Category: Rhyme
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Jamie’s Dream
Jamie had a dream A little dream, or so he thought Of a world so full of beauty Yet full of battles fought Jamie’s dream was pleasant With air so crisp and clear Yet pollutants were encroaching And growing ever near Jamie’s dream was full of life, Excitement, fun and vigour Yet a darkness was…
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Roses and Violets
Roses are… Gwyneth thought whilst trying to find the most beautiful thing that she could in her vast collection of cheap artificial flowers and unusual wotnots. Red violets…? Very unusual, she thought, haphazardly, whilst rummaging through the large wooden crate, suddenly realising their colour had actually ran. Argh, blue…! She despaired as her hands and…
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Storm’s Eye
Clouds change shape as the wind howls around Lightning crackles as rain lashes the ground Darks and lights swirl all through the sky Anger is visible within the storm’s eye A clap of thunder A strong gust of wind A sense of freshness Yet fear is within Strong and wild is the storm, as it…
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Grumble! To the cold nights…
Sniffle! My nose runs at the rate of a high speed train. Creak! My back aches when I move… ooh the pain. Groan! As I stretch to get up to even walk… Splutter! As I cough when I really want to talk. Choke! As I swallow my ‘flu pill’ the wrong way ”Gah!”! Is the…
Tom
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The Writer’s Desk
I write At night in dull light And as I kneel I feel Surreal At a desk without a chair With papers, pens and boxes everywhere Typing, tapping, amid the clutter Recording any word I utter Hoping they flow and work well together I hope I cope within the scope Of imaginary faces in distant…
The Mansionic Perspective 