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Bad Poetry: Soft Landing
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Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare. Little Book of Monsters. Tuesday, November 27, 2012. The warning in her voice. Informs me of her choice. The sweetest of goodbyes. With affection in her eyes. A gentle lowering down. Puts my feet back on the ground. And so, we are well met. November 28th, 2012. View my complete profile. Zing Cat Design (a.k.a My little Sister). Wiggie Woo (a.k.a. My little Cousin).
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Bad Poetry: The Keeper
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Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare. Little Book of Monsters. Sunday, March 11, 2012. I am the Secret Keeper. Of things that must never be said. Dark Truths, hidden away and left for the Dead. I am the Secret Keeper. Of Sacred Promises Broken,. And Sweet Oaths of Love that will never, ever be spoken. I am the Secret Keeper. Of all that could have been,. The Missed Opportunities and things never seen. I am the Secret Keeper.
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Bad Poetry: January 2012
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Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare. Little Book of Monsters. Sunday, January 29, 2012. There are moments in life. That aren't to my liking. And I think to myself. I'd rather be hiking.". January 29th, 2012. Links to this post. Striving not to Strive;. To Live without a Goal. How the Heart Yearns. To Be one Half of a Whole. January 29th, 2012. Links to this post. Wednesday, January 18, 2012. Out of Sight is Out of Mind. About the blood...
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Bad Poetry: October 2012
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Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare. Little Book of Monsters. Monday, October 22, 2012. Let the blood flow. When fingers, numb from the cold,. Are warmed, the blood returns. To the tips and flows under the nails. Oh, my. How it hurts. A heart, protected by frost,. Until warmed by a smile. That hints of long walks on sunny days. Oh, my. How it hurts. Links to this post. Let the blood flow. View my complete profile.
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Bad Poetry: Day Dreaming
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Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare. Little Book of Monsters. Saturday, February 25, 2012. So I went hiking and walked twelve miles. Because I like hiking. I came home and drank some tea while I iced my knee on the couch. Because it was swollen and aching. The Sun warmed my face through the blinds and I fell asleep. Because it was just so comforting. Later, I steamed myself, sitting criss-cross under the shower. Did you see that bird?
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Bad Poetry: March 2012
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Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare. Little Book of Monsters. Sunday, March 11, 2012. I am the Secret Keeper. Of things that must never be said. Dark Truths, hidden away and left for the Dead. I am the Secret Keeper. Of Sacred Promises Broken,. And Sweet Oaths of Love that will never, ever be spoken. I am the Secret Keeper. Of all that could have been,. The Missed Opportunities and things never seen. I am the Secret Keeper.
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Bad Poetry: Breakfast in Bed
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Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare. Little Book of Monsters. Sunday, February 12, 2012. Now I wake me from my Sleeps. Warm and naked between the Sheets. Reaching out to Touch your Face. But of your Face there is no Trace. Then, from the Kitchen comes a Noise. The Smell of Coffee and other Joys. Come back to bed, My Darling, My Sweet. There's Love to make and things to Eat. February 12th, 2012. Day of the Heart. View my complete profile.
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Bad Poetry: December 2011
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Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare. Little Book of Monsters. Saturday, December 31, 2011. Oh my dear Frida, sometimes I wish. You would cross the bridge to knock on my door. Hold me tight, delivering hope with a kiss. And love only me forever and ever more. I wish you could be mine and still feel free. I wouldn't want you to be any other way. To expect this of you is selfish of me. You, who are irrepressible and gay. Links to this post.
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Bad Poetry: Broken Glass
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Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare. Little Book of Monsters. Tuesday, September 25, 2012. When I find all the pieces of my heart. Maybe I'll love again. September 25th, 2012. View my complete profile. Zing Cat Design (a.k.a My little Sister). Wiggie Woo (a.k.a. My little Cousin). Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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