Tag: Verse
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Three
We have been three for so many years so any smaller number scares me as it defines a looming emptiness I know it is right that you go to begin a life out there oh, but how large is the hole you leave behind ©C Woolley 8/4/2014
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“Granny” knickers
I’m wearing “Granny” knickers, (I know it’s sad), – but true but listen to my story then tell me what you’d do I used to have some fine ones pretty colours, soft and lacy bikini, thong and hipsters that hugged you in “those” places I used to love my knickers so pretty in the drawer…
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Coffee
I’m not what you’d call a coffee snob with a percolator on the stove I don’t savour the aroma of brewed beans beneath my nose there’s no gleaming stainless steel machine just waiting to be used for espresso, cappuccino, or those funny ones called pods I possess no little doodad to froth or steam it…
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Ping Pong Balls in Vacuum
The ping pong balls are rattling in the vacuum of my head my little thoughts aren’t buzzing the electricity is dead. I stuck my finger in the socket hoping to find the spark but all i got was frizzy hair and pictures in the dark. I cranked up the generator and it started with a…
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Another little ramble in verse
Ritual deep in the dark they are gathered around the flickering light for now is the time of watching in the depths of the quiet night slowly the shapes they gathered and across their faces they flew now the ears they were listening to the song of the old, and the new quietly I stalk…
Ceenoa 