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Stage Fright – Poetikat Unbound

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It was Orwell’s year of ‘84. When I made my debut. Called The Copa . This was no place. For Hayworth or Astaire. This, was a dark place. It was a contest. With black tresses;. Swathed in layers of. To the standing mike. And I was on:. I swirled and swayed,. Away from the microphone,. Lost in my reverie. And the eyes of the crowd,. Lips, losing sync,. Hips, pushing forward. To reach that mike. So I went home. To the rehearsal space. In my rented room,. Swiped off the hair. Stripped off the cake. Time-jig ...

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Philosophical Photography, Percontation, Prose, Poetry, Parables, Pottery and Politics… Phew! So here’s the low down:. At least. Also, I do sell my images. So, if you want to link to an image or re-post for. Then that’s fine by me,. As long as you attribute my original content to me. If you want to use it for. Or as a banner or other prominent artwork (and this includes “. Then please contact me to discuss terms. I don’t bite! Oh, and these days using a reverse image search such as google. Top 3 Liked by...

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#r2bcheerful33 – Sitting on a Potty – searching4theshot

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Philosophical Photography, Percontation, Prose, Poetry, Parables, Pottery and Politics… Phew! R2bcheerful33 – Sitting on a Potty. I know we don’t want to get all lavatorial here, but there is something a little bit comforting about sitting on the potty, don’t you think? And as for using the rare. Meyer Sniffen Co. Vortex Special from the 1920s. Well – job well done, so to speak! And certainly a Reason to be Cheerful. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).

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My Life In Runes … | little everyday verses | Page 2

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My Life In Runes …. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. November 1, 2016. Sounds an easy thing to do,. But I’ve found, it’s not. I’ve missed metaphor, simile*. And personi …see? Poem, poetry,. October 25, 2016. When most trees can’t fend. Off the winds, the oak yet hosts. October 25, 2016. Fluffy pink sock-toes,. Charlie thinks they’re new toys–goes. And sinks his teeth in! October 24, 2016. Rest in peace, Pete Burns,. Now we have the answer:. 8220;Dead” at fifty-seven.

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skat | My Life In Runes …

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My Life In Runes …. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Canadian, Married, Artist, Carer, Catholic, Cat-lover, Vegan, Footy-fanatic, Anglophile, Music-lover, Multi-blogger. November 8, 2016. Was all right Monday, but big. November 7, 2016. The last purple leaf. Clings to the chokecherry tree–. November 7, 2016. Stock British phrase used. When you’re on the clock, fitting. Out kids’ ghost costumes. I’ve lost it, haven’t I? Blame it on the time change.😝. The Password Is …. November 1, 2016.

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Stuffed Shirts – Poetikat Unbound

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We’re banking V.I.Ps,. Who loiter ‘round with ease. In suits we dress,. The working sod’s Big Cheese. We look a little stiff,. Could use a snuff of sniff. Some of us stand. Perhaps there’s been a tiff. We like to have a puff,. If someone’s in a huff. We blow the smoke. To make ‘em choke. We don’t take any guff! We charge the highest fees. We’re corporate, if you please. We rake it in,. It’s not a sin,. To bring them to their knees. August 17, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.

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Poetikat Unbound – Page 2

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It’s grey and foggy here today;. There’s a haze on the hill across the way. I hear shrieks of delighted kids at play,. As they fly down the hill on their plastic sleigh! Remember the hill on a snowy day,. Pushing and pulling your favourite sleigh? Then you’d all pile in everyone could play! And you’d run right down what was in your way. A small dog barks as it makes its way,. Through the haze on the hill where the children play. What fun it sounds to my ear today,. Dogged ice sticks, as I make my way.

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Piano Man – Poetikat Unbound

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His old, joint-jumped fingers. Pump the keys and he’s pleased. With what he hears. Foot-stomping on the pedals below,. He’s goin’ goin’ with the tide. That flows from the out of tune piano. Music, music, music! It takes him home to. Smoke-filled rooms and dahlias in their hair. He wears a pork-pie on his silver head,. Insignia on his hand no wedding band. Grimy ivories tell tall tales of. Being fingered by the greats. He remembers all the dates. The late-night gigs and swigging beer. To an adoring crowd,.