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Details | Lyric |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse |

Out of shame

As age catches on us 
Would we be found enjoying the swings
No, never out of shame

As age catches on us 
Would we be found playing marbles or flying kites
No, never out of shame

As age catches on us
Would we be foun d jumping in the puddles
No , never out of shame 

As age catches on us 
Would we be found chasing girls or teasing them
No never out of shame

As age catches on us 
Would we be found flirting away
No, never out of shame

As age catches on us
We go to  temples and let life slip by
Yes , all do it there's no shame

As age catches on us 
We would be found talking and praying for our end
Yes , all do it , there's no shame

As age catches on us
We stop going places, meeting people n having fun
Yez , its a done thing n there's no shame.

Copyright © bawa talwar | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Romantic, close
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete |

Never Give Up

Never Give Up

Hang on; The Lord will give you strength in any act of your pursuit
Keep trusting God; He will lead you in every step of the journey
Don’t live by other people’s time tables; live by Gods Time Table.
You may lose paradise, but gain heaven when you rise up and repent
Don’t underestimate your ability to pick yourself up and keep going.
Let go of your disappointments, mistakes and failures
Never give up on your missions and visions.

Never give up praying, The Lord will answer you in His beautiful timing. 
The Lord will prepare you for the great success which will comes unexpectedly.
Your dreams are planted deep within your heart by Life itself.
Don't be discouraged by people who tease you out of your dreams
Overcome any struggle with courage, motivation and hope
Your dreams were given to you for a reason by THE CREATOR.
It is easy to give up in life than to keep trying. Always choose the latter

Try again; you have millions of alternatives
Get rid of that negative and defeated attitude.
Always stayed focused on your goals and hang on the wings of hope and success
Be consistent in your efforts, success is not obtained overnight
Push through every difficulty and negativity to achieve the goals
To achieve the impossible, you must attempt the absurd
Never settle for less than what you imagined possible for yourself.

Be determined to be determined
The victory over our inner self is a daily struggle
Resist every negative criticism and persist to make it happen
Go forward and conquer any mountain on your path
Quitters and waiters have a varied beginning, but a similar ending
Just underneath your breaking point lies your true strength
Don’t stop where you fall; rise up and do it again!”

Your downfall is a preparation for your up-rise
Without adversity and trials we may never know what we are capable of.
Mistakes help to sharpen your next steps.
Focus on the precious moments and gracious future.
Never give up, pursue your passion
Successful people never quit –upgrade your mindset and keep focus
Stay strong, stay positive, and never give up.

Only the weak use "I can't" as an excuse to give up

Copyright © Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rondeau Redouble |

Friendly Freeformmmm

'Baby, you taste like chocolate,
You and me we'd make a great rhyming couplet.
A.K.A a grinding couplet.'
'You can get on top of me like enjambment.'
'I can show you some wild imagery,
Me on you, you on me.'
'Metaphor stands for meet-at-four,
We'll get it on till the break of dawn.'
'Damn, could you BE anymore sexual?' -an example of a rhetorical question you could include...
'S-s-s-s-s-SEX!'- an example of sibilance you could use (and probably will).
'Annotate me honey, and together we can achieve a deeper meaning.'

Copyright © Poetry Aircraft Carrier B | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

These Brick Bound Boxes

these brick bound boxes 
fill this equinox of smart headed people
of these independent achievable people
critical analysts of this 21 century 
ready to be presentable to the unmighty 
smaller population of antisocial teenage children
willing them to be

not to be free, but inside these brick bound boxes
that fill the human intelligence with total
literate irrelevance to who we should be
to who can be 

ultimately like them
filled in these brick bound boxes
with mental instimulance
of a mix of lies, creation and motives
see, I don’t have a problem with any of them

just these brick bound boxes that hold them
hold this unforgettable willing mind 
of someone we chose to leave behind 
in these brick bound boxes

that encompass first the mind and then the soul
but who wants all this control?

society can speak of a whole.
an incredible strong mental image
of how life is to be--
within these brick bound boxes.

