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  • AmandaWitt

    The colours of Australia by AmandaWitt

    White snow on the mountains,
    On the beaches, golden sand.
    Red and brown on rocks,
    In the centre of our land

    Brilliant blue in the sky,
    Reflected in the sea,
    greeny grassy pastures,
    All for you and…

    102 words
  • AmandaWitt

    A potato for an Apple by AmandaWitt

    A potato* for an Apple%?
    Since when did that make sense?
    As it is a puzzle,
    The chances are immense.

    Potatoes once were rare,
    In the Emerald Isle,
    Even called the Famine,
    They were gone awhile.

    And as for …

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    Dead trees by AmandaWitt

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  • AmandaWitt

    My cat by AmandaWitt

    Cat, asleep on the bed,
    Puts his paw over his head,
    Gives me a really good glare,
    (like I just shouldn’t be there!)

    Shifts position, emits a sigh,
    Glares at me with half an eye.
    Rests his chin …

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    The forgotten diary by AmandaWitt

    There once was a diary who felt very special when picked up from the pile in a shop. The person who chose him opened him up, checked to see how many days he had per page, looked at the price, then to…

    782 words
  • AmandaWitt

    Pictures by AmandaWitt

    Someone running a training course said the first line and I thought it appropriate for this site too!

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  • AmandaWitt

    If food could talk by AmandaWitt

    All food has a story; if only it could speak!
    What would be the story, of say, the humble leek?
    Would every food item protest about how it was named?
    (just as well they can’t, for people would be blamed…

    121 words
  • AmandaWitt

    496 by AmandaWitt

    496. Why did this seemingly random number pop into my head at 11.25 one night as I was trying to get to sleep?
    It’s not a time or a date – unless ‘4’ is the month of April, and…

    215 words
  • AmandaWitt

    Pineapples by AmandaWitt

    Why is a pineapple a pineapple?
    How did this fruit get its name?
    It’s neither pine, nor apple-like,
    Just who was playing this game?

    Other languages describe it better,
    l’ananas, ananasso, ana…

    134 words
  • AmandaWitt

    Debutante girl by AmandaWitt

    In the dance hall, in a corner of the wings,
    Stands a lone woman, who beautifully sings
    Her voice on its own is enough to break glass,
    But she’s from a good social class
    She’s had singing lessons for mor…

    93 words
  • AmandaWitt

    Who needs help? by AmandaWitt

    ‘One day we’ll get out,
    One day we’ll be free
    And the whole world
    We’ll be able to see.’

    Who uttered these words,
    Is somebody trapped?
    And when they’re released,
    Will people clap?

    Where are they trapped?

    88 words
  • © Karin Taylor

    Takeaway for Tea by © Karin Taylor

    Takeaway for Tea by Karin Taylor
    (Short poem Inspired by something I spied with my eyes)

    At a beach by The Sandbar
    where The River meets The Sea,
    Near a log through The Fog
    Thicker than The Soup of Pea,

    97 words
  • © Karin Taylor

    Savoir-faire by © Karin Taylor

    written work by Karin Taylor
    Copyright Karin Tayor Nov 2013

    In all my torment
    the birds still tweet their song
    the cicadas still shed their skins
    the flowers still grow
    the ferns unfurl
    new lif…

    514 words
  • © Karin Taylor

    stars, moon, black ink sky by © Karin Taylor

    stars, moon, black ink sky
    © karin tayor 2013

    stars, moon, black ink sky
    more heavenly, than apple pie

    stars, moon, black ink sky
    reflected in the ocean’s sigh

    stars, moon, black ink sky
    I fee

    145 words
  • © Karin Taylor

    always together.... | karin taylor by © Karin Taylor

    Once upon a little time in a moment unknown
    someone was very unkind, causing someone to lose their lustre
    causing someone to lose their pretty glace cherry sundae supershine

    Once upon a time there was…

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  • AmandaWitt

    Dust by AmandaWitt

    Dust is so insidious,
    It gets in everywhere,
    Layers upon layers of grey,
    But invisible in the air

    Don’t touch something for awhile,
    Then come back in a year
    You’ll be able to write in the dust,
    “So and so …

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  • AmandaWitt

    Quotable quotes of 2012 by AmandaWitt

    My quote recording began back in Feb., after I scored an A5 sized notebook with blank pages, still in its plastic wrapper, for a mere $2 at a local garage sale.
    I initially put my one line story ideas…

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  • © Karin Taylor

    empty bottles by © Karin Taylor

    I looked at the bottle and it spoke,
    “I am empty, please fill me”

    Next, my thoughts went in a variety
    of directions, but all returned to a
    question in answer to the bottle’s


    588 words