Category: Rhyme
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What Was a Blank Canvas
Space. Empty space. Ideas abound. The first line drawn across; the next one, down. Crissing and crossing, sketching away. Filling the space in any old way. Reach for the paintbrush. And then for the paints. Add dabs and strokes; there will be no mistakes. Colours blend and merge and drip. Run down the canvas to…
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One Minute Ramble: Rust
Creaking, flaky, eroded and weathered; Are terms I thought wouldn’t describe me, everAlthough creaking maybe… more likely flaky… Hardly partly somewhat eroded… And slightly weathered, maybe… But not me. Now. Not me, now. I’ve just compared myself to rust And in the same breath didn’t. Just…
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One Minute Ramble: Rusht
The clock’s against me No, the time, The clock, the time, They’re the same When you’re up against them. But the clock Shows the time But isn’t the time Just as time isn’t the clock… Yet to save time Clocks are digital; To waste time Clocks are slow; To emphasize time Clocks are magnificent; And…
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Red Sky at Night
The Mansion. 2AM. Strange lights in the skies again. Glowing embers dissolve away But not the remnants of another day… The Sun – it set hours ago – The Moon’s about, but its light’s low. And the Moonlight’s white, not this eerie red that awoke me as I lay in bed.An eerie silence crept aroundThe…
The Mansionic Perspective 