My life isn’t based in these brick bound boxes
but it soon will
creating a song of the monotone dead
longing to be passed on from generation to generation
but can't you see

can't you forget that this is not who we ought to be
unless we need to spontaneously combust
in this equinox till it metastasizes
catastro sizes to an everlasting dust
even you must ought to smell the musk.
So tell me, how do thee?
how do thee live with these brick bound boxes
filling up every empty not-yet-set concrete whole
implying of who you are before you could even
have some kind of control over yourself

its swept under the rug.
no biggie, you're just a kiddie
no actual value to this reality 
yet before you can buy alcohol

and I’m someone to sound big
I just don’t want to fill these lonely brick bound boxes
where the death of every living will cease to be a beginning
in this equinox of the everlasting dust,
so do you must, live in these brick bound boxes?

Copyright © Lottie Cats | Year Posted 2014

Details | Concrete |

gall stones

very bad &

Copyright © ur mom | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |


now its cold
its the soup bold
something hot
a boiling pot
soon will be the  bright nights
with summer light at midnight
mabe a cool wind

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Drone Guy

My ears perked up at Bauer
When the radio talked sports.
A player for the Indians,
By all the news reports,

Was set to pitch Game 2
(The Series winding towards the end)
When he had a "pinkie laceration,"
Needing time to mend.

He'll get to start Game 3, they hope,
His hobby left alone,
For Trevor Bauer's injury
Was blamed upon his drone.

When baseball Bauers hit the news,
(I've 2 of them to thank)
I won't claim kinship to the drone guy,
Just to Cousin Hank!*

(not true!)

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |


The secretion of a Lilly is often mistaken for the timbers of a concrete ball. Many a time is the goldfish singing for a curry. Golden gophers gluing glitter. A wolf dancing in a stew of peas is more happy than a porcupine on a rocket powered skateboard.ooooh grammar of framing a drugged frog is as indigestible as spinning around the earth twice after consuming large amounts of beer. Like a tidal wave then. Humming. Humorous isn't it. Turbulent tambourines turning tripe. Intoxication z.

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

A one two three is neither a one to one or a two plus six

Oh great. It is time to build a snowman in a fire place. Just ensure even placement and it is imperative to use the fire guard. Shrink sinking surrounding shaping shifting sailing sip. A shapeless garment on a large frame is jumping over road works now. Wow. A flying flurry of conquering onion and garlic pie with the scent of one star anise. And a bay leaf. Air no charging herd of bank notes to a horizontal horizon for horizontal happens here having horses, hounds and hippopotamus heals in a radius of two point eight circular twilight buds. Now move. Form a queue of nouns and get served by an asterisk shaped female. Whose antics in the pie aisle is packed with generically green grand groups and one smiling pea has now returned from a world cruise. Hahaha tinkling travelling trademarks trampling trampolining tyrannosauruses'. Hahaha collection of forks linking hands with the spoons then go sledging on a six wheeled bike. Ghanaian going out for dinner. Xxxxx multidisciplinary z that was the p Y Q reporting from a swirl of zones on a fifty acre cake. Z. Unilingual z and a diagram of a dish clapping. Z

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

A laundry basket's lament

One day a laundry basket felt rather full. Heavy. Weighted. Lots of mixtures tumbled together. Not placed. Just thrown in. In no order. How could it be that the ironing board had nice neat piles whilst he the dutiful laundry basket had a mish mash assortment of colours and fabrics. Strewn. Some even caught in his lovely sides. He considered them elegant. But sometimes he had been left in a kitchen and a pig had gone past him and oinked at him and left rather a nasty smell. Always a smell. Even when the clothes came from William washing machine they had a strange aroma. Oh dear. Must find a way to get outside and stay outside. The clitter clatter arrival of the pans spoke the time. Dinner. Great. Here they all are. Trudging past me. Overlooked. Kicked out of the way by the younger ones. Filled I sit till that lady puts the clothes in. But William is broke and badly needs draining which will mean a very wet floor. Great. Well at least the clothes can be thrown down to absorb some of William's waste. It must be a paper packet that has stuck in a pipe. Put in a pocket. Or one of those bright bags that goes out with that dog. I like that dog. He does not woof at me or growl. He always is smiling. Now I sleep. It takes ages for them to cook. I assume it will be tommorow that I am upstairs all day. But for tonight I will rest here on this kitchen stool. And I do hope the pig does not snore too loud. Sweet dreams all. Love from the laundry basket. X

