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Unhinged like the minge
Wanting to be caressed not distressed
Images surrounding me , this is not play this is not go.
Pure folly as games go .
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The absence of your voice
Kind words, kinder deeds
The radio can continue playing the lovers tune.
The emotions yawn like a tiny stop gap
You reached me, dolphin kisses we shared, eyes locked in our own embrace, every inch of
your face.
Otters ottering about in the pod sharing a snog. Holding hands in the flat as we cooked the
tea, I know you never kissed another as many times as me, In the supermarket, in the car,
cycling, showering, kisses, kisses, kissing me.
I wait for when I;m lonely and it's just me.
Copyright © Jackie Lines | Year Posted 2010
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Leaves sparkle like golden hair,
cold air touches the nose,
fingers exposed
days backwashed, wood and pine fill the air as another day comes to a close.
Copyright © Jackie Lines | Year Posted 2010
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Oh I love the battle of picking out hair,
The grey ones the brown ones, mistaking the fair.
I thought it was charming that first little one, they have turned into bxxxers from that stray
single one.
Now it's all turning as they bush from my bonce.
A blanket of grey is what I would see, if i wasn't plucking and dyeing day after day!!
Copyright © Jackie Lines | Year Posted 2009
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The cows look happy in the field over there, grazing away without any care.
Do they know of breeding and stock the diligence spent on this little lot!
Fields green with lush vegetation supplementing food stuffs to fill this nation.
expenses and budget ,ticking the boxes so I may claim the EU red tape losses.
Champions I breed as they fill the need validating all the creed.
Certificates I've got and I display the lot, those cows need heritage a change in the plan.
production seems good I don't wish to appear like a thug, how best to get round this little
bare bug.
Set up a meeting over a jug a little few words in his lug. I'm sure he will see the best
intentions in me.
With this plan I am merry as I get on the ferry, I'm sure he agrees in the joining of livestock!
Copyright © Jackie Lines | Year Posted 2010
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When the arguing, shouting, fighting is done
bullets remain, put down the gun.
Nobody is dying Nobody dead. The wounds remain in the head.
Flashbacks occur silent instead, as I lay breathing in your bed. Nobody is dying Nobody dead
I tell myself in my head.
The mind is wonderful a true delight
Suspision lies in wait to give a fright
If caught you stumble and fall to the ground, dark and murky is where suspicion lies.
Suspicion lies in the abuse of trust and forever remains the DEVILS DUST
Copyright © Jackie Lines | Year Posted 2009
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On my little boat, bobbing in the sea. The wind has changed direction and forced me to my
knees.
The boat, it rocked so violently I was shaken to the core.
My heart seemed frozen as I waited for more.
The air became less troubled as it swept over me, kissing a reminder.
I may wander bobbing in the sea.
If I get in trouble who will rescue me.
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Snapped , broken , strewn
Discarded pieces lay.
A pen can be as mighty as a sword in what daggerd words say,
Forgiveness is key for the soul, forget the stupid fool .
Words are bound written down.like vows intended.
Realising they need to be disregarded for my might is what let's me grow bigger than the tree whose branches do flow.
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