Category Archives: Poetry

Words


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

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The Wordsmiths Art


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

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Love and Laughter


I like to write my poems; I write most every day. ‘cos poems are the one way that I can have my say. I write ‘bout things that move me and those that twist my heart. ‘Cos poetry’s expression – … Continue reading

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Let My Spirit Fly!


I write because I love the story, not to win some hidden glory. There’s things that rattle in my brain; not to write would cause me pain. I write in rhyme ‘cos that’s my want (not just because I like … Continue reading

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Just getting it off my chest.


“You bitch!” He said to one so sweet. Her face, a picture of defeat. “You must see that I’m one who tries; I really do!” begged tear-filled eyes. To him the joke was with his mates The sort I find … Continue reading

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Pigs Can’t Fly?


I once wanted to do a thing quite hard But at every turn my way was barred Those who knew said “Pigs can’t fly” All I could think was “Why, why, why?” If I can but spread my heart and … Continue reading

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Graffiti & Wall Art


Graffiti & Wall Art Like worlds far apart One offence to the eye Art touching the sky Ugly city made worse By gaffiti’s curse Wall Art is a tale A ship under sail Maybe ‘cos I’m old Crap makes me … Continue reading

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A Blogaholic?


I’ve been spending all my time blogging away not “logging”, just blogging, so it’s OK. There aren’t any chainsaws; nothing like that, just me tapping keys, ratatat tat. Thought I should tell you that I am not dead, it’s just … Continue reading

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