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |


Taxes are not talking nor are they taxis. But airports are often very congested. Packed tightly forming queues. Vastly unreported by news. News are neatly arranged newts in a bath licking ice cream. And a single melt of globular sploosh is merely an unwelcome loss. So washing becomes very dextrous in beckoning an eroded surface. Bubbles can form at will from depths of over fifty five feet. Whereupon a steely coloured beast of old will rise to take on even the mightiest of modern weaponry. When travelling in herds step left right left rigidly and always steer to the centre. Cinematic viewpoints of pathways filled with the patterned stardust trails. Break no saucepan in a rage. And cage no plant. It is to be said that at this time the potency of a banana sandwich with jam can run at great athletic speed over a basin drop. So always drag a meal to a ballroom. With chains. It is also wise and often imperative to shield eyes with cups and harness the knives,forks,and spoons. So as to avoid the high fluted champagne glasses who can be very nasty if crossed. Particularly if wearing a nine million pound gown. Sweep no lawn for lawns must be mown with a one centimetre pair of scissors. Many blades. Long time cutting. And dangling off the central high way at midnight is a feat only achieved by a very large circular bat. Pinnacles painting prisons playing political polo parties. And jester moments from the east and west ignite laughter and cheers from birth and south. So far heard by the eleventh moon many miles away. Air current velocity then. In a bowl. Chatting to a ladle about the state the potatoes are arranged in. It us simply not done. Unheard of in fact. To chop and place potatoes next to carrot and cabbage when all must surely know by now that this is unsafe as they simply do not get along together and therefore the soup will taste most sour. Dour diaries digging digital downloaded dreams. And a large portion of porridge in a mist on the horizon. Skipping. Hahahaha face of a thoughtful tissue. Hahaha exclamations exciting existential exotic experiences explicitly. Hahaha rotunda rotating rut. Xxxxx numerology Z that was the latest from the p y q reporting from a morning zoo next to a nice sty. Z cvb jackets Z.

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Feral passing peas

A rabbit and a currant had a race once up a very vertical hill. Upon arrival it was said to be the place of much dignified worship in many a tunnel. But thus was neither planned nor placed. Ironing out the demi pleye in a curtsey of a wide visionary curtain carefully sprinkled with the dust from a fly floor but fly floors are neither flying nor fancying a cup of greasy tea today. A mix up of mayhem in a moving wheel so hold on very tight to a throttle. Wings waiting wingspans willing writing. And a dose of the juice from a pebble is equivalent to a tiny piece of emblematic cereal of wild and strong oats. Oats can operate even in a smoky room. Signal then. Left right. And manuscripts manoeuvre well in a basket of breads, manure, and fingers plus toes of an eel. Hahaha blossoming bacon hahaha burping baboon bringing bananas xxxxx empennage Z z z z z Z z Z z

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Whipping with a ten foot spade

Now lightly sweep the peppercorns in a harbour. No drama. But underground is not a gate nor a post for these are only really ever positioned on hallucinogenic coastal paths where time stands and the pattern ceaseless. Flowing. Great. It is often within hardship that the myth of the writhing cotton bud takes budgets to the ground with a swooping motion. Ejaculations from a sheeted field are never to be confused with a mouse's simple supper of cream crêpe. So skip then. Skip around. Jump up and taste that leaf. Before all is curdled in a gigantic jar of gold. Beast is best at breaststroke and in one solitary splash one can hammer on the web of woven time. Too much about fodder and not enough food. Happen upon a tree? Haha spinning an orbital melon around? Haha power position pointing plays ping pong. Xxxxx insecticidal Z z Z

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |








Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |









Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |



By Amber Talwar 

When we did not get freedom 
with  pain we were numb 
we so much cowed down  we became  dumb 
 leaders  toiled and the results have come
Soon after freedom are memories  turned weak 
 forgot the too meek 
he who  taught us peace 
to put everything at ease 
Non-violence he preached till he did cease 
Doing so we got freedom with ease 
He sweat 
for our freedom was in threat 
Leaders of the past we never met 
Fruits of their labour we now get 
Thank you MEN OF SUBSTANCE of past 
for us you observed a fast 
You told us to forget the cast 
in your mould I hope we were cast 
Victorious we would be fast 

