tales from the murky splurge

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Sunday, February 14, 2010

happy valentines

knock knock go away you cannot come in i wont let you stay mock mock it said as it broke the door laughing as it scattered roses on the floor across her heart there hangs a sign it is not permitted what is here is mine but love laughed loud to no thoroughfare and said I can enter everywhere Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 13, 2010

more from the second moontox

For in the forest there beckoned a Knight 21-11-09 One of Armour, shining and bright. Hidden beneath that mask of feathers Where chains, maces and anger does reign It will be days and weeks of inflicted pain. the hag took the knight to the edge of the lake to show him the moon in reflection and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

stop stop and not plop you are still at the top where the bees are a buzzing and clearing the shop the rain is a pain and youre calling again dont take out the washing, you think we´re in spain. well done my little lovely you pat me on the head and the puppy dog tinsy wrapped up in her bed the cat... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 24, 2010

more nonsense from MS

THE FINEST AMONGST US HAVE BEEN IN THE DUMPS WE READ IT AND SAID IT, IT TOOK JUST THREE MONTHS, FROM CONCEPT TO FLYING UP IN TO THE AIR, BUT THE BILLS ON MY DESK ARE STILL THERE, ITS NOT FAIR. I AM JUMPING ON CONCRETE AND NOW HAVE SORE FEET, CAUSE THE FLY IN MY SOUP IS HANGING ON TO A LEEK, HE SWIMS... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 21, 2010

what do we have? we have no need what do we want? just a will and courage we have jewels encrusted in trust we have gold solid in freedom strong arms the power is ours what is your wish? just a kiss and your desire? to fly on the breeze of chance............. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 17, 2010

How spectacular this love of humor your eyes are alive and captivated we laugh together at the same it touches and tickles and who is there to see we hum the same tune and cry when we hear the same lines stay with this wildness hold my hand what does age matter you are the bravest child and i am... Sign in to see full entry.

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For Babara........................................... Traditionally a Funeral is a sad affair. I have just attended the one of my mother in law. England is in the grip of some nasty weather. The air is cold and damp and the skies are grey. Sitting in the church which was cold dark and gloomy the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

when you feel weak, help someone and that will prove to you how strong you really are. Tomorrow I will be saying goodbye to my mother in law Babara who sadly died just before xmas, She was 86. Although we never saw eye to eye, I truly will miss her. xxx Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 11, 2010

its funnier than most but life is like that so have a sense of humour and laugh today Sign in to see full entry.

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the mad is the hatter who drinks tea off a platter then stirs the words to drink with a fork he touches you what does it matter then touches me to talk the walk cry not s weet lizard who sleeps with the wizard who talks of the moon and licks the spoon then rolls in the snow but its cold they know... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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