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  • an odd moment of jubilation

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-23 – 15:01:22

    An odd moment of jubilation

    Oh hearts the lightest
    From bright eyes mine
    Jumps now my gladdened spirit
    In ecstacy not quite sublime

    But happy to know that the sunlight
    Flecks the golden land
    And the ransomed are returning
    No longer my heart contraband

    Fly fly until you can no more
    Touch the burning sun ray
    Not to melt this lovely wing
    As Icarus lost his way

    And pride corrupted journey
    Upon which all hubris sits,the gods
    Themselves approve this joy
    Soar oh heart up over and above this!

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  • Camping

    by DominicGee @ 2008-07-22 – 17:01:00

    Camping

    On Saturday in Lewisham
    When I was just a little ‘un
    When I couldn’t play outside
    Because of rain or when I’d lied
    I’d get the ladder off my bunk
    I’d get the clothes horse
    And a trunk
    I’d get the sheets off of my bed
    I’d tie a tie around my head
    And using all the furnishings
    Curtains, rugs and railings
    The room I would transform into
    A den or pirate ship or two
    With my sister close in tow
    And my brother who seemed to know
    The best ways to balance the desk
    And always knew what books were best
    For weighing down the cleanish sheets
    And making sure that it was all neat
    So that the longest time could pass
    Before my mother at long last
    Comes all the way up the stairs to check
    And finds my room a complete wreck
    She tells me at once to tidy up
    And as she turns and sips her cup
    I think that that is all,
    But on the way out she sees something
    And then begins to bawl:
    “My clean sheets!” I hear her cry
    Her face is full of fury
    But then my brother steps in
    As sober as a jury.
    He takes the blame and tidies up
    And folds away the sheets
    He grins at me and whispers
    “We’ll do the same next week.”

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  • The Second

    by Donna01 @ 2008-07-20 – 13:36:34

    Without the ‘second’ the roundness of the clock wouldn’t matter.
    There would be no direction, time without comprehension.
    The hour would lose its track, the day would lose its identity,
    And the months and years would remain confused.
    The value of the ‘second’ may sound worthless,
    But without its small presence, bigger things would not exist.

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  • Another Challenge

    by la_spice @ 2008-07-18 – 15:52:14

    This challenge is slightly different as it's being run in conjunction with the "Blogship Lollipop" group. Members of that group are poised to embark upon an adventure to places they've perhaps only ever dreamt about. Before they set sail each member has been asked to write about their ultimate destination:

    FANTASY ISLAND

    I thought perhaps some of you would like to write about this too?

    If possible please include a link to the Blogship Lollipop or better still why not come along for this amazing journey?

    Enjoy! :wave:

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  • Feeling Too Much

    by Prettyintelligentprincess @ 2008-07-17 – 23:35:15

    I feel too much.
    Deep breaths and stillness walking in.
    Empty and yet filled with abrasion and political silence.
    She lies.
    Lies.
    Lies some more.
    Sitting within my shell I dignify my quietness.
    Quietness against the barrage.
    I feel inadequate.
    I feel weak.
    I feel I've let the side down.
    I feel.
    I feel too much.

    Brittling composure and fabricated ruin.
    Fabricated failure.
    Threatening.Threatening.

    No waterproofing today.
    Leaving a dark, black mascara trail.
    The hands are clasped.
    The heart absorbs another jolt of hurt.

    When will it end.
    Glimmering, lightning flash of self harm, self death.
    Images of the knife that won't cut through.
    Mind standing up for the raised blue vein.

    Hauntings are back.

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  • title-4461357

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-17 – 17:42:40

    Jimmy we are moving...

    It seems you and I are moving to the country.
    I see the lanes coming on strong with the scent of flowers
    And the coastline is no longer twisting its head
    To make sea beasts of hours I have thought bad and mad.