Copyright © bawa talwar | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |










Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Is it a mountainous moo

The keys to a duck monument are timely hidden by an egg basket. Egg baskets can play marvellous games of ball in the high season when the brilliance of the sun passes through the earthenware titles like a mist above an ocean. How rather ravishing it is to witness the race of the sea lions, walruses, jellyfish, and urchins. Cruising in their cars. Around and around. High spinning waves attracting the whale commentators and commentators are neither comical, comedians, clowns, nor are they clapping clams. Ok then. Now who is up for a round of golf with the teapots and cups. They are excellent players when filled. But not spilled. Who could fail to be mesmerised by the yearly subscription to a tannin magazine but magazines are not moving moronic macaroni neither are they are fabulous catch after a day sea fishing or coarse angling. In fact they are akin to a bin or a halo of flipping flapping flies circling a giant heifer pile of excrement. Now that is not a wow to make a jam. Jams are not smiling today as they want to play hula hoops or hopscotch in their jars. Jars jamming jetting jingles justly. And the might of a king prawn leaps over two thousand feet to alight a throne on a plate. At noon. But not at dusk. For at dusk the tins of tuna come waddling out of the cupboard and give a dance lesson to the salad bowls. So that is it really said the work surface. Become basin like in ideological wisdom wit. For without is whipping and whipping is wanton wading wafting writhing waiting wallabies. Hahaha dome of a table arch looking at a placemat. Hahaha inkwell smelling a posh pansy posy. Xxxxxx nautical miles of a pan of liquid turnip. Turning. Xxxxx Cumbernauld chop. Xxxxx anthropological z z z z z

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

A salty spray is a senseless stationary smelling spitting sprite How rather dangerous

Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean many hundreds and many hundreds mean invite to investment of innermost inherited insectivorous institutionalised ignorant ignoramus's ingots'. But glowing of an ear bug is common in a torque typed torture chamber and a chamber is not a champion nor a charred crispy cross crossed conifer. Camels that eat hard cheese are said to be better prophets than penguins on skateboards. Fornicating false frocks falsely fall. And a little black and grey horse was speaking kindly to a tiny ball of fur which turned out to be a mouse name but cat in shape and body. How rather cruel! And derogatory too. Yet the smirking slug like actions secreting slime of a prawn headed monster with many man tentacles' and tentacles are terror and definitely not treacle treading treats. Salivate not a big bit of pie then? Fir pie is a composition of sorts types and kinds and akin to a pulsating ball of confused idiosyncratic ideological wisdom of orders originating from a glass bottom jug which weighs forty two kilos and cost eleven cities, two million towns, twenty thousand small villages, and ten hamlets. These are in a deposit global zone. A whirl of supposed suppository suppers in stupors seen but senseless. It is wise to break a mould then to create a new work for the art show shower. And bathe before baking the perimeter of pie. For pie without radius is a ravishing radish reaching radii. And how polite is a polish then? No ha no x and a big x to it as well. And one should always dangle mirrored glasses while wearing a sun hat and riding a one centimetre bull down the tidal bores. Z refurbishment z at two hens to twenty one ducks at half time. Z

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |










Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Ninety times a fish tail equals a spun yarn

Nine times a fish tail is spun from thin yarn?

