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One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the strubbely beds. – Joyce. A stumbling stream of conciousness. August 9, 2015. August 10, 2015. As the smoke descends. The strobe light drops, our. Bodies float, hanging. In the thumping air. Against walls of the. In the silver moon, the. Rows of peaking mountains. Drowning in drops of. Morning dew that lasts. Throughtout the day and. Night – till when the sun. Does shine upon our naked. Bodies, running through the.
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One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the strubbely beds. – Joyce. Tackling the Roman roads. August 3, 2015. February 29, 2016. At the edge of the crossing. A herd of them stamp past. Like raging bulls: stiletto-heeled. Wasp-like vespa’s; businessmen. In velvet suits, rushing by on. Scooters; students passing red. On rusty bikes – the rest are caught. Stopped still by changing lights. Like a red-eyed deer dazed at night,. Vulnerable I cross – a jut of red, nips. Blog at...
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One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the strubbely beds. – Joyce. Rome, when the morning sun has first risen. August 2, 2015. August 2, 2015. Rome, when the sun has first risen amongst. The golden walls and cobbled side-streets. Glistens in its splendour and antiquity. The morning breeze brings with it a clatter of. Shutters and the waft of roasted coffee. A gentle rising cloud of laughter over Breakfast:. Espresso pours and the cornetto crunches. Next Post →.
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One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the strubbely beds. – Joyce. With a teeter, a totter and a toddle. With a teeter, a totter and a toddle He grabs a handful of sweets. Like a rainbow that appears in a fountain They tumble to the ground, Dropping through the gaps in the hand As a claw machine loses a toy. The dye runs, smudges, smothers his hands, They look like a playground wall. […]. Read more "With a teeter, a totter and a toddle". 8220;Rejected Adresses”. He pull...
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One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the strubbely beds. – Joyce. August 11, 2015. Where once Tess made her way to ancient stone. And stood as none have ever since. Her journey void of car or factory,. Of Tower block or supermarket;. Where once keats lay upon his summer lawn. And listened to the bumble of the bees. Around his head and on his parchment. Urging lofted verse;. Where rows of burnished olive arms swung. And hacked and stacked at golden fields of hay;. Wonde...
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I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself. May You Touch Dragonflies and Stars – Dance With Fairies and Talk to the Moon. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. I love to read.
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I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself. May You Touch Dragonflies and Stars – Dance With Fairies and Talk to the Moon. 2015-01-27 01.36.44. 2015-01-27 01.36.44. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. I'm ...
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I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself. May You Touch Dragonflies and Stars – Dance With Fairies and Talk to the Moon. For I do not. Forever does not exist. You will give me. The moon and stars. But they are not. I make you happy. But how can that be. I can’t even make. I wish for you. Love and happy endings. The moon and stars with. To make each other. I need your promise. The moon and stars. Remind me of you. Smile in a Box. 4 thoughts on “ Forever. Ace Worldwide News Group. I love to read.
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I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself. May You Touch Dragonflies and Stars – Dance With Fairies and Talk to the Moon. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. I love to read.
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I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself. May You Touch Dragonflies and Stars – Dance With Fairies and Talk to the Moon. Tiptoeing carefully, uncertainty. Stumbling, unsure of. What to do or say. I too, have secret wishes. I too, sit alone. But for the memories. Where I come to dream. Wordless whispers left unsaid. I close them all. Alone in my sadness. I stare at the stars. Looking for a place to hide. Under layers of dead dreams. Never to be woken. 2 thoughts on “ Dead Dreams. I love to read.
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I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself. May You Touch Dragonflies and Stars – Dance With Fairies and Talk to the Moon. Holding On to Nothing. December 23, 2016. Reading time less than 1 minute. Listen to Holding On To Nothing by Annie Kirby #np on #SoundCloud. December 23, 2016. Reading time less than 1 minute. Listen to Nobody Special by Annie Kirby #np on #SoundCloud. December 20, 2016. Reading time less than 1 minute. December 19, 2016. Reading time less than 1 minute. December 18, 2016.
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I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself. May You Touch Dragonflies and Stars – Dance With Fairies and Talk to the Moon. Smile in a Box. Listen to Smile in a Box by Annie Kirby #np on #SoundCloud. Holding On to Nothing. 4 thoughts on “ Smile in a Box. December 24, 2016 at 12:11 pm. Amazing verbal poetry dear Annie. Thank you for sharing and I hope you are havibg a fun and safe holiday. December 24, 2016 at 2:14 pm. December 24, 2016 at 2:31 pm. I hope you are feeling better and you are welcome.
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Wanderings and writings from the upstairs by Norma King. March 10, 2014. 10-year-old nature expert (my granddaughter) told me trees have feelings too. Clever, this budding naturalist, but not original. I think it was J.R.R. Tolkien’s Tree Beard that first said it; or maybe Christopher Robin from Winnie the Pooh; or maybe an early human-ite wandering in the wilderness…. A grandfatherly tree near the Provo Tabernacle, Utah. And have them speak back and tell of what they’ve seen? I picture a scene from H...
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The Writer's Blog. To inspire those who need inspiration. You still have two strikes left. Posted by Gabriel Gibilisco. Take the hits, and keep moving forward. Pull strength from those that need you. Wear the scars like a badge of honor. Don’t you dare quit–it’s not over. Be Kind. Be Light. Be Love. Posted by Gabriel Gibilisco. Regardless of circumstance, proving that there is good in the world–one person at a time. Shining through the darkness, a beacon of hope lighting the way for a better tomorrow.
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1918, December 11. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn is born in Kislovodsk, Russia to Isaakii Semenovich Solzhenitsyn and Taisiya Zakharovna Shcherbak. Issaaki, a decorated soldier in World War I, is injured in a hunting accident and dies of blood poisoning shortly before his son is born. Taisija Zakharovna, leaving her son in the care of family, goes to take typewriting and stenography courses; finds work in Rostov-on-Don. Lives with his mother in Rostov. 1925, late Fall. Taisija Zakharovna takes her son to Rostov.
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thewriterwithaquiff | "Turning and turning in the widening gyre the Falcon cannot hear the falconer" – Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre the Falcon cannot hear the falconer – Yeats. Where once Tess made her way to ancient stone And stood as none have ever since Her journey void of car or factory, Of Tower block or supermarket; Where once keats lay upon his summer lawn And listened to the bumble of the bees Around his head and on his parchment Urging lofted verse; Where rows […]. Read more "A romantic vision". A stumbling stream of conciousness. Read more "A stumbling stream of conciousness ". Rome,...
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Where writers can be writers, where readers can be readers, where dreamers can be dreamers. Friday, November 30, 2012. Tis not midnight yet, so I can get in my 993 words I need, but I must say, I am sad NaNoWriMo is over. I currently have 14,007, out of 15000. On the bright side, I have 'til midnight. Next time I post, I'll be a winner! Sunday, November 18, 2012. I've been tagged by DrummerGuy. I didn't even know this was going on, so. okay, I'll just follow the instructions I was given. ;). 1 Who is you...
