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Around the Corner

I'm so tired.

New budding flowers are poking through the earth Cottonwoods are irritating my allergies The sky is a brilliant, bright blue Fluffy white clouds Warm sunlight on a glistening river Summer just around the corner. An awards show and pictures and proud smiles and excitement - Summer break just around the corner. Laughter turned to terror As the gunman came around the corner.

When the Cicada Sings

Love brings forth life.

July’s midsummer heat stuck. It stuck to the blades of grass. It stuck to Sumire’s beige romper. It stuck to everything and anything like a sweltering bog. Sweat drenched her underarms as she set up her easel and foldable chair. Even at her elevated vantage point, the muggy draft painted her body with its salty sheen.Wiping her brow, she gazed over the stacked rows of terraced rice paddies below, bristling with the vibran...

Arbour Games [S2] – A Fuel Story

As the fandom enjoy the return of PPV, we take a