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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons: July 2009
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons. Wednesday, 29 July 2009. All poets are safecrackers,. Just trying to find. And at the beginning,. Nobody really knows,. What hides behind the lock. But whatever it is,. It's quiet, like a listener,. Who encourages you,. Not to give in. THE SACRIFICE TO TIME. 12 lines, 60 syllables in each stanza. Time is the most bizarre of things. Always it sings,. And clocks that tick,. All sound too quick. Time is the most gorgeous of things. It floats on wings,. With healing hands,.
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons. Wednesday, 29 July 2009. All poets are safecrackers,. Just trying to find. And at the beginning,. Nobody really knows,. What hides behind the lock. But whatever it is,. It's quiet, like a listener,. Who encourages you,. Not to give in. 29 July 2009 at 15:37. Thank you for visiting me Matthew. Finding the right combinations can be difficult, but I think you have picked the lock with Safecrackers. I will continue to read more of your work. 30 July 2009 at 11:01. If you ...
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons. Sunday, 21 June 2009. THE FAN IN EVERYONE. Sat down under a tree. In a different country to you and me. But he had not come to meditate. Instead to watch football on a portable TV. The game: Buddhists United vs. Buddhists FC. 24 June 2009 at 22:10. I like this one too. It made me laugh when I got to the football part. It made me think of the King and I because it has Buddha in it. Ha ha. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Http:/ poetswhoblog.blogspot.com. POLITICIAN ...
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons. Monday, 28 September 2009. Until you invade Facebook,. You shall never conquer this planet! You are so behind times! When you become our slaves. You can add us on Spacebook! 27 October 2009 at 12:11. I like this, its really funny :D. Have you had anything published, cos your poems are really good :D. Chat to me on interpals 3. 29 October 2009 at 07:54. This a really humorous piece of writing! 31 December 2010 at 03:00. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It's had tack...
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons. Monday, 29 June 2009. LOOK INTO MY EYES. An acrostic written by myself. Ruthless people have poisoned the lanD. Evanescent is the feeling of nostalgiA. Throw in the towel, press the panic buttoN. Utopia is slowly and painfully crumblinG. Rogues’ galleries contain pictures of everyonE. Now evil is ahead in the great tug of waR. Our planet is sinking due to the weight of its cargO. Fearless Earth struggles to support more than halF. 3 July 2009 at 18:44. Http:/ jpnewhou...
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons. Wednesday, 24 June 2009. IN MY MIDNIGHT SLEEP. Disorientated and desperate, I sit under the trees. I tell the burning sun he’s to blame, I shouldn’t be here. In this far flung field, on the outskirts of town,. Dead daffodils mark the end of everything I once knew. My starved eyes flicker like broken street lamps,. And I wait to become lost in the beautiful haze. Nowhere to go, trapped in a pool of shade, drowning slowly. But at least the grades I achieved were good.
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons. Sunday, 12 July 2009. Level 2 in the multi-storey car park,. I was lucky to find a space,. Level 1 was unbearable,. A real low point in my life. The paystation is nearby,. But have you forgotten. To remove all valuables. Bob Dylan walks about,. Putting leaflets under windscreen wipers. Probably attempting to advertise. His new pizza restaurant. Well i'll tell you something. I don't like the way,. His margheritas are a'changin. I mean, what is really going on? I'm 17, ...
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons: August 2009
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons. Sunday, 16 August 2009. This is the last dash for everything we know. We must capture the past that doesn’t exist,. And keep running, until we reach long ago. This is time, ticking down to the final twist. I am caught, leave me here, let go of my hand,. And just keep running, until our love isn’t missed. This is white lightning shattering the sand. Remembering now, the happiness and pain,. I stand still at long last, to see my last stand. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Sad Nightingales and Vulgar Pigeons. Sunday, 21 June 2009. Written by me again. If you lack ambition,. If you lack simple intuition,. If you desire some instant recognition,. If you would like a new position,. If you can carefully guide us through transition,. If you can come up with many a meaningless rendition,. Feel free to become a politician. As we sit back and listen to your next proposition,. As we stand up and march on your next expedition,. We will watch you show the skill of the best magician,.
