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The Grumbling Gargoyle: February 2015

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Sunday, 22 February 2015. May work for some. But not for all. And the pain goes on. Poem only ©. Wednesday, 11 February 2015. Many of those who know me, through the curious catacombs of social media, will know me best as The Grumbling Gargoyle. Writer, poet and lover of all things weird and wonderful. This Gargoyle has her own thing of wonder to share with you, and in order to do so she must strip herself of her stony garb and, as Lynn Gerrard. Stand bare before you, to reveal all! I'm equally pleased be...

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Eusebeia Philos: Complexity

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Other worlds exist beneath the surface of my assumptions. Thursday, June 13, 2013. Creates tasks harder to complete. Has always been my tendency. If fills, consumes - my life replete. With its stress, and no way to cheat. 169;Eusebeia Philos 2013. A rondelet written for dVerse Poets. Form For All The Rondelet. June 13, 2013 at 6:29 PM. No way to cheat, thats for sure.great job with the prompt. June 13, 2013 at 7:12 PM. Hey Andrea. Hah. Cheating increases the complexity. Thanks so much. Have a good week.

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Awards | ANNIE'S MUSE

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Writer’s Digest April 2016 Poem A Day Challenge – PAD. Jake and Dorothy’s. Life … Experience It. Now What …. Reclining Nude – Red. Take Off the Day …. The Last …. Three To Get Ready …. March 31, 2016. Source: Photos by wild Thing. Truthfully, I don’t know where to start to describe this author! She writes for herself and with a passion for what she is writing. She shares of herself unstintingly in her poetry/prose in a way that touches you. Truly there is magick in her words! Go to Amazon and get one of ...

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The Grumbling Gargoyle: Circle Of Life...

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Sunday, 9 August 2015. The circle of life. Poem only © Copyri. 9 August 2015 at 12:11. You going all cyborg on us, oh stony one? 9 August 2015 at 13:41. The Gargoyle you require has not been recognised, please replace your mindset, and dial again ;). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Grumblings of a Gargoyle - poetry book two. The Grumblings of a Gargoyle - poetry book one. Cover Reveal Enigma II Fighting the Man. The Conspiracy of Inanimate Objects. Iambic Utterances and Other Wayward Words.

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Sleeping to Dream: my angel

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Thursday, May 8, 2014. From the lips of an angel. From the love of an angel. The path is winding. Lit by strings of stars. And I will have your hand to hold.my angel. Thanks for reading and speaking. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). To explain why I write is like explaining why I breathe.I have to. View my complete profile. Sign Up for New Stuff. Top of the Pops. Close to the edge and so far removed I need something good to die for a desperate need to feel you warm and willing, touching me filling m.

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The Grumbling Gargoyle: July 2015

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Saturday, 18 July 2015. To dust the mind. And pluck the cobwebs. And not by prejudice. Poem only © Copyri. Sunday, 12 July 2015. The tale which is about to unfold before you is disturbing on many levels, mainly because the majority of the unsettling events which form the narrative.are hideously true! Prithee do continue, gentle and curious reader. I did that thing we all do in moments of awkward discomfort. I kept my eyes firmly on the ground and mumbled."Oh shit! Ok, ok, I digress).leaving ME with t...

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Sleeping to Dream: apparition

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Sunday, April 29, 2012. I'm beaten, worn thin. A fragile emotional hostage. Weakened by insatiable hunger. Vulnerable and exposed to the storm. I scream out, raging against the machine. The windmills I charge exist only in my mind. My shield is riddled with self doubt, my love unworthy. Armor pitted and rusty, useless against the onslaught. I wake from my nightmare. Feeling your hot breath on my neck. Your sweet voice gently kissing my ear. Whispering my name.and the pain fades. View my complete profile.

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Sleeping to Dream: the way

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Thursday, November 20, 2014. It's in the way. The stars light the night. Your hands fits in mine. Our two lights shone brightest. With all the possibilities. That exist in the infinite universe. We managed to find our way. And against all odds. It's in the way. The stars light the night. Thanks for reading and speaking. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). To explain why I write is like explaining why I breathe.I have to. View my complete profile. Sign Up for New Stuff. Top of the Pops. We are headed for ...

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The Grumbling Gargoyle: November 2014

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Sunday, 30 November 2014. But am not defeated. But am not beaten. But am not weakened. Yet know not freedom. Poem only ©. Ght Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012. Saturday, 29 November 2014. Ding-Dong-Soddin'-Merrily.an' all that! Just to explain.my most recent vent, which you are about to suffer, was written following my having been cruelly subjected to a certain 'Festively Heartwarming' video recently.I'm still trying to un-clench my fists! Obviously, that elevated feeling of.'Good Will To All Men'.an' all t...Where...

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Eusebeia Philos: American Sentences

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Other worlds exist beneath the surface of my assumptions. Ethereal ideas float far above our muddy experience. For a moment, a crazy moment, my world spun back on its axis. Truths dreamt through the night, denied by accusation of morning's first light. Deepest thoughts when no one is here, this isolation - my confessor. The unexpected does not surprise me, since it happens so often. Deep in a flashback, adrift, I returned home as the song ended. Angels are building an addition behind for extra guests.