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Laughing Ghosts: February 2009
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Originals are better than remakes. Wednesday, February 04, 2009. I was recently in a head-on collision. The sesame seed metallic hood. Crumpled under the force. Of my pearly white grill. The double beef passengers. Through the tunnel of appetite satisfaction. Was held in a chapel of grease;. In the book of my blood. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Find Me A Bluebird. Here I Go Again. Mom And Apple Pie. Her Kind Of Blog. Who Am I Not To Say.
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Laughing Ghosts: August 2008
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Originals are better than remakes. Friday, August 22, 2008. Surprised the fire out of me. When she said I googled you. Why would she do that? I spend my days sucking. Acid reduced breakfast, lunch and dinner,. Exposing the delicious smell of bacon frying. As the poopological con it really is. I have mostly gray hair, and. A belly the size of a prize winning watermelon. I do have all my teeth, and. Some really sexy sunglasses. The odiferous truth is there,. My words are full of boaters good eats and drinks.
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Laughing Ghosts: November 2009
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Originals are better than remakes. Tuesday, November 10, 2009. Reminded me of a chicken thigh. Lightly dusted with flour,. Waiting on a deep dive. Stepping on the metaphor. But, decided not;. It’d be cold broth. For a rising, hungry sun. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Find Me A Bluebird. Here I Go Again. Mom And Apple Pie. Her Kind Of Blog. Who Am I Not To Say.
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Ventura Prose: March 2006
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Friday, March 31, 2006. I was the High Priestess of a counterfeit. Coven of one. If you'd press the center. Of my soft little heart, I'd fold and snap like. An overused, under-appreciated tentacle. With ash singed tooth, I'd guard my little. Flock of multiple reflections, selfishly. Six out of seven had spontaneously. Vaporized, but I glared them back into. I, of the seventh nature, was met. With great opposition. I could not. Will myself back into submission. In desperation, I resorted to a patch-up.
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Ventura Prose: February 2007
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007. A Tale of Two Abel's. Abel passed ever so quietly through my doorway, barely. Making a peep. While crossing the threshold, which. Heroically guarded my place of safe haven, an easy wind. Accompanied him. It whisked across my cheek, coaxing me,. Unsuccessfully, to hear the forbidden secret it was trying to. Abel's small, deep set, steel blue eyes bore the look of a. Directionless wanderer. I sensed that society had tagged him. To the rule, or so I thought. Keep his appointmen...
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Laughing Ghosts
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Originals are better than remakes. Tuesday, December 04, 2012. A seagull clawed the rippled menu, and. Decided on the blue-back shad;. A delicious delight of silvery scales,. Terrified eyes, and a last gulp of air. What a sad tail! Brings a tear to the eye. I watched it off the back of my boat last Sunday. Do you feel good for the seagull, or bad for the fish. Bad for the fish. Glad ya are still kicking! Hey, Pat. Good to hear from you. This is ture. Bill. He Really writes good! View my complete profile.
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Laughing Ghosts: May 2008
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Originals are better than remakes. Friday, May 23, 2008. Words can be empty. You can tie them together. Like garlic in panty hose,. The toe of a lost poet’s dream;. They’re still just words,. Empty when full,. Ashes of ghosts howling. In the period after goodbye. Wednesday, May 21, 2008. I woke up this morning. With my bones melting. Pooling in the soles of my feet. When i walked to the bathroom. Sloshed when i stopped. Yeah though i walk. Of the shadow …. Sunday, May 18, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Glimpses Intangible: SLIP and SLIDE
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Wednesday, April 09, 2014. April arrives with softened ground. Look where you walk. For easily you'll fall down. Silly adult wearing a smile. Returning now having touched. Having swung from the peak in. Remaining ski loft seat. Almost to the car. Oops slip and slide. From the other side. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Life in Colour. Living from the Heart. Quilly's quips and quotes. The Old Fart's Blog. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Ventura Prose: November 2006
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Friday, November 24, 2006. The lazy genius is a somnambulist, sleepwalking through. The garden of life. Like a fool in paradise, our gentle subject. Picks flowers of only the most exotic origins, yet will never. Bother to research their genus, nor question why the petals. Gleefully quake and shimmer as they pass through the. Anointed oils of those gifted hands. Our lazy genius shirks mundane responsibilities, and pushes. Aside the clash and clutter of the universe, in favor of a cool. Of a thousand saints.
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Glimpses Intangible: Still Life
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Saturday, January 16, 2010. Walking upon the frozen lake. Surrounded by silent woods. Crystal clear blue sky. Water and ice tussle in delight. As winter and spring. A ping- -a sing- -unseen. Beneath this frozen lake. And souls to rejoice. Comforted by His sublime. Mysterious hand that paints. The surface of this earth in ever. Changing wonder which unfold. Alicia M B Ballard. Hope to find you well dear Pauline. Bill {The Old Fart}. The words are v inspiring! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
