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I aspire!
and that's about as far as I get!

I have been known to hang around on bookcrossing.com and occassionally enjoy a bit of Live Journal (where I have cunningly disguised my self as Sprained-Rabbit)

I am a 48 year old father of 4 but I often feel like

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Shame: 1 of 43

If you never see beyond today's horizon or seek an answer deeply hidden If you only see the seed and not the flower and only ever go where you are bidden. If you cannot reach to touch the sky and never know the wonders found out there and life's journey is planned and set and mapped without the time to stop a while and stare...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A poem in my pocket: 4 of 124

Everywhere I travel I feel the urge to write on notebooks, bills and tickets morning , noon and night I write of things I'm seeing and of thoughts I'm trying to sort of pleasant days of nothing and days of frantic sport I scrunch all my poems together the odes, the verse, the rants so all the world I've seen is in the pocket...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: This love: 5 of 107

This love is simple unannounced a gentle glow a comfortable warmth felt with the heart and soul constantly This love is more in dreams than diamonds in sharing because we are one and all we have everything and nothing is ours This love is not only in words but in the silence between it is ours alone not for show This love is...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 50 of 630

When I'm down, I feel like a half drawn cartoon. I'm here, and it may be fairly obvious who, or what I am although I'm some how incomplete I'm here in outline but I'm not awfully solid I'm empty, lacking colour and background there is no movement, no life. I am unanimated When I am complete I'll have resilience and comic imm...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love & loss: 2 of 22

You still smile in my memories and I often reach out to touch where you once were the frosted glass still shows that you are there but do your eyes still sparkle? Are your lips still smiling although you've drawn the blind to hide the pain? Is there a quiet yes failing to escape because you wrap so well to keep it safe?
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Doubt: 7 of 59

I could be wrong in the way I see or the way I play my part I may be deceived when i seek an end but cannot even start I might be lost on streets I know and walk without a thought Perhaps I'm stranded on this island untouchable, untaught
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Waiting: 24 of 185

far away a light still shines dulled by distance a constant glow guiding lost souls home listen carefully beneath the storm two hearts beat quietly but resolutely marking time waiting just waiting
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pirates: 5 of 37

I am a bold, bad pirate my name is two patch Tim Captain Hook just had one patch so I'm twice as bad as him I'm here to cause a menace with all my pirate stuff my hook, my sword, my wooden leg and a voice that's very gruff With my parrot on my shoulder and my pistol in my hand I'm going to be very bad at sea and twice as bad...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My favorite place: 8 of 58

(Author's note: Thwing is a village in East Yorkshire, UK) I wish I lived in Thwing Just to write it on my letters I'd spend my days baking bread and breeding Irish setters I'd have a big oak table with sturdy farmhouse legs laden down with bacon black pudding, toast and eggs Imagine sitting by the fire and throwing the odd ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In like a lion, out like a lamb: 6 of 40

At winter's end just as spirits wane March arrives and spring begins again with roaring winds and feline power and grace spring, just like a lion, winter will displace and all through the growing season spring tends it's garden well new life, new hope, new growth in every vale and dell but as the days get longer and summer s...