Tag: literature
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A Seasonal Poem
Sunkissed skin Sunsoaked and slick in slathers of sunscreen. ∼ Cocktails, Cool, crisp and clean quench the thirsts of even the coarsest of coughers. ∼ Days drag on, Daylight dominates from dusk till dawn. Summer is soon upon us all.
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Why Is Poetry So Enchanting?
From ‘Tyger Tyger, burning bright….’ to ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud……’ somehow words have the power to capture the emotion of the poet and freeze it in time. To evoke an emotion in the reader that may last a lifetime. Why is this so? Why doesn’t it happen when we’re reading the bus timetable…
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Creative Constipation: Writing About Writer’s Block
Tell me I’m not the only one who suffers from creative constipation too?! For the whole of day today I’ve been struggling to write a word nevermind a sentence on my blog. Regardless of how hard I try and focus on what I want to write about, my mind keeps wandering off to the most…
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Poem: Disability
Disability It’s all about perspective. To you, I’m Dissed. Disadvantaged. Dismissed, before I even get a chance to. Whether I’m ‘weak’ in the mind, Or ‘weak’ at the knees. Your mind’s made up, Before I even get a chance to plead. You judge me on appearances. Refuse to look beyond my disability.…
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What Does ‘Value’ Mean If You’re In Poverty?
With over 500 million people currently in poverty across the globe, materialism is but an abstract concept. Unimaginable to the people, who, through no choice of their own have found themselves struggling to survive. When put into context it is somewhat fortunate yet ignorant of us who complain about shops not stocking the right…
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Quantity Over Quality
I wouldn’t blame you for thinking I’d somehow dropped off the face of the Earth in the last month or so. Eating copious amounts of junk food while watching documentaries on how paintbrushes and heavy-duty bin bags are made has that effect on you. You just drift away from life’s priorities like a plank of…
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Poem: I Didn’t Believe
They say the aim is to make others believe in you. But if I couldn’t believe in myself, Then there was no way of making either true. For years I would beg, I would plead, To just let out my potential and abilities. To let them free to grow and to weave, Into something…
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Poem: Trust
Trust is like trying to catch a spawning salmon in a freshly flowing river. You catch it! Then all too soon it slips from your tiny grasp. Whether it’s trusting others or trusting yourself. Trust never seems to want to last. Are we blinded by bullsh*t or beauty? All we need is for someone…
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Haiku Time!
How do you feel now? That I am no longer here. Do you feel….freedom? I close my eyes tight. Yet I still can’t erase you. From my dreams at night. Sugar – sickly sticks Sweet sensory sensations May it never end.
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Poem: Brixton
Street stalls stand tall, As the merchants make convo with strangers. Fresh flowers flush the air, Their sweet notes still linger. Food – of all shapes and sizes, A feast for my very eyes. Offering food for thought as to what Else comes from such places of mystery and surprise. The faces are…
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Poem – My Red Mustang
Counting the pennies, I just helped rescue from the jar. It won’t be too long, Till they’re exchanged for a car. A red shiny mustang, With matching interior. With a waxwork shine so dazzling. Making all other dull cars look inferior. Counting the pennies in the jar. I won’t have to count for…
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Poem: A December Day
A December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon. The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky. The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, By…
The Neon Squid 