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Anywhere We'd Like

It was either raining or the trees were just still dripping – slipping off the leaves and hitting windows as your fingers whispered little arabesque-ing pinwheels on my jeans. 53 more words

Kamchatka Irises

More middle-age battle raps

What’s funnier (read: sad and uncomfortable) than a middle-aged white guy from the rural burbs doing poetry? How ’bout a middle-aged white guy from the rural burbs doing battle raps?  1,704 more words


No Pets

I have no pets.
Although I love cats and dogs,
yet their possession makes me bitter.
For as much as I enjoy their company,
I detest the scooping and changing of litter.




Harry, your mummy can’t sing.  Nowadays I don’t have a problem with it but it’s not always been that way.  I vividly remember the time in primary school that I had to stand next to the music teachers piano and sing “The Lord of the Dance” and much to the amusement of my fellow classmates I was stopped before I hit the chorus.  376 more words


Carpe Diem Special #144, Kala Ramesh's fifth haiku "thunderclap"

the darkening sky splits
into liquid night

© Kala Ramesh

hot summer day
battle between thunder and lightning
ah! cool summer rain

© Chèvrefeuille… 31 more words


Word Snap Weekly - Our Day Out

hundred islands
we sail, swim, snorkel
we had fun
we laughed loud
we crossed the orange bridge
island hopping day

clear sky
mild, lovely sea breeze… 21 more words


Reach for the Moon

Our love grew more and more each day.
Isn’t that what it’s supposed to do?
So why did I throw it away on cheap thrills; 285 more words