Category Archives: Poetry

Rainbow Seeker

‘You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there’s always someone who wants to destroy it.” ~J.M. Barrie, Neverland  If darkness has rained on your parade,  become a rainbow seeker. For, when the light finally shines, the brilliance of … Continue reading

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A Moment’s Peace

I came across the following prose. I’d written it on 27/07/2011, on a tattered envelope: I am not a fashion victim. I am fashionable! I’m at peace– peaceful for the moment. And in that moment my mind’s eyes wishes I … Continue reading

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Ectasy

Exquisite eruption, engulfing Chaotic, colliding emotions Transcend…    Exalt… Alter. Sublime moment stay, ohhhhhhhhhhhh Yesssssssssssss! Stay.

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Jingle Poetry At The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week 19

Sunday, December 25, 2011 Written for the Poetry Picnic Week 19: Forgiveness, Gift, Holiday Songs, and Traditions “Fresh eyes & insights and new beginnings…” Yes, I’ve made progress over these last years… Your offense, I no longer take… Justification for … Continue reading

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Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 17/2011

The landscape doesn’t look familiar. The steaming cuppa does look inviting… The tasks I must accomplish pile higher and higher… As time whirls by, I begin to meet myself coming and going. The steaming cuppa does look inviting… If I … Continue reading

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The Gooseberry Poetry Picnic Week 15

For Sara, Wishing You Fair Winds She’s upped and vanished. Appears as if some one wishes to Remove her from our midsts, our memories. Ain’t gonna happen! Whomever she’s touched with her Extraordinary wit and wonder, and that’s each And … Continue reading

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Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 15/2011

Time is illusion. As one lives one’s life it appears that ofttimes, time’s too long, too short or neither short enough or long enough. Time’s a very malleable thing. Yet, try as you may, you can not hold time. It … Continue reading

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