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Morning lit (2) | The BFG
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March 30, 2011 in Poem. Dust is in the sun-beams losing float. Don’t shut the blinds, your skin is still. In the light slivers. There’s a fear here,. Of microscopes and telescopes. Put to bare eyes not. Finding much to make something. Thoughts still grope for dreams. Lose themselves amongst labels. Comments feed for this article. April 6, 2011 at 10:36 am. I love the reality of this written with so much insight into human nature. April 10, 2011 at 1:10 pm. April 6, 2011 at 10:59 am. Really good poem....
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Pen's Random Jottings: April 2011
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Don't let others live rent-free in your head. This is my blog (now there is a surprise! I will be sticking in it poetry, prose, random musings, things that take my fancy and more than likely lots of pictures of cats. I hope you find something to amuse and/or interest you here. Thursday, 28 April 2011. Across the windswept plains of flowing grass. The shadows of the clouds go flowing by. And bending stems make waves as breeze gusts pass. While seed heads rattle softly as they dry. Tuesday, 26 April 2011.
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Pen's Random Jottings: March 2011
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Don't let others live rent-free in your head. This is my blog (now there is a surprise! I will be sticking in it poetry, prose, random musings, things that take my fancy and more than likely lots of pictures of cats. I hope you find something to amuse and/or interest you here. Thursday, 31 March 2011. Starting with ABC Wednesday. Okay, I'm a day late! Then there is Write A Letter Wednesday. Writing a letter to my pet. A certain ginger moggie. I know you are descended. From a worshipped breed. Where we ar...
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Inspired by Lisa: September 2011
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Saturday, September 10, 2011. Laughter is the sweetest of sounds. Laughter can be infectious too. We know it’s true. Can’t be annoyed. Laughter is good for mental health. It is free wealth. Is great for stress. When life’s a mess. Http:/ dodgewrites.blogspot.com/2011/09/todays-prompt-is-minute-poetry.html. 169; Lisa N 9/10/2011. Sunshine Sensation - Sunday Scribblings. Posted at http:/ sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/284-sensation.html. 169; Lisa N 9/10/2011. September 11, 2001! Or those who died!
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Pen's Random Jottings: I Accept the Picture Prompt Challenge!
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Don't let others live rent-free in your head. This is my blog (now there is a surprise! I will be sticking in it poetry, prose, random musings, things that take my fancy and more than likely lots of pictures of cats. I hope you find something to amuse and/or interest you here. Sunday, 6 February 2011. I Accept the Picture Prompt Challenge! Okay, here goes. My first ever blog. We will all find out how this goes together shall we? For my first post I have tried the Picture Prompt Challenge from. This was f...
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Inspired by Lisa: Laughter Minute Poem
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Saturday, September 10, 2011. Laughter is the sweetest of sounds. Laughter can be infectious too. We know it’s true. Can’t be annoyed. Laughter is good for mental health. It is free wealth. Is great for stress. When life’s a mess. Http:/ dodgewrites.blogspot.com/2011/09/todays-prompt-is-minute-poetry.html. 169; Lisa N 9/10/2011. September 11, 2011 at 11:52 AM. We need more laughter! September 11, 2011 at 12:03 PM. September 12, 2011 at 4:22 PM. September 13, 2011 at 11:00 AM. Thanks for joining us Lisa!
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catharsis | ceci n'est pas une blog.
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Ceci n'est pas une blog. The sometimes poetic ramblings of a berry in the wild. If you want to bring me flowers. Be careful what you choose,. I can’t handle it when. They smell like a funeral. Maybe it comes from seeing. Too many too early,. Or maybe i’m just. Too soft, sensitive,. Easily injured, simply saddened. I do my best to. And keep the smile strong. But sometimes the scent. This i know –. Moments stick in my brain. Scattered in a scrapbook. Glued among glitter by my own hand,. Smells or songs or.
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