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Autumn Verses: Hangman - V

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I walk a dream of reality. Tuesday, January 13, 2009. You geared up to touch her. With your existence and waited. Like a lighted matchstick. For its fire to be extinguished. But your presence was an illusion. Gone wrong. You fret about the end. Tuesday, January 13, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Links - The Literary Circle. Page of Woe Absolved. The Tryanny of Toast and Tea. Very Like A Whale. Links - Poetry Website.

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Autumn Verses: April 2007

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I walk a dream of reality. Monday, April 30, 2007. We will dance on the cold pebbles. Beside the lake where ripples. Of clear blue water will tickle our feet,. Where wisp of autumn air will thread. Our hair and make us giggle like children,. And where dragons can turn into butterflies. When dusk casts long shadows. Across the garden, we will sit. And brew tea. We will read. Our favourite poems to each other. And try to outwit one another. With stories, tall or short,. Rhymed or unrhymed,. My forehead and...

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Autumn Verses (old blog): Comments

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Autumn Verses (old blog). Thursday, March 01, 2007. I just realised that some comments from friends have been deleted while I was fiddling with the content and layout of this blog. I've posted the comments again after retrieving them from my email box. However, there may be some which were not retained in my mail box and thus I was unable to post those. Apologies. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Links - The Literary Circle. Just A Dummy Blog. Page of Woe Absorbed.

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Autumn Verses (old blog): October 2005

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Autumn Verses (old blog). Wednesday, October 12, 2005. Not today, I can't write. A giant's feet have stepped on mine. And needles prick the pillow of flesh. On my shoulders, each time I move my head. And my head feels like it would drop off anytime. From drunkenness of exhaustion. And my brain just wants to flip. Around the net of the web. Sunday, October 09, 2005. At work on Saturday, supposed to be an off day,. Got pissed off by an assistant, a temp. Who came in two hours late and so. Don't tell me a r...

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Autumn Verses (old blog): 3 a.m. - NaPo # 26

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Autumn Verses (old blog). Wednesday, April 26, 2006. 3 am - NaPo # 26. The night was morning at 3 am. I roused fresh from dreams,. And the scatter cushion at my feet. That your ghostly hand tapped on me,. Fell gently like a wake-up call. And I didn’t need an ouija board. To sense your presence. It has been a year and more. Since you last spent a worldly. 3 am with me. And you did not forget. NaPoWriMo - 26 April 2006. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Chinese Bride - NaPo # 29.

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Autumn Verses (old blog): September 2005

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Autumn Verses (old blog). Friday, September 30, 2005. A break from versing, here's a sketch. She's a mother bird. But there's no egg. And no baby bird. She's her only brood. And she'll snap at you. If you poke her breast,. Because you're not one of her's. Revised 10 August 2006). Thursday, September 29, 2005. Why do you let this me live. With this militant limb battling. The life out of me? You won't let me cut it off. And you won't let it heal. I can only grimace at her hideous sight. Stuck to my skin.

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Autumn Verses (old blog): Mind Games

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Autumn Verses (old blog). Monday, August 07, 2006. It's just a marble knocking against another. It's not the rush of Niagara Falls. Still, the room turns purple. Not of salvation but purple like a bruise. Veins throb red in rhythm. To the lips of a big mouth. With the loudest roar that drowns. A zebra screaming from a kill. The maze of dead-ends, like a circle. Without an opening,. Is like a mind with one pin hole. Where every thought goes through. And the pin hole is the sun. Belonging only to its owner.

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Autumn Verses (old blog): Questions - NaPo #27

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Autumn Verses (old blog). Thursday, April 27, 2006. Questions - NaPo #27. Do shadows talk and laugh like us. When we are not looking? Do they melt into the darkness when there’s no light? Do birds scorn us for invasion. With our metal planes? Would they think we’re aliens from giant lands? Do fishes wish they could walk on earth. The way we could swim with them? Or are they planning revenge with an. Are thunder roars grudges of injustice. For all the lost seconds? Is earth’s rotation on its axis. NAPOWRI...