Tag: Writing
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Recycling
As darkness draws in And daytime comes to an end A chill fills the air The breeze carries sounds Shadows play tricks on the eyes And the mind needs rest Soon, sleep will beckon Filled with wild and varied dreams The mind recycles
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The Wednesday Wordcloud: Hardly Feast by Dawn
Hardly worthy of a bulletin, This small, grey, and furry warm-blooded creature, But I needed to drink by sunrise Bland and tough – It could have done with some sauce A bit of a grisly and sinister Wordcloud this week… I should have saved this for October!
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Elusive Martians
Driving around a dusty old planet looking for anything unusual, anything really out of the ordinary, takes its toll. Day after day of dry, red clay, and amber skies followed by freezing cold nights adds to the monotony. With large and very still dusty plains, and mountains that offer hardly any protection, yet also comfort…
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Wordle: Free Mind
Deep, heavy thoughts need bringing into check, ‘Lighten up, man’, Says one from the flower power set, Release the darkness, Run and sing free Be the best for yourself and our human family Open a new book of life, Turn to a blank page, Allow unfettered thoughts diminish the rage, Write freely, With a flourish…
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The Wednesday Wordcloud: Naff Hair!
I wrote a rhyme about naff hair, Only fit for deletion, so I did, so there! Full of babble, and waffle and gestural descriptions Of lovesick teenagers, blood-slurping vampires, and pineapple encoded binary encryptions It made no sense, so after all that I decided the rhyme, like the hair, was also quite naff. I wrote…
The Mansionic Perspective 