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Mountain High
It never moved.
Didn't stir
Static
Definately immovable!
Still
As a mountain
Look!
Kilamanjiro....
My Coat Of Not Many Colours.
My coat of many colours
Was coloured only blue.
This coat of many colours
it only had one hue.
My coat of many colours
was not an undercoat
Nor even was it an over one.
But it was a coat,
of many colours.
That would make you scream.
For this coat of many colours
Was coloured only green....
ART FORM
Poetry
is an art form.
But who says, that
this is true.
Its not me!
and i think not you.
Maybe it is an art form.
For clever people to
express in ways.
That we just do not
understand...
A Special Love -By Janet Middleton
You are the sunshine that lights up my life,like the suns golden rays
through a window pane,each day is lonely and not the same till I behold That special smile again.When day is done.
Your special look,A special thought of you fills the empty space,
How I long and yearn to see, that special smile again. Tender thoughts of you fill my mind when Day is done.
My life is not complete without you by my side,until you return
bringing back the sunshine into my life,I'm waiting patiently ...
TV ADVERTS
Adverts adverts,our ears and senses are bombarded with useless slogans,as we settle in front of our tvs, ready to enjoy a film,or a favourite programme.Only to find dirty dishwater slushing around on the screen in front of us, as you sit down to have your tea.
Next an advert for your washing machine that needs tender loving care, then up comes a beautiful romantic setting with a young couple we go AH!Lovely we say, till you see the couple are about to be shredded through a thresher machine.
N...
A Diamond Dawn
As I lay in my garden one cool summers morn,
still high from my night at a Cinderella ball.
One shoe I had lost, shall not think of the cost,
in my finest ball gown, still draping my body
a flop on the lawn, enhanced I believed,
by a Jack Pollock design, all spatters
and spills from the sweet violet wine.
Reminiscing of kissing prince charming,
it seemed, as I tried not to drown in
the rhythm and ethos of “R n B" rhyme.
At last the suns warmth reached my limp ragdoll
l...
NONE
None is the of hands shown to take a seat in hell'
Many do not believe in hell, yet no one wants to go there.
There're those who believe that God is love, so all is well,
The God of love and no hell, puts eternal future nowhere.
That means to be a glutten, a drunkard and a happier man,
Enjoy life, soon you are in the ground and back to dust.
Ignore the signs of life and the masterpiece of God's plan,
Live life with gusto and hardening your heart, if you must.
It's you...
Day Pass From Hell
Day pass from Hell
So light, iridescent as bubble she go,
entrancing, enhancing, enthralling the show.
Whirling with waltzers, spinning the clones,
infected with laughter, ecstatic with joy,
all the fun at the fair, in her candyfloss days.
Oh, how precious these times, she knows only too well.
Her spirits so free, in ascendance you see,
Toying with demons, in dark of her light, as her courage
is soaring with all of it's mite.
They cast up green eyes as a cat to the sk...
\"UV\"
Whenever I'm tired, weary and drained,
my shoes all worn out, dirty and stained,
all the things that I fear are just making me lame.
When the thunder is shouting and calling my name
to go out and wonder through lightning and rain.
I'll sit by a window, fall deep into gaze, and slip
far into distance of ultra cool daze.
Warm golden wheat fields,
my dog leaping free,
a moonlit white forest,
oh how I love snow!
a shower of diamonds, as through it I go.
Spring blossoms...
Sylph
Through emerald drenched lenses, I looked with my senses,
adrift on warm breeze, midst springs verdant filigree.
Decend into glade, were wood nymphs sunbathe, on moss velvet throne
stroke teal fairy grass, whilst sipping sweet tea of sage alchemy, a potion so fine as to age like good wine.
For some time I sat, watching honey bees climb,
into speckled pink bells,imagine like tigers that
pounce on bold lions, massaging them gently,
and leaving them dandy.
I dropped as a bottle,...