At that moment, the old men in iron lungs were playing bridge. The man with the wooden spleen won.
At that moment, the old men in iron lungs were playing bridge. The man with the wooden spleen won.
You and I are circles
Singing the body eclectic, or rather Euclidean, or even decidedly non-. Stinging forms of people-merge, if forms there are, and singling duos. &c.
Eroded liquid / ultra-grass helmets bamboo / and, under, shivers. From below, greens clash: / Snow betrays sun, but breezes / carve rivers…
It’s snowing outside. I just saw this lovely green umbrella (I still call them kasa) and dashed off a word or two about it, before tea: http://www.redbubble.com/people/myoriginalsin/art/697342-1-our-own-paradise
BY MADELINE SINCLAIR Chapter One: On a Farm in Mary-Anna, PA / Rosalind sat on a grassy knoll at the top of a hill. The Sun wa…
My personal journey to find the heart of the soul of the world…
I don’t desire to dwell in a beautiful temple / made by your hands
My dreams are in colour, / My singing’s in key, / My Love, Unconditional, / My Spirit is Free. I speak for the speechless, / I hold their …
this moment is the one where i say that thing that will change the nature of all things between us
his body a large uppercase L
She cried inside and out. She tried to reach him, but she was restrained…
This is about loss and another chance…
The injection had been painful, and she resented the woman’s petting, because she knew the woman did not care for her at all, it was just…
This is a story that sort of describes a chain, like a food chain, but this chain is more of a coldness intertwined with caring chain. A coldness because intentional harm is inflicted until death, yet a caring because there is some sort of bond between the victim and the perpetrator, like being kept in a cage and cared for while being tortured, and the ultimate outcome of being caged will be death.
quick speech to tease out burnt orange hair / a sliding scale to bring those cooler temperatures / to a more resounding red
Bronchial canopies / Randomly rooted systematically / Supporting life in many angles / Waving their outstretched arms / Towards the gods in …
I never really write that much poetry, it’s one of those things that have to grab and pull you in. It takes a certian sort of inspiration to encourage poetry for me. I do not know why that it is, but I feel that I have to be on a certian level of understanding before I write about something. Although this is less personal then some of my other work the same rule applies. I wrote this yesterday while on the bus, it came out form nowhere. It’s about natures prorities and how we all seek different elements in life to survive. I wrote this about many of the national parks I have been to in South Australia, observing nature do what it does best (survive.)
Once labeled as barbaric in practice / Inventing its image as evil witchcraft
I wonder about how some people can possibly believe in Intelligent Design. Biodiversities work in ways that no human will ever be able to appreciate… especially now. Life in a structured ecosystem is too balanced and percise to have been thought of logically, and if it were so, we humans must really think about how much we truly contribute to society, not just among humans but nature it’s self, and see if we truly deserve the right to be in the animal kingdom.
...Under that suit, behind his face you may see muscle, organs, bones – but if so you are looking with entirely the wrong eyes…
There was a writer’s meeting with the theme of Animals – and I thought for ages about what to do for it. / I didn’t get to the meeting but came up with this. I feel all sorts of ‘animals’ inside – primal, instinctive urges and loves and desires. One though, I’ve had to fight hard to make peace with – and even that peace requires eternal vigilance to maintain…
You’ve been my world / From the day we met / When you left me i was so upset
Puppy love, their your best friends for all their life… / And one day, your just alone…
They were the kind of people that should never be allowed to own a dog. They had no idea how to care for it and they had no respect for i…
Freedom from mistreatment and abuse, and frogs, frogs, and more frogs. 1 Corinthians 4:21 / What do you prefer? Shall I come to you with a whip, or in love and with a gentle spirit?
Think about it…If we have enough power to destroy the world / Why don’t we have enough power to save the world / But yet We’re Only Human
A poem about the species Labeled / Homo Sapiens / the Human Race / My view point and my thoughts about these ravage animals…lol / Let me know what you think even if to you it sucks….I just want the world input / And this piece like the rest is copywritten -This piece was inspired by peering at the perverted reality of which we live in….. (let me have your honest thoughts on this please take care and much love colorblind)
As our family begins to wake, we get up and do our biggest shake / That’s when we cannot sleep much more / Since hearing footsteps cross th…
I feel the cold clumps / of grave dirt stick to my trembling hand / too scared to drop it gently / on your still body / I pause / and the worl…
I rescued my boy almost ten years ago from certain death. He grew to a massive 10 kilos and was bigger than your average size terrier. He gave me ten years of unconditional warm furry love for which I am so very very grateful. I love him. I love him. I will always love him. And Imiss him so much, my heart is breaking…
Thank you so much Victoria Sheldon for buying my 2 cards! It really means the world to me that you would like my work enough to buy it. *...
Jack was a jester / who lived in a box / one day he escaped / and rode away on an ox
a poem i wrote a looong time ago / like in grade 7 / kinda funny poem lol
THE MIRACLE OF LIFE EXPLODES
Life is full of choices, and every one is a test. I know this maze like my own shadow. I will show you how to use your clever mind to dec…
Each Who Sings Now? poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; tree, stone, animal, plant, etc. All Our Relations are still willing to teach anyone willing to gratefully listen. Nothing is ever truly lost as long as there is still someone willing to look for it. Can you guess who is singing?
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