Best Pencilled Poems

Heart beats in rhythm to snowflakes 
Cascading in tune to my reality

Like a train travelling through time with no track 
Overwelmed by it's vivid fertile surroundings

Colours pencilled in my mind
As a reminder of life and it's many shades

Guided by the brightly lit angels from above
Resolve...

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  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
  encasing stars in honeydews of  h e a l i n g, 
     as ...

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Try leave behind "Book Of The Week"
And head upstairs where floorboards creak.

Where people tilt their heads to look
At every spine on every book.

Where murderers and secret lovers
Plot and scheme between the covers.

Where transport from another age
Transports you to another page.

Where old detective books reside
Each with...

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" Tortured metaphors
                           spilling from tequila lips,
            ...

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They thought he was a harmless fool.
His hair dyed black
And eyebrows pencilled in,
The silver outfits -
Shoulders huge -
And platform shoes.

His lyrics less than lyrical,
Chanted, shouted
At his concerts;
His hits always played at parties.

A has-bean humoured,
Perhaps patronised,
His antics tolerated.

But Gary Glitter had a dark secret…


Jack Horne for...

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Oh sail this ship on holy water
Let storms be gone today
For the voice of life seeks a tender heart
Away from these fields of despair
A soldier needs God to recognise me

This letter of life, this beacon of hope
Pray land on mother’s doorstep
And give my family the...

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     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

                 first comes the time  too fretful on your hands
next the boredom...

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They were in her mind,
She pencilled them in her heart,
They came forth from her,
Asimov’s children, 
She bore them,
One after other came forth,
Generation after generation,
They were transformed,
There was a transition,
 Artificial intelligence hit the
 the crescendo of the technology world,
It has held bound in the corners...

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To walk in dreams
upon this vale of illusion.
Each footstep of your being
crossing the labyrinth 
of a shy but guilty soul.

Sleep can be your witness
As Galaxies collide creating life
for we all belong to infinity.
That place beyond our imagination
where the darkness hides
a beauty not meant for human...

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[R-F] = Roundling facsimile
[H-Z] = Human: Zenaide
[G-G] = Gaia-Google - Earth's world-wide internet mind


Dr. Zenaide Arnau, team leader of L 4 investigation
U.N. assignment to Space Station 1
supported by logicians, technicians, physicists and geneticists
unsure why assignment is Earthside
G-G knows why; maintain 'Human' ignorance of its awakening
needs...

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To hell harbinger, niggling winsome words,
has grasped the devil's share, for menhir size
Has pencilled in his own and crossing swords-
It errant's change which seeks the high rewards.

As such they'd yammer the athiest priest
Prepare to skewer faith that's what we've done
With raffish grin, the template from...

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This was inspired by an amazing drawing by Suzie

I thought I had drawn a pattern
From the image in my mind
But with no shape or form 
Or reason I could find

But then it started moving
With a breath that was its own
And before I had blinked once...

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Standing up the easel and putting on a scrap piece of paper,
the person with grey eyes and olive skin blinked
aimlessly at the new found lay out of the untouched page.
A smile was not apparent on the cracked lips of the mouth.

Above, the stars did their...

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Tan leather boots with fancy stitching
Butterscotch vest with pencilled fringe
Polished black Stetson size eight and three quarters
Faded denim shirt with copper snaps
Silver oversized belt buckle that shouts rodeo
Deep gravelly voice with cigar precision
A pronounced limp unnoticed for years
Shoulder soreness no longer felt
Calloused hands scruffy with...

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At this dawn of "bon voyage", 
after million escapades of 
blindfolded fate, I'm trespassing
through the pirouetting pigments 
of fading frolics and 
windsurfing towards rose-oiled 
beams of glossy sun as its 
gossamer grandiose has 
finally enveloped my soul in 
sheath of marigold musings 
and sceneries of...

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