Tag: Poems
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Writing Poetry
Writing Poetry writing a poem writing poems poems about life love poems poems about nature writing poetry of any kind poetry in my own language English poetry poetry that never quite says what I meant to say what I want to say what I’m trying to say is the most satisfying frustrating wonderful insufferable heart…
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Liquid Soap Is Filth
Liquid Soap Is Filth Liquid soap is filth. Makes dirty plastic islands from wasteful bottles. Plastic patch in Pacific Ocean growing rapidly
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A Christmas Carol
A Christmas Carol Christmas begins in summer. Carol sees the first signs, the cards and wrap and tat that appear every year in furtive corners of shops. She sees sly little toys play on the TV and, soon after halloween, they are all over the screen and seen by the bairns. And now the toys…
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The Cold It Comes
The Cold It Comes the cold, the cold, it comes and goes it seizes ears and ices your toes it freezes fingers and chills your bones the cold, the cold, it comes and goes it brings the darkness, it sends the snow it gives the shivers and bites your nose the cold, the cold, it…
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Something about butterflies
This is a reblog of a great piece of work from Luke Otley‘s blog, My Troubled Mind. Always small rooms and square, white places, limited possessions gatheredup, unpacked and packed again every few years. You betsomeone probably said … Something about butterflies
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A Brilliant Prism
A Brilliant Prism Even now, in this most inglorious season, in the discomfort of it, the cold, bright ugliness of its days, the barren dark of the nights, even now it can be found, that moment of beauty, seen by you and only you out of all the people in the world. It hurts your…
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One Hundred Days
One Hundred Days I made it. One hundred days of posts, of writing things, sometimes good, sometimes bad, most times somewhere in between, which is how most writers work as far as I can tell. A hundred days of discipline. A hundred days of no excuses. A hundred days of trying, making, doing, of keeping…
Writing Me Up 