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A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Wednesday, January 14, 2015. A cry for help. A cry for help is. A desperate thing,. Silent screaming in the night. It may be unspoken. An action or a stare. A cut, a bruise. Or someone’s shorn off hair.
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http://bigt-poetry.blogspot.com/2015/01/joanleslie-rawson-nee-godwin-r-i-p-joan.html
A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Wednesday, January 14, 2015. Joan Leslie Rawson (Nee Godwin) R I P. Joan, I didn’t think your leaving would matter at all. It’s been so long since we last communicated. 8230; a distant someone. I fell out of...
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Big T's writing: Our daily bread
http://bigt-poetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-daily-bread.html
A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Friday, October 16, 2009. Some days my compassion I do dread. Especially as I go for my daily bread. When I go to the bakers, the best in town. It always gives me cause to frown. I know they’ll be ther...
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http://bigt-poetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/mobile-pussy-isee-her-ridepast-thenstop.html
A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Tuesday, November 30, 2010. The Honda, a. On flowing black hair. She enters his gate. On her white blouse. Where the hairclip is. The next thing you know. She’ll have a. Four digit call number.
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http://bigt-poetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-fast-lane-i-always-thought-that.html
A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Monday, November 2, 2009. LIFE IN THE FAST LANE. I always thought that life in the fast lane. Was intended to portray the better side of living. But something struck me deep the other day. Can move faster th...
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http://bigt-poetry.blogspot.com/2015/01/softly-softlynow-and-melt-away-pain.html
A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Wednesday, January 14, 2015. Softly now and melt away, the pain begins to dim,. Softly now the fog surrounds, she wants to be with him,. Softly for the passage of time, the wind upon my face,. There’s ...
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Big T's writing: Street Food
http://bigt-poetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/street-food.html
A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Thursday, October 15, 2009. Characters and symbols,. Mutant matchstick men,. March across the building. In strict neon formation. Lures you to unique. In capture tanks,. The sound of patting. Ying and Yang of.
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Big T's writing
http://bigt-poetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/tonight-im-drinking-heineken-hic-then-i.html
A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Wednesday, February 17, 2010. Tonight I'm drinking Heineken … hic! Then, I had some others … slurp! I make a toast to Mom and Dad, … hic! Then to my three brothers. … slurp! But forgot to pull the plug!
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Big T's writing: Retribution cocktail
http://bigt-poetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/retribution-cocktail.html
A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Wednesday, October 14, 2009. And Omega 3 supplement. A Doctors’ solution. For a body that’s seen. In what it has to offer. Roasted joints of meat. Eaten Henry VIII style,. Torn apart by hand. By the carton,.
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Big T's writing: An African Miss
http://bigt-poetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/african-miss.html
A small corner of the web where readers can share my writing. I am not a poet or an author, I leave those titles to people who deserve them. Feel free to leave comments on individual work. I would also like to know your overall impression of the writing you find here. Please comment before you leave. Friday, October 16, 2009. I can’t forget the grace, I can’t forget the face. Surprised at the impact you had on me,. From deep down in Africa you rose. A daughter of your people, and how it shows. I hope you...