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Falling deep

Thoughts of you haunt my dreams

full-fledged sorrow , to fading extremes

want our lives to be more than most

now our togetherness is only a ghost

time goes on , falling deeper in mind

positive influences I’m starting to find

unplugging my life , all that I knew

the hardest I’ve done , I’m almost through

dark getting brighter , the more that I pray

now I have help , to show me the way


5 Liners – A Round

 

Brain.

Thinking machine

Not working today.

Busy week end, tired.

Sleep.

 

Sleep.

Refresh me.

Not working today.

Too much to do.

Work.

 

Work.

Exhibition coming.

Not working today.

Running around in circles.

Stop.

 

Stop.

Do nothing?

Not working today?

Need off switch for

Brain.

 


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A Bowl of Soup

I wish I had a bowl of soup

Alas, but I do not.

But if I had a bowl of soup

I’d like it nice and hot

~~~

But not too hot, just warm enough

To soothe my throat so sore

And if the soup was good enough

I might just ask for more

~~~

But since I have no bowl of soup

I’ll make a cup of tea

The herbal kind with lemon

And delightful, sweet honey

~~~

I hope you like this little poem

Though it’s not some great verse

Remember, while it’s not the best

I’ve penned, by far, much worse.

;)


The Crocotiggersaurous

Apologies if you’ve seen this before, but I was reminded of it by a small person and thought I would share it again.

Reblogged from http://patwoodblogging.wordpress.com/2012/08/23/the-crocotiggersaurus

I have a special pet

Her name is Harriet

And I found her in a wood some time ago.

She’s been with me for a while

And she really makes me smile

She’s a Crocotiggersaurous with one toe.

When I found her she was small

But now she’s grown quite tall.

To get her in my bedroom is a squee-eeeze.

Her head is very wide

So she turns it on its side

And crawls in through the door upon her knees.

She eats breakfast lunch and tea

Pretty much the same as me

Though she doesn’t like fish fingers (and I do).

She wears daddy’s ancient shirts,

My mummy’s jeans and skirts

And one single lace-up pointy big black shoe.

She can’t come to school with us

So she kicks up quite a fuss

Till mummy has to give her nose a blow.

She is waiting after school

With skipping rope and bat and ball

And we play games until my friends all have to go.

And when it’s time to go to sleep

We snuggle down inside the sheets

And we cuddle and she rocks me to and fro.

She cuddles very tight

And she keeps me safe all night.

She’s my Crocotiggersaurous with one toe.

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