so I will enjoy the sight while I may before the barren winter branches sway. Pigeon on the roof
Cooing sweet sunset song – WHOOOOFFFF!!!! Sparrowhawk supper. Under a night sky
And in the month of May A nightingale sings a song |
PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. Archives
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