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And Those Who Watched
And when a nice young lad came near his side,
Sampson reached out his hand t' the lad, and said,
'My lad, guide my hand to...
wets my brain
hear the growl
of the clouds greying
let drop the rain,
and the droplets speed down
to the world below,
A Eulogy: All That Remains
"Here lies one whose name was writ in water."
A man once was and now is not,
For death has claimed his beating heart,...
to lovely eyes
O' the Beautiful Soul Who's Met with Troubles
O' the beautiful soul who's met with troubles,
Woe, come the day...
The Raven to Take You Home
O' some are blessed with length of days,
And many, though, never grow old,
Whether at peace, or deathly afraid,
The Wager Between the Satyr and the God
The young satyr sat in the shade
Passing the day away in melody,
The sound of his song
Played upon the...
here's a couple more...
The Sway of Love
Cool summer days are kind in nature,
(As if nature loves to be kind to her lovers)
While the gentle...
wow, there are just so many things going for this one. Good poetry. I am amazed at how you handled the subject of photos. You take us through all...
thanks poppy, you know why my head is in the clouds:cool:
here's some more.
That One Diner I Frequent
A woman smiles and...
I say what I mean, and mean what I say.
I like everything about it, and, most of all, the imagery used. The descriptions are uncanny. And what an imagination!
With My Head In the Clouds
eyes turned on high,
i behold giants in the sky
in their fluffy white life
i watch them pass by,
mind-play on shapes...
I would start by setting a scene, and working in the details by letting the events show what's going on, and not simply telling. But I know you...
Pennies In the Wishing Well
What am I to do,
But make a wish so swell?
My hopes with you are few,
And, what, I will never tell.
What Was That?
I hear your voice repeating
Inside my head.
It didn't make much sense,
Of which you were speaking,
But I can't stop thinking...
Davy Jones' Locker
Lost to the depths, the ocean holds,
The sunken ships in waters cold,
The weight of leagues bring their burden,
Under Cloak of Night
When all is still, the night advanced,
And most, to sleep, have nodded off,
The thief a'prowl takes his chance
it was satire, and I was afraid it wouldn't be something many would appreciate. Now I can rest easy that it didn't fall on deaf ears.
well, the next thing I would do if I were writing the book is find a way to show those events instead of describing them. But I like the idea very...
Glad you liked it, that's what it's all about. Yeah, I enjoy what I do, but nothing's better than taking someone along for the ride!:buttrock...
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