GoThe process is ongoing. It is practiced continuously. It is practiced like breath.Go
Another piece on the board, each day reveals the world unfolding. Each stone a new star in the sky. We can find contentment in the small things. One stone can change the balance of a game. One point is the balance between loss and gain. Minutiae count.
In Tibet, there is a boulder that balances upon a single hair from a Buddha. Who can say that the insignificant Are?
An Immortal TravellerYou were born without a location, just velocity and a sense of direction. If there's a home for you at all, it would be the 3am transfer between planes in a country you can't recognise. Or the shuffle of early morning newspaper waiting for trains late in arriving.An Immortal Traveller
Sleep is a dingy room in an unadvertised motel where you carry your own bags to the door. Listen to the newlyweds coupling through the wall, come morning, you could be eating: Any of a hundred breakfasts, in any of a thousand cities, on any of a million streets.
Mid-morning is the begin
An Ode To John Peelno one is left to tell us what to do the kids are not alrightAn Ode To John Peel
Peel ascends the stairs Rooney scores another we're killing off dreams one by one over the phone
no one can tell us apart anymore the kids are not alright
Kirsty sings the blues Shane downs another while we pick apart the leftovers of sunday TV
nobody returns our calls these days the kids are not alright
Bohemian RhapsodyHaven't eaten yet. I'm rather hungry. Too late for lunch but I Want more than afternoon tea. Open my eyes, check out the what's in the pantry, larder and fridge, the contents look good to me. But I must watch my cholesterol! It's too high, not at all low, Something straight off the bone? Doesn't really matter to me- To me.Bohemian Rhapsody
Mama, just grilled a ham Put it between two chunks of bread Now I'm feeling overfed. Mama, lunch has just begun. I'm gonna clean out the fridge with a glass of beaujolais.
Mama, ohh ohhhhh Is there
Quiet, isn't it?
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Have a nice day
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"These words are not my own they only come when I'm alone" - The Wonderstuff.
Could u please, cuz i fink ur a g8 poet. honestly i do. and i aint easy 2 please. Read some of mine! and criticise on them please. highly appreciated.
Could u please, cuz i fink ur a g8 poet. honestly i do. and i aint easy 2 please. Read some of mine! and criticise on them please. highly appreciated.
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I'm looking for illustrations for my poetry book, note me if interested! I'm also having a contest to find cover art for my book. Find the list of poems here: [link]
Poetry Club =versebyverse
How about you?
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"These words are not my own they only come when I'm alone" - The Wonderstuff.
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I said I loved you
You said you cared
And when we were broken
What has love shared?
[link] Corners are no longer safe...*crawls to midroom* ^_^
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