Tag Archives: FEELING

DEEP SPACE .. .

deep space .. . I see the look in a sputnik’s crater eyes as we are hurtling through space the trinket moon offers only splendour by which our soul’s journey is defined written in the book I have been writing … Continue reading

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da VINCI’S FINGER .. .

da Vinci’s finger .. . alcohol and the elite – a heady mix! I pick up another bottle summoned up the elitist the amateur has gone still hiding in her tree is this your chosen brand can I add mine … Continue reading

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BiRTHDAY SONNET DRAWN in PENCIL with NOVELTY ERASER .. .

birthday sonnet drawn in pencil with novelty eraser .. … .. and if I were a rogue elephant at the zoo where I grew up presented in the land where I was born in the zone of rhinoceros or armadillo … Continue reading

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HOW ARE YOUR EYES YOU SEE WITH ? .. .

.. how are your eyes you see with? how are your eyes you see with do they still revolve within your head how far Old Kentucky I’d raise a 1.5 to lift the sadness I almost feel . Laura Lee … Continue reading

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SAME .. .

same .. . . ears of corn only whisper in reply if I have ought to say this fingered dam grows stone defiant pain of man-made glass so thicker duplicate and tempered till unseen neither frost nor fire may charge … Continue reading

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SINEAD’S DALLIANCES WITH CAPITALISM & FAME .. .

Sinead’s dalliances with capitalism and fame .. light glances sharply off the wet cobbled lane it is wet, dark and vaguely cold like the hand of the soon departed there must be a reason these words wander and wonder are … Continue reading

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DEAD END STREET .. .

dead end street .. . There’s a crack up in the ceiling     and the kitchen sink is leaking’                                         … Continue reading

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THE DOG WHISPERER

I am the dog whisperer! .. I am treason I am subterfuge I am carnality in a hot dog sausage abandon hope ye dogs of war lay your weapons on the floor . I am the dog whisperer I speak … Continue reading

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SWAN SWAN

swan swan .. . .. I looked out for a white bird           yon side of greenish river           where diverging paths lead on forever I turned left     where one … Continue reading

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THE MANY LIVES OF A TORTOISE .. .

the many lives of a tortoise .. . .. we are made up of the past    with pieces added       joints and fissures cracks             knitsugi craft spurs         … Continue reading

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