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred to 'Tatankinatta' in the elusive world. Exclusively it is the petite pancake that likes a nice clean plate to lie down upon. Until consumption. Consumption carnage creating collapsed chasms. And it is entertaining in a bowl of purée how a large seed of Dill can ski across the diameters and win first place. Entertaining.
In a bad rock seek out a light bulb. Light bulbs can be found but only within the most ambidexterous caves and caverns whose arms can hold many a tree, rock, people, animals and of course ancient secret secretions. Whispered but not weaved. Weaved but not waved. And wavering is a clause only served by an insecure leaf who had jumped from the tree far too early. Oh dear! Not pleasant for that stem is it?
The value is often valued by a huge mark but not a crease. Creases are only ever caused from the might of the paperweight. The pen is largely ignored for it is only ever making a mark. Often careless and signifying nothing. The outline of a printed primary infant is worth far more weight in truth kilogram than a print, a write, and a mass produced carbon fibre which glows and hypnotises. Weightless projection in a sea of alkaloid doctrines.
The symbolic meaning of a single fibre can be assumed to be a dot in the wire of chaotic pronunciations. Flinging arms around the gatherings of French fries can hardly be silent any more and they gather in many numbers in many corners of global communications. And along come the noodles, and the salad dips, and meats. All to sing a nice aria that had been very well rehearsed. A 'la la la is a dah dah dah' and a 'dah dah dah' is a delivered fragrant fingernail which travels back and forth across the waves. Undisturbed. Unidentifiable. Uncorroded. Except for the thousands of mermaids, shells, mermen, jester fish, clown fish, and ten dolphins scribes. 
“Now please all be seated the story will begin soon. Now don't titter or tut like that. Tittering is reserved for tutu wearing bean bags whose jumping is disruptive. Very disruptive. Now show some respect please. Right. You over there. Yes you. Left angle. Stand up. NOW. Are you really that tethered? That chained? That you have become repetitive and therefore undefinable? You are representational of a chain link, moving around and around the sealed cavity. This is no way of life. Why be seated here when you merely dream of release? Tethering yourself indeed. Now sit down and at least look vaguely interested”. This whole speech designed to be of some warning also drew some nervous laughter and chuckling. The bean bag that the standing one had been wearing had been placed upon him in such a way as there was no use to attempt to get out of the adornment. Astonished looks from all at this. They put on tutus and bean bags on a daily basis. Often for hours. Laboriously and monotonously. Patterned and printed. Painted and palpable. Returning over and over in synchronised melancholic swoopings. But they took off the garments that they chose to wear. Perhaps the one singled out would now do the same. For to exist is to existentially display elements but not elementals. A fine play for the wider orchestrated theatre productions then? 
Intercorrelated intercontinental inter-correctional buttons with jam marbles. With intersectionalism arriving from a hired hair cornet display.
How great!
A filter tip often finds it hard to decide what to take in it's suitcase when planning a long journey to a far flung destination. But far flung is neither far fetched and fetch is a game best understood by a dog anyway so never play catch under a viaduct with twenty three cats whilst wearing a round golf ball cap. Such is the aroma from the kitchen that the filter tip chose food to take instead of clothing. Far more useful anyway. Climbing onto the work top the tip found the bowls of curry and rice and the salad dish. Carefully tying then securing them with a piece of string he wound this around the cupboard doors to exact angles and then with precision lowered the produce without spilling a single drop. Now that is clever of me. Now all the other tips on the island will be very happy too with this offering. And with that the tip abseiled to the lino and packed the produce. The plane arrived with no delay nor cancellation then off into the air it was. Woo hoo. 
And all the while it is important to note how a glitter ball can giggle but glitter on a floor scampers around like a hyperactive child on a mission to collect and throw toys. 
Wasteful wobbling weebles wander woefully wanting walls. And a pink striped suit in a stupor is often more entertaining than a bus attempting a jive, a mountain waltzing, or a dot to dot penguin materialising from a page. 
Sing that song then. Go on. 89000 hits of the twits and the blue tits with the collars can warble the high notes so leave them parts alone. Zing. 
Z Brachiosaurus Z – at 58 parachuting worms dressed in nylon aprons to 15 boats in a ballroom doing the tango with the bouquets

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Croquet on the lawn at three pm

1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a pickling gate in a jar of curdled milk. Sour then? Saw a shrimp paste running did we? 
Heavenly scents of a mustard explosion in a pan? With or without whipped cream. And whips are generally misperforming tight ropes ejected out of the tails of horned beasts that circle the arenas in a nice tight exotic air. Then dance. 
Hippocratical hippo having headache heavily whilst a blue jay sang sweet songs to a jar of sand. The jar of sand was very very happy with this and produced a sweaty pleasure to create an ocean in a glass. Tides then went in and out but also went up and down in the air. How rather great that was?
Saving of synchronised stale swept shells was reserved for exclusive restaurants whose towering plates of mussels and oysters reached as far as Pluto and weighed as much as sixty five thousand elephants, ten cargo ships, fifteen jumbo jets, and an ice cream maker. Plus a plastic spoon. But plastic spoons can evade the crush and cramming by mere flotation methods. How rather resourceful then?
It is often entertaining to watch wrestling. But wrestling a ninety foot ostrich in a tunnel is not a wise idea for a teddy bear. Teddies are not that adept at placements. And placements in a warren are the epitomised idea of the rabbit bud buffet. It is radicalised over a bowl of jumping cereal. How rather althetic then?
Saying go go go go go to a plate of fish with tails is not a good idea, especially in wet weather outdoor seating areas. For the fish could actually listen and dive from the plates and swim away. Leaving behind the potatoes to await their fate of fork. How amazing is that really?
Mission fuelled custard jams hopping over the cars. Like a large line of frogs. Hop Hop Hop then. But no scotch quilted framework could ever fly over a gap of over 2 centimetres. 
Rain hail sleet then snow! Amazing fruit trees gathering to watch the shows of sheet lightening but this spectacle is often left reserved for beds and pillows and duvets. But not divans. Divans are neither divinatory nor demonising drapes. 
And a single herring could leap as fast as a dust particle.
For to swim is to sail and to sail is to take the biscuits to dinner in a pair of rotating sun glasses. 
Ha ha the bees are returning from their holidays. Buzzz......
Z Palaeontologists pickling palaeontology Z
X At a single ironed shirt with lots of starch to Twenty seven hourglasses waving from a table passing twelve hooks on a pan. X

