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The Fifth Line: War Poem
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Thursday, 21 July 2011. A thousand battles storm the sky,. A host of angels wake from sleep. You triumph when the broken lie,. With blazing breathe they squirm and speak:. Young fools with fire you may kill. And laugh to see our ghosts despair,. But listen as one voice we will. View my complete profile.
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The Fifth Line: May 2010
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Sunday, 30 May 2010. In the absence of inspiration I decided to test my memory by writing poems from others, such as this piece from Robert Frost:. Some say the world will end in fire,. Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire. I hold with those who favour fire. But if it had to perish twice,.
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The Fifth Line: December 2009
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Friday, 11 December 2009. This is how I write. And this piece took me all of 3 minutes to complete! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). New ideas need space" - Paulo Coelho. That's what I'm here to find out. View my complete profile. Finally Got to Internet. Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog. Don't ask ...
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The Fifth Line: Red Earth
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Tuesday, 26 April 2011. Red earth like rust as a dirty car. Rattles past the ragged fruit stall,. Blinding in shades of red and green. Red sun over jagged mountain,. Silver against the bleeding sky;. The strike of a spear cleaving skin. Black faces bold against the dirt. Their Masai garb red as the fire.
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The Fifth Line: June 2010
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Thursday, 24 June 2010. Find a Penny.". Does everyone pick up a penny lying on the pavement or is it just me? I must have made more than a few pounds over the years with this habit, but it also means that I spend most of my time looking at the ground as I walk. A character flaw? It has been suggested t...
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The Fifth Line: October 2008
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Wednesday, 29 October 2008. Drink deep the poison that surrounds you. Swim champagne oceans of glittering lies;. Embrace the whispered secrets of life. And call them truth. Friday, 10 October 2008. Pieces of me, broken,. Scattered to a cold morning breeze;. Melt as ice in the dazzling blue. If you keep...
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The Fifth Line: June 2011
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Saturday, 18 June 2011. My mind is encased in a glass jar. Thoughts swarming like flies. To a neon lamp. The constant buzzing and tapping. Reminds me that I am safe. The intense silence is deafening. As it engulfs everything that is,. Until finally all that is left. Is what might or might not be. Knowl...
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The Fifth Line: August 2009
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Tuesday, 4 August 2009. Sun in Flowers *Revised*. The day has broken as a vase;. Its flowers strewn across the sky. As fire burns away the dark -. A blaze of colour born to die. I have tidied up the meter so I think this version flows more smoothly. Monday, 3 August 2009. The day has broken as a vase;.
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The Fifth Line: Rain
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Tuesday, 26 July 2011. The rhythm of the rain. Speaks its diamond poetry. And secrets stream as webs. The steaming glass alive. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). New ideas need space" - Paulo Coelho. That's what I'm here to find out. View my complete profile. Finally Got to Internet. Don't ask yourse...
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The Fifth Line: November 2010
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A random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of. well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry. Saturday, 27 November 2010. From diamond clouds of paradise,. Slowly from bed into another battle. Of corduroy and concrete. Hours melt into days. Wheeling through the universe. Go on One Cup. No sugar. Companies have a thousand monkeys. Swimming in circles, morning to night. Into an ocean of yesterdays.
