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Life is full of colours and sounds and its these that help give depth to our emotions.
It can be black or white or sprinkled with the colours of the rainbow. Sounds and smells conjure a myriad of sensations that add to the cooking pot of life.
Poetry is but the canvas begging us to pour out our inner stew.
Music pulls tightly at my soul
follows me out as I stroll...
Blood red is the shadow round your eyes
as you look out on dying skies...
My mother in law is visiting
Tomorrow just at three...
Billy Bromms is a borrower
You know the type I'm sure...
The desert scratches sandy hand
Across my throat it draws a band...
The party's kicked off, with quite a bang
All my old friends, have come out to hang...
Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...
Its a sad puppy who discards a sausage when he has no clue when he will get his next meal
The hottest fire forges the strongest metal
"No cake became magnificent that was only half baked"
by stormingdance (Jessica)
by Ben Pickard
by Dagmar Wilson