Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Tag: Wordpress poetry

  • The Conflicted Joy Of This Moment

    The Conflicted Joy Of This Moment

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    Treasure These Small Things the wind blows warm from the west the first seeds of the season are sown worms writhe in frost-crumbed soil a robin sings above my head buds burst like a billion hopes yellow daffodils stand proud blue sky shows through passing clouds golden sunlight heats my bare skin there is the…

  • These People In My Head

    These People In My Head

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    They Tell Me I’m A LIttle Mad All these crazy people running through my head, making such a babble, all the things they’ve said, stopping me from thinking, taking all my words, what is it they’re wanting? Why are they all here? I close my eyes to seeing and cover up my ears, but still…

  • As Good As It Will Ever Be

    As Good As It Will Ever Be

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    Tied Up And Down And Out It’s late again. I’m home again, alone again, and again, in these dark hours, with a light beer in my hand, I look around this cold little room in this old little house, and I wonder, is this all I should expect? Is this as good as it will…

  • Show me hope — Jane Dougherty Writes

    Show me hope — Jane Dougherty Writes

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    Another piece from Jane that shows both her artistry and humanity. Love it. Click on the link to her site to view it. Show me hope — Jane Dougherty Writes

  • Man Makes Good And Evil

    Man Makes Good And Evil

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    Evil Is A Vile Way To Live There are no evil stones. There are no evil dogs. There are no evil clouds, no evil fields or homes, no evil water, no evil time, no evil tree or plant or seed. There are no evil moons or stars. There are no evil worlds. There are no…

  • Hope Is A Waking Dream

    Hope Is A Waking Dream

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    He Who Has Hope Has Everything a right to fight for a free life in your own land a hope to live for Zelensky urges Ukrainians to go on the offensive

  • Breaking Their Homes Will Break Their Hearts

    Breaking Their Homes Will Break Their Hearts

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    A Natural Atrocity crows like winged Russians devastate the few twigs of a magpie nest

  • In The Beautiful Wild Places

    In The Beautiful Wild Places

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    On Higger Tor out in the open country in the beautiful, wild places, away from the noise away from people and all the sins they invent out with the heather and grass the worts and the orchids with the sun and then rain under the blue and then grey skies on the hills by the…

  • Hope And The Seeds Of Life

    Hope And The Seeds Of Life

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    Spring Is The Season Of Hope spring seeds sown in hope promising new life to come waiting for the sun

  • Sweet Little Darlings Shake Their Heads

    Sweet Little Darlings Shake Their Heads

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    Even Snowdrops Are Unhappy In The Cold spring comes in so cold rain and wind and dull grey clouds snowdrops shake their heads

  • You Are Cold Like Winter

    You Are Cold Like Winter

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    I Am The Son Who Brings No Warmth Cold, you are; unwelcoming. No warmth in you, no joy, no love for life or what it brings, the sweet things that warm our souls, love and kindliness, or, settling for less, mere contentment. You are cold like winter in your discontent, unhappy with your life, unhappy…

  • The Wonderful Cycle Of The Seasons

    The Wonderful Cycle Of The Seasons

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    The Turning Circle Of Life Last day of winter Spring comes again tomorrow Life begins anew

  • All I Need Is Love And Kindness

    All I Need Is Love And Kindness

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    It’s Not Too Much To Ask All I need Is a hand to hold A smile to greet me Kind words And just enough love To keep me Alive

  • The True Logic Of Writing In Code

    The True Logic Of Writing In Code

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    Writing Fiction Seems To Be Wrong For Me IF I write in code THEN I might earn some money ELSE I will have none

  • A Big Stone Held in Sharp Claws

    A Big Stone Held in Sharp Claws

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    Just Because Before it happened, I remember seeing him rotate the ring, the one on his second finger with the big stone held in sharp claws. I remember standing there, talking to him, thinking that he wasn’t listening to me, watching him rotate that ring. Ex-army, he was, solid, a laugh, most of the time,…

  • I Write Best In Code Now

    I Write Best In Code Now

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    Earning From Writing Is A Fiction writing in code now writing not for damned faint praise writing for money Join me – https://www.freecodecamp.org

  • Please Find Me Some New Genes

    Please Find Me Some New Genes

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    My Genes Are Worn Out they may not suit you and you may not like them, but you can’t change your genes

  • A Life Written In Fine Lines

    A Life Written In Fine Lines

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    The Story Of You Is Already Written All those fine lines, so neatly arranged, radial creased folds of skin stretching along the face, the sagging neck, the triceps hanging low, buttocks creased comically, lips pursed meanly, even on the hands, especially the hands, the lines drawn by time that speak to us silently, telling us…

  • At The End Of The Tunnel

    At The End Of The Tunnel

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    You Know What You Have When You Have Nothing Left There is not a light There is nothing waiting there There is no tunnel

  • All The Good Words Have Gone

    All The Good Words Have Gone

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    Only Bad Words Remain I think I am done I have nothing more to say I am written out

  • On The Oceans Of Wind

    On The Oceans Of Wind

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    This Is Where The Wild Things Live Seagulls, untethered from the sky, float in the violent air, like wreckage pushed and pulled by these stormy winds away from their aimless heading. There is no care in them. The trees below tear and thrash, limbs break and crash on the reef of earth below, scattered like…

  • In Winter Time The Nights Are Long

    In Winter Time The Nights Are Long

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    Just End This Thing And Bring On Spring in winter time the winds blow on the leaves are gone there is no sun and nights are long in winter time the trees are bare mud everywhere life seems unfair seems noone cares in winter time we wait for spring the warmth it brings for birds…

  • Nature In A Playful Mood

    Nature In A Playful Mood

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    And The Wind Cries Mary winds wreaking havoc breaking branches and loose roofs nature having fun

  • The Love Life Of The Stars

    The Love Life Of The Stars

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    A Universal Love Story The sun of men and the maid of stars live for now, and then, sic transit glorias, they will die forever, two star-crossed lovers, each part of the other, in a future that neither will ever see. In time, they will be born of each other, the children of their kindred,…

  • All Of This Is All There Is

    All Of This Is All There Is

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    These Are The Old Gods Sun and moon and stars The world forever turning These are the old gods