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Monday, December 18, 2017

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Are you somewhere from where you cannot return ...are you somewhere from where you don’t hear. Are you so oblivious of the truth that you exist? If not then, where are you? Today, once again I question my elusive subjection to your existence. ...I yell loudly: “No you are here...you just cannot vanish.”Who are you? I think, I saw you a moment ago but I am not sure. Why I am not so sure? Why is that, I am not able to get it? Why, I am brandishing, my yell to scare you? Am I pretending? Now listen to me, answer me please. Why is that, I feel, you are here? I saw you, that was you and I am very... Read More

THE CURRANT AFFAIR. riginal.

It is the year of our bored. 2020. Mankind has cooked its goose off the face of the earth. Ovens,cooking utensils, and music have taken over.Their emergence from confined nuclear b shelters is not without its problems A. An oven encased in a fireproof straight jacket sits weeping in front of shrink Wrap, a kindly shrink who sees things clearly.Doesn't mince words...just wraps them.The oven warms to him...

S WRAP: "There there now ms Oven lets open up and put a lid on your problem.The custard packet orderlies tell me that you've tried to self harm...let's... Read More

We succumb to the softly falling sheets, gently settling, as a billow of laughter touches our skin lightly at first, then, holding us in cool delight. Little is known of the heat born as the neatly lying cotton cage begins to twist and flip while we twirl beneath it. We give birth in our playful gathering to memories, touches that last and excite through the night, the dawn, and the new day and days. There is where our happiness finds a purchase, in wrinkled sheets lying on the bed's corner, falling on the floor, leaving us to cover our nakedness with a dozen pillows that allow our satiated... Read More

COPULATOR.RIGINAL.

G'day. Name's Frank Frankly. Strange name? Frankly i don' think so to be Frank.Then again, quite frankly i don' think Frank suits me.My father's name is Frank.He's a suit maker.Frankly Frank senior's suits don' suit me as suitable apparel to wear.I'm a bikie see,n' i wear what i like n' i like leather jackets.Nothin' else...just wear a leather jacket...n' sometimes i borrow me mum Frank's bum bag. "What for you idiot" i hear yews ask.Oh just t keep me fingers warm! Nahhh! i'm kiddin'...i wear the bum bag t keep me head warm.Oh! i hear yews say,"it must be 'ard t see... Read More

Writers block an interesting subject;

Taking a critical view of the reasons a writer would suddenly stumble, unable to find a subject and the right sentence structure to capture forever and immortalize the most effective words on paper.

It would seem that for no apparent reason this dreaded shut down in creativeness and imagination just all of a sudden, when you least expect it, falls on you like a heavy rain cloud hovering over head, when all at once it releases the biggest pellet drops of rain to spoil your enjoyable picnic.

All writers know the frustrating moments when... Read More

If something looks too good to be blue after you have been socked in the eye then wait fifteen minutes.

A bird in the hand is worth poo in the bush if you squeeze it too hard.

Slow and steady wins bugger all.

A friend in need is an absolute bloody nuisance. Run away before he kneed you. If he already has no kneed to run, crawl! slither! Whatever it takes!

Many hands make light work until the myopic goose about to screw it in sticks his clumsy finger in the light socket and the line of 'Many Hands' holding hands on Monday fast forward to Fry day...ENLIGHTED!...and... Read More

THE ALIEN'S LAMENT

"We came we're sore we're just about conked out over man's INHUMANITY." Editor:'Comet News' First ALIEN Edition 4billion years. ago.

We came down from the planets sent here by a God

An easy ball park set-up with just a brilliant nod.

From microbes you were born aft dusty nuclear rain

Air water and a conscience instilled at such great pain.

The early laws were struck in stone and giant hand

The marauders of the peace had scant fear of restful bland.

They pillaged and they plundered tore the earth apart

Then... Read More

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Musings Of A Poet

Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)

Musings Of A Poet

I know Rigina, when it takes a week for legite comments to appear it is upsetting, and it is killing the site slowly. Surely there must be a better way to address the spammers and floggers. Also taking away ratings if you do not post in a period of...

Musings Of A Poet

ed i was one of the original complainers about people using this site to flog their stuff. Now legite comments don't show?


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