Writing is my creative way of expressing whats on my mind and in my heart. I am no poet but just someone who likes occasionally to sit and express those feelings.
Great sarsens stand silent, like warriors.
Awaiting battle, awaiting orders.
On the passing of the shortest night,
they become sanctified with the coming of the new light.
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I heard a funny story the other day
about Penguins who nest close to the end of a runway.
Living on a small island that is all rock with no sand,
they are not use to seeing large planes come and land.
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Oh help, my eyes are red and swollen, and I can’t see
for something unpleasant has happened to me.
In the mirror I saw to my surprise
a horrible pair of red staring bulging eyes.
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I dived into the water
only to find myself at the ceiling of great depth.
There was no ground to stop my fall
just a feeling of weightlessness.
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