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    Sorting yer love life eh, good luck with that :lol: :lol: Works doing your head in because its work, if it wasnt meant to do your head in they would have named it fun :wink: i could do with some sunshine and warmth today myself its grim here , hope it perks up later :roll:

    #198334

    @temptress wrote:

    Thought id try something different out for one of my poems, although my image has gone a bit dodgepot may need replacing :oops: :shock: was my first go with this thing :lol:

    http://img52.imageshack.us/my.php?image=poem0st.swf

    :lol: When I saw the title I was thinkin’…back up..this biatch has stolen my poem :shock: But its different :D and good…..but we both have good taste in Titles :wink: 8)

    The Clown Girl

    Magical illusion is what I taste
    In reality are the things we waste
    Things that are happening to my eyes
    Dissolving into my minds’ surprise
    The sounds and colours bring sweet delight
    And the clown girl displays a dazzling sight
    I crawl my way out through a cone
    And find myself in the deep unknown
    A lion it feasts upon a horse
    As wisdom follows a pyramids’ course
    Into these things that seem so hollow
    I blink my eyes and then I follow
    A wrinkled lake greets my trust
    It whispers to me things I must
    An owl it guides me to a tree
    Where my childself is what I see
    He points me toward the blazing sun
    I turn to see that all is none
    Now my name is what I hear
    The clown girl, and her voice is fear
    I walk to her and the sound she made
    In the hope that her fear will fade
    I hear the wind befriend the sand
    As I take hold of her soft smooth hand
    She drowns my shirt in a crystal river
    Enough to bring my soul to shiver
    The world around us spins and shakes
    Our lips they meet and my heart it quakes
    We fall upon this quicksand earth
    And lie back to rejoice our mirth
    She plucks a flower from its kin
    So like her deep within
    Now the lion is off toward his lair
    And the owl it flies away up there
    My childself turns and waves goodbye
    And falls into the bright green sky
    My pretty flower has come to rest
    Her fear and sickness it has gone
    Her place is sleep until the morn
    And I just wonder if what I’ve seen
    Is proof that life is just a dream.

    #198335

    :lol: so you only had a nosey cos you thought i’d nicked it, well thats charming marty :wink:

    I like the one you posted, but not as much as your more quirky pieces, i like reading your weird ones, kanga killers brain seems a strange place to visit 8)

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    @temptress wrote:

    :lol: so you only had a nosey cos you thought i’d nicked it, well thats charming marty :wink:

    I like the one you posted, but not as much as your more quirky pieces, i like reading your weird ones, kanga killers brain seems a strange place to visit 8)

    :lol: yes i admit i went searching for it when i saw poshy mentioned the name of it on another thread :P

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