Mum C writes
The fish farmer feeds the fishes
In a polluted sticky pond
Forcing their minds into gratefulness
Until maturity feature them
Their eyes then peep
Through the forbidden hole… 98 more words
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The Treasure Trove
Left at the mercy of her prey
Glowing to show her beauty in the dark
A light without a flame
The beauty lamp of the night… 142 more words
Who i am and i who i will be.
These aspects of myself aren’t dependent on each other. Not in my perspective.
These aspects of myself can change at whim and will change. 30 more words
Larry Breen did you lead a blessed life;
full of songs and hope.
With no bridge at Minneapolis.
Do you dream down there in the earth. 62 more words
Ken W. Simpson Poetry
floating in a sea of melancholy
spite and olive oil.
the elegance of autocracy
‘Take the plate away’.
beneath a blasphemous sky… 23 more words
No Talent For Certainty
You have the right to remain amazing
Anything you say or do is liable to change your life, mine and that of countless others
You have the right to be where you want, when you want, with who you want, in the present and in the future… 59 more words