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They wander loose within my mind; these words my humble writings find. They twist and turn within my brain; I let them out or go insane. Sometimes I see them on their own, like single seeds the wind has blown … Continue reading
In the garden where I roam Elves and Pixies make their home. Many insects there abide under leaves where they can hide from those great big hunting things; some with claws and some with wings. The aphids are my biggest … Continue reading
I am a Dreamer I’ve been told in voices that are meant to scold. But dreaming is where life begins; the pure joy without the sins. I know that my Dreaming ways will bring light to the darkest days. It’s … Continue reading
I read and reread New-fangled, intellectual ‘poetry’ today No common man Would understand The broken story No rhyme or rhythm Is this what is? I asked myself Or is this just The ramblings Of over-intellectualised, Pretentious twits? The story it … Continue reading
There’s days whe I feel troubled, there’s days when I feel joy. There’s days when I have wondered “Is there still life in this old boy?” But then I hear the laughter welling deep within my heart and then I … Continue reading
I can’t write this modern stuff; I just don’t see its goal. I see word lists and that’s enough to make me wonder if it’s whole. A poem made of lines that short and nothing there that’s rhyming goes against … Continue reading
“A dime a dozen” someone did say about the words I write today. But in my heart I do not care; I write these words because they’re there and if, one day, you just should feel these words can somehow … Continue reading
Poetry is just a bunch of words; the musings of intellectual nerds who think if they pontificate they’ll open wisdom’s hidden gate. But if the truth should e’er be told most that’s written is just Fools Gold.
I’ve found that freedom’s like a tree, it offers shelter to you and me. Its branches spread over this land from deepest forest to beaches sand. It’s there to offer us sanctuary because that is the right of you and … Continue reading
There’s times I write of nothing, when nothing’s to be writ but other times I start to write and think on it a bit. It’s then I find the reason I first put ink on the page; for this lowly … Continue reading
I like it when they “Like” me, gives me a chance to see what others do with pen and ink to help my spirit fly or sink. At least I know I’m not alone when my list of “Likes” has grown.
I’ve written rhymes that are just dumb As I sit here on my big fat bum Pontificating how I feel Until your poor minds simply reel From trying to make sense of it all Like strange graffiti on a wall … Continue reading
My heart is always full it seams though I spill it every day, I spill it now upon this page as I scribble words away. I write deep words of wisdom and those of laughter too but every time I … Continue reading
There’s rhythm in the words I write, they come from in my heart allowing me the joy to feel and live the Wordsmith’s art. My mind picks up the cadence of the words my heart would say and through this … Continue reading