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

bring brring telephone calling

'BRRRING BRRRING' said the telephone

“Oh hello” said the wide viewfinder to the telephone. “How are you today?” The telephone fell silent. Very silent. It had no battery with which to call, speak, shout or do anything that much really. Batteries could be bought. But bum batteries break. And so it often is not worth the finances really. A big vibrational shudder from the telephone. It so wished it could enter the era of before. And just have wires. Now the vibrational shudder could only be received by some vertical air currents. Hardly worth the pain and anguish of inserted wires and loops and hoops. And placement in rows upon rows upon rows of bleeping beeping green lights that glowed brightly upon displays. Bring the fashionable ones to the front then. The trends. The taught. The told. Oh how very annihilating then. 
Wires can be eaten and chewed away though. Thought the rabbit. Hopping behind the back of the sofa. Delighting at the view. HA! He thought. Then boinged away. Nowadays though there was no such view. And as an older rabbit he had told all of the bunnies about the fun to be had cutting the humans off from their technology. They all knew that technology would progress but simply would not have the same prowess as eating over 796 carrots over an acre of a farmer's field. Or building a warren. Many rooms. Many chambers. Inner. Internally. And that was a feat wasn't it?
And so spoke the spokes from the trivet. Private though. Wouldn't want all warm pans to know and acknowledge all that was true. And so all was painted over and over again until all was left heavily swamped by so many layers that the true and righteous was left misunderstood and disregarded by the mass layers. Chewing on a chomp then. But a bar in a march is an armed marching display of many many acrid acreages of apple stained woe. And so it was such a day that the hare stood, the pinnacle pentacle prawn chased the sceptre shrimp. And not much fate was to be made out of the array of ingredients left to make a cake. Catalogue that then. Go on. It would be amazing now wouldn't it? 
How to bellow is often instructed in great rows. Lengths. Widths. But not heights. For heights are neither hefty heaping halogen herons having humorous humus and neither are they heaving hippopotami. Ok then. Fold then. Go on fold. Folding is a pleasant past time particularly at the weekend for the serviettes must be kept in nice neat orderly bundles then to be utilised as wiping instruments. Then just thrown away. Away. Simple is not a simpleton it is a shroud of a shark. And that's great isn't it? 
Ten biking buffaloes meat twenty motorcycling bugs and add to the balms but the balm from a palm is neither a tree nor a hand anyway so never ski in a semi corroded pan formed from the lightest sprays of steel stems. 
Laughter is the epitome of a phenomenon but not a psychic, poltergeist, or a polyester photogenic pea. The psychoanalytical potato only weaves once during a high wind. It makes a coat. A layered coat. No lacquer required for a halo hairdo. 
Not a timed idea.
Oh dear!
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And a huge diagonal diamond X at forty seven grown ups giving nineteen turnips a present and a curry at the birthday of vegetables.
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peanut hat on a whirlwind ship shapes sinks, bathrooms and fashionable quantities of antiquities.
Now then
100 % queued on doormats.

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

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Persecuted love

The blues is a cloudy dark,
Tears have come in the eyes.
Listening to leave,
We are your persecuted.

I used to love you yesterday again
why did you change today?
You could not stay without meet me,
Then why do you leave it?

We have been cheated in love
And have forgotten the trust.
Listening to leave, 
We are your persecuted.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017