a little bit from spider and the fly, buried way back in my blog but not forgotten, just discovered my sixteen year old son is writing poetry with a friend and using the same style.some of it is great but he wont let me post it. They are using face book and text messages, we do not have the time to... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
flowing red drapes adorned with gold tassels a background of sound of musical rattles we rush up the stairs and down we laugh in nostalgia we dance in the town the market place calls us remember the night deep in the medina you held my hand tight then aroma of mint swilling in tea and back up the... Sign in to see full entry.
worry about me not I cannot have that pressure I will always be around you must believe worry about me not well you think that is nice suffocate my feelings I am still here but worry over me set conditions on my day will only let your worries blow me far away a freedom song Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
she cried her first tear and it fell to the ground but the sweet little child saw no one around so cried she some more would anyone hear no they all ran away and just left her in fear she yelled from the mountain she stood tall in the wind jealousy lets insecurity in he knealt at her feet all... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I search an old poem to blow dust from its lines my words weary and repetitive like a worn shirt it falls limp amongst your tired face falling tattered through the dirt i wish to wipe your frowning face and lift your chin to feel soft breeze and warming sun to let the light of loving in but far away... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Oooh my head we have no bread no time to shop been in that shop now time to drop more dust and fust to grind we must six days for hopeing till our opening bbq could be a que a line of shoes and bags and dresses models with their hair in tresses walk the walks and scratch the chalk we splurge sales... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
heavy eyes, fireflies tired cries exhillerating facinating hearts pulsating opening hours april showers books in towers chairs on stairs shoes in pairs crafty fairs cups with tea toys for free them an me cannot stop pile on top big red shop bed to flop weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
why, is your question others will nod in agreement yet they know not her self yes there is reason but it would not be yours why this exhaustion of magnitude this commitment and to who then why you ask why should she do this an alternative motive perhaps could she not sit in a warm place be pampered... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, March 21, 2011
charitable fayre
BE MORE GENEROUS. Be more generous it said on the ticket no 3 euros was the price so do not pick it i will give you one hey just for fun and i smiled no way, it cant be done hey joe wake up its six already get out your bed and please get ready to market to market to market we go with all of our... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
So SPIN did she and round and round she swung with flair then touched the ground then up to twig then down to grass this was her ever greatest task and morning came and went they said and night it never took her sleep and red silk spun and twinned with red her gift would make the forest weep. The... Sign in to see full entry.