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Welcome to "A Derbyshire Dreamer", as the name implies, I am Derbyshire(UK.) born and bred.I started writing quite recently following illness.Although I had always been an avid reader,I had never written anything myself until I came across an internet site

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hope: 11 of 265
CIRCLES And shall we skip,as children should By babbling streams and budding wood And fly with feet which yet so young Span blue-belled carpet with blossom hung And with our childish play salute Natures rebirth, with each new shoot. FOR THIS IS SPRING And shall we stroll,as lovers doOn coral sand, neath skies of blue And love... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pets: 8 of 159
Blackie.He wasn't very handsome,He wasn't very grand.He wasn't very clever,But he was close at hand.He never ever praised me,He never looked on me with awe.He never ever kissed me,His favourite place , the floor.His friendship never faltered,I'd earned it through the years.Through good times and through bad ones,Through laugh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Joy in love: 14 of 103
THE WINDING ROAD. They told me of a highway,A road that I must tread.A winding road of wonderment,No-one knew just where it led My journey started on the road,What visions did I see.Such sights of magical wonderment,Displayed there, just for me.The sparkling jewels of flowers,Bedecked each bank and turn.The music from the bir... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 67 of 478
God's cinema.So there we sat in heaven,The angels, God, and I.The lights went down,The music swelled,And the film began on high.God watched with trepidation,His film portrayed for all.It started with creation,Then came poor mankind's fall.We saw a mighty flood occur,We saw the bobbing ark.Moses leading forth his tribesAnd a F... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Flying: 8 of 44
NIGHT FLIGHTFly this night with the albatrossSoar the heavens and touch the starsWhilst lesser mortals in deepest slumberDream their mundane dreamsSeven miles below.Streak across this blackest nightSpill liquid moonlight from silvered wingWhilst cities and seas slip by, faint seenTwinkling fireflies pinned on darkest velvetSe... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confusion: 49 of 131
Outside Basra.(Day Four Of The War.)I'm CryingBut no one sees the tears.I'm cryingBut no one hears the sobs.I'm pleading for a friendly earBut no one hears my whispered scream.I'm drowning amongst my dearest friendsWho cannot see my panic.I'm scared,I see no bright future.I'm cryingBut I don't know why.Futility underscores al... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Children: 75 of 200
Of Childhood. I walked todayDown paths of melted memory.I strolled again The paths of my childhoodAnd saw again the magic placesWhere the man, once played and learned.A cottage, one of fourStanding in a leafy laneMy old home.How small it looks and how large remembered.The hedgerow, once my hunting groundOf beetles, berries ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Praising words: 19 of 33
RESPECT.Below the vaulted oaken beamsWhose gaze had beheld a thousand yearsOf happiness and griefAnd walls painted by millennia of prayerSat a simple wooden casket.A wreath White flowers around a blood red roseBedecked this simple bierWhilst haunting, ethereal musicEbbed and flowedWithin this ancient ChurchStained colours pla... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Mystery: 82 of 119
A Meeting By Moonlight.I think that it must have been the glow from his fire, like a moth to a flame, I seemed drawn towards it. He sat hunched, silhoueted against the ruddy light, he poked the embers idly with a stick and a million fireflies danced and swirled into the blackness, higher and higher until they faded and left o... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life: 213 of 275
Remember, Remember,....the Fifth of November.The rocket climbed its graceful arc high into the black velvet sky.At its peak, the golden tail disappeared into the myriad of green stars that it spawned. All this, the flight, the eruption and the cascade of incandescent emerald fireflies were reflected in his eyes as he gazed he... More..