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24 February, 2006 at 2:51 pm #198333
Sorting yer love life eh, good luck with that :lol: :lol: Works doing your head in because its work, if it wasnt meant to do your head in they would have named it fun :wink: i could do with some sunshine and warmth today myself its grim here , hope it perks up later :roll:
12 March, 2006 at 4:54 am #198334@temptress wrote:
Thought id try something different out for one of my poems, although my image has gone a bit dodgepot may need replacing :oops: :shock: was my first go with this thing :lol:
:lol: When I saw the title I was thinkin’…back up..this biatch has stolen my poem :shock: But its different :D and good…..but we both have good taste in Titles :wink: 8)
The Clown Girl
Magical illusion is what I taste
In reality are the things we waste
Things that are happening to my eyes
Dissolving into my minds’ surprise
The sounds and colours bring sweet delight
And the clown girl displays a dazzling sight
I crawl my way out through a cone
And find myself in the deep unknown
A lion it feasts upon a horse
As wisdom follows a pyramids’ course
Into these things that seem so hollow
I blink my eyes and then I follow
A wrinkled lake greets my trust
It whispers to me things I must
An owl it guides me to a tree
Where my childself is what I see
He points me toward the blazing sun
I turn to see that all is none
Now my name is what I hear
The clown girl, and her voice is fear
I walk to her and the sound she made
In the hope that her fear will fade
I hear the wind befriend the sand
As I take hold of her soft smooth hand
She drowns my shirt in a crystal river
Enough to bring my soul to shiver
The world around us spins and shakes
Our lips they meet and my heart it quakes
We fall upon this quicksand earth
And lie back to rejoice our mirth
She plucks a flower from its kin
So like her deep within
Now the lion is off toward his lair
And the owl it flies away up there
My childself turns and waves goodbye
And falls into the bright green sky
My pretty flower has come to rest
Her fear and sickness it has gone
Her place is sleep until the morn
And I just wonder if what I’ve seen
Is proof that life is just a dream.12 March, 2006 at 2:39 pm #198335:lol: so you only had a nosey cos you thought i’d nicked it, well thats charming marty :wink:
I like the one you posted, but not as much as your more quirky pieces, i like reading your weird ones, kanga killers brain seems a strange place to visit 8)
12 March, 2006 at 3:33 pm #198336@temptress wrote:
:lol: so you only had a nosey cos you thought i’d nicked it, well thats charming marty :wink:
I like the one you posted, but not as much as your more quirky pieces, i like reading your weird ones, kanga killers brain seems a strange place to visit 8)
:lol: yes i admit i went searching for it when i saw poshy mentioned the name of it on another thread :P
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