    The wind is circling and higher design is kestrel
    Hovering but no longer liking his dinner so he drops
    And while yet suddenly exhausted takes a pipe
    Of peace and nests again in hope and possibility

    So too with the hours again with your soul mate talk
    I relive as bright as my feathered tail
    I no longer swoop for your love and will not take
    I am content to love you more and sea dragons have no power

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  • FIREBIRD

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-16 – 14:06:10

    Firebird

    Firebird singing in the dead of night
    Who shall stop his flame?
    Plumage candescent and oh so bright
    Illumines the world again

    He is born of the sun and the flower
    He eclipses the arid plain of dark
    He is christ eternal in energy powered
    The buddha that fixes all smarts

    So too we that plunge into flower
    To taste the honey of flaming release
    Greet the firebird on his burning wing
    Wherein our centres cleansed,relieved.

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  • A Sensual Start to the Universe?

    by sabwa555 @ 2008-07-16 – 04:29:06

    What is this poem about?

    To me the beginning of the Universe is often referred to as a big bang. We tend to get used to this sort of terminology. Before the bang? Nobody says much - physics seems to collapse somehow and not be relevant.

    so I had to think of a way we could have an Infinite phenomena that wills a finite phenomena, If you get my drift. What is it that is infinite or seems infinite which is non-physical yet can Will into existence Matter?

    Well you have to be powerful to will matter into existence and know probably everything there is to know about everything that might possibly be.

    We refer to God at a point when things become ineffable and are just pure knowledge and the feeling that attaches to it.

    To me the Imagination of God is an Infinite string of Thoughts that have huge Gravity; I am in the process of writing it into a...story. Until then, here is a poem that ignites some sensual rather than just explosive thoughts perhaps?

    The Kiss of life

    Beautiful, innate, spun cubic webs
    Liquefy in the ecstatic vibrate
    and the awe shatters
    Into a trillion sensations that creates raw pain
    Simmering to insane pleasure
    which attracts and grasps with a force that ebbs

    And I feel for the moment, alone,
    Amidst the infinite waves of conflict
    Conjuring forms that stun my sense
    Entering the immense bound
    as humbling birth gives place,
    Gives face, to something ever unknown

    My fragrance fades into the swollen abyss
    Inhaled by Mother of night
    The nothingness from whence we came
    Embracing Lady of light in a sensual erotic strange,
    An energy exchange that resonates and hums
    As their lips meet, touch, kiss.

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  • 1 magi nation

    by sabwa555 @ 2008-07-16 – 03:59:46

    Voodoo is a wonderful word yet has some negative undertones.
    You need Imagination for Voodoo to work?
    You need Imagination to enhance?
    You need Imagination to create?
    You need Imagination to communicate?
    Time is only imagined?
    Gravity is only Imagined?
    Knowledge is all Imagination?
    And Knowledge is what changes us?

    We all have an Imagination?
    so we all have a common ground?

    How we choose to use it is questionable sometimes and beautiful at other times.

    I magi nation

    Would you, could you, voodoo, with me?
    Bond as a vine,
    Persist, in a line,
    ah, ecstasy;
    In the exchange,
    expanding the bound,
    A fearful strange,
    surreal, is found.

    Would I, should I,
    enhance, with you?
    Explore the floor;
    electric core
    Glows, red and blue.
    Fear in the heart,
    expresses in eyes,
    Effervescing part,
    explodes, then dies.

    Would we, should we,
    imagine, new?
    Concept instruct;
    Learn then construct…
    beautiful.
    Future is near,
    revealing a past,
    insane severe is half the cast.

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  • Work In Progress. English Language Welsh Children's Story.

    by JoeBloggs @ 2008-07-15 – 19:41:25

    http://joebloggs.blog.co.uk/2008/07/15/cochyn-bach-y-cwm-chapter-4452595

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  • ABSENCE

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-15 – 16:47:32

    L'ABSENCE

    Nowhere to go and the dustbowl still is scattering
    something of my love for you...

    I rise up like fire and try to hold
    but crumble too when I do not hear from you.

    Letters are the biggest con going...

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  • nothing remarkable

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-15 – 11:51:21

    It is another day here in Glasgow and the sun is wanting a break out. I sit wondering why no thoughts come. Am I awake or sleeping? But dreams burst and sooner or later what is mind becomes manifest. If i have thought what i feared has come on me then conversely I have the power to change into the good. This is the Law of Attraction. It has no favourites. So think only good...and leave behind the negative. Blessings to all

    John

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  • narnia wanted again

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-15 – 10:53:42

    Narnia wanted again

    Soft the hand that seeks his velvet
    But never to hold the unlimited day
    How to hold truth that love lasts forever
    When love seeks to scuttle away?

    For I have loved them all in essence
    My romantic darling had me had
    Love I loved the idea too much hurting
    Lamp posts in the midnight have I trapped

    Not that they stone folk unmoved
    They were blithe and birds sang their way
    Rather I looked for the lamp post to Narnia
    For those who are alas away

    And yet one lit me beyond all coldness
    In heat, in truth, in sense of being drawn
    Will I see his eyes flash the tears of remembrance
    And feel his velvet paws,that glorious morn where

    Oh too yes I am a child again and nothing
    Takes from the path of winter and no Christmas gift
    When I again push back dust in the back of wardrobe
    Oh Christ, oh love,oh Aslan,oh precious uplift!

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  • im a newbie

    by deisegirl @ 2008-07-14 – 20:45:22

    hi all,im very new to the site so just wanted to say hello to everyone.friends tell me im a natural storyteller and one day i should put pen to paper and try writing.i have started a semi-fictional blog so if you have the time pop in to deisegirlblog.blog.co.uk id love to hear any opinions good or bad
    cheers folks x

    p.s i cant find the spell check button on this thing either so if anyone can help with that id be very grateful ;)

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  • untitled fragment

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-14 – 18:29:23

    My head spins,I cannot leave
    But neither comfortably stay
    My cheek is bulging for your touch
    My cheek in ashen grey

    Many times lay I with you
    Pressed soft against your face
    The sun filtered through your beat up blind
    Oh God only knows what place!

    Come again love if you will
    If not then let me die
    Take my cheeks of longing dust
    And place my golden sky!

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  • hi!

    by cryxstals1 @ 2008-07-14 – 18:22:31

    hi! just popped in to say pleased to meet you all and you are welcome to visit my home on the web,"peaceful haven,blog.co.uk". I enjoy writing poetry and short stories both for children and adults but most of my time is taken up writing blogs these days.

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  • sonnet-inexpressible

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-14 – 17:42:59

    Inexpressible...

    Never say with half hushed breath do not love me more
    For quiet beat of heart undone should take of death.
    And yet my counting house is full,replete in store
    No monkey hangs in circus saying, too close, you'll get

    Fingers charred through the hoolahoop of saddened love
    Or chapped whiplash the ringmaster would wish it. You'll get
    Love unabounded through tranquil grace, assistance to live
    In the strong coil of holding believing. Faith all unseen begets
    The quiet culmination of his return after days hence from me
    Love comes again after the tyranny imposed of poetry.

    But why then write of the soul that hangs on me sweet to know
    Perhaps only writing reconnects us to that divine afterglow

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  • FOR SPECIAL GRANDCHILDREN EVERYWHERE

    by spiritbird Pro @ 2008-07-12 – 14:20:55

    Written by a friend and illustrated by me.

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  • untitled love

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-12 – 13:58:20

    Let us go then you and I
    Through the muddy path we have created,
    Through the cyclic uncertainty of who we are
    Let us go

    You understand that all roads clammer
    All loves fail that are not loves
    All whispers hoarsen that tenderness knows not of
    You understand oh my love!

    I shall once again place myself next to you
    And after, feel the ripeness of your cheek against mine
    And two apples in great fruit there
    Lovely again after this shock wave of time

    So we will go to destiny or to hell
    And not disparage not seek the acrid grape
    Better wine comes than the bitter
    Wait,here's my song. Come love,let us go.

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  • rain in glasgow

    by johnmacph6 @ 2008-07-11 – 18:50:20

    Rain in Glasgow

    Why don't you be more gallus?
    the old man said as he turned from his brolley
    and wondered why his bus had decided to
    play truant

    I looked at him and said:
    age is a funny thing,makes you reflective,sweets
    come together.

    so we laughed and exchanged tickets and I knew
    I should trust his smile,
    be more courageous.
    I wonder have I met with a boddhisatva in the rain
    or just collided?

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