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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 8 of 594
Father's DayYour silky palm is coldThe callouses vanished with the memoriesYour eyes are friendlyYour smile uncertainYou sit and nod at meAnd wonder where you are but do not like to askFor the people in the television are listeningAnd you would be embarrassedIf they knew that you were lostAnd this is what it comes toThat ther... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When you bury me: 1 of 35
Not dead, but sleeping.I was not dead, but sleepingwhen you went and buried me.Can you not now hear me callingfrom the old town cemetery?My grave is cold and lonely.I wish that I could leave;even for just one day only,to see whether you grieve.For I have a strong suspicion,you were glad to see me go;glad to send me to perditi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a hero: 5 of 34
XerxesXerxes was a Persian kingwho hated Greeks like anything.It wasn't that they were so bad,it's just that they had stuffed his dadat Marathon, (you know the place,it gave its name to that long race).The great king rather liked to winby killing people fat or thinand strewing them all over townand burning lots of buildings d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 73 of 478
Thong Song (Chanson du Thong)I sing you a song,the song of the thongthat jewel of girly apparel:to all those who wear itand then grin and bare itI dedicate this little carol.Some call it a G-string,a "Guys look at me" thingthat girlies hide under their jeansthen find clever waysto make sure it displaysand everyone knows what ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Soldier tales: 20 of 88
Firing PartyI'd never shot anyone before. Surprising really, because it was October 1943 and I'd been in the Army eighteen months, nearly a year in the front line or close to it: Algeria, Tunisia, Sicily and now Italy. I was a signaller at Company headquarters. I had a rifle but never had much call to use it: I'd only ever fi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: President George Bush: 5 of 16
The red-necked Bush of TexasOh the red necked Bush of Texasis the only WASP for me.I know he is quite stupidwith a face like melted Brie;But when I listen to George talkinglike a badly trained monkey,then if he can rule the planetthere must be some hope for me. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Returning to God: 12 of 38
GETHSEMANEI did not ask you to go to the Garden and soI do not see why I should blame myselffor what happened then or later befell you.You were a grown man, kneeling in a trapof your own free making.Sometimes our choices are wise and sometimes not.Outcomes may or may not be what we wish.Sometimes action is followed by unfortu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy: 55 of 168
Very Sorry Mr. LearWhen sun rose pale o'er distant shore,silver waves breaking on lonely strand,all by himself, so sad and so sore,Crimble sat moaning, his head in his hand"Oh, who can I find that will help me?Oh who will relieve my distress?To show me the cause of my misery,To point out the road to redress."Poor Crimble had ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Changing seasons: 20 of 60
Seasonal GoodsRiding the clouds,chill showersgive the shoots to drink,as green tide flowsin old anticipation.Sun glares downon shimmering streets.Cars float on mirage roads.Dogs follow their tonguesto shadowed places.Dying in golden glory,leaves spin downthe fading shaftsto lie in state:to lie in wait.In comfortless cloakof d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dream of flying: 4 of 12
Flying LessonUnaided I could fly, swooping and diving.No Icarus was I for what was there about methat could melt? - no wings necessary;just the will not to be on my feet andno ambition for cloud lands that only freeze.I knew the secret and could tell it, so soonit was a family affair. We had a journey to maketo a place and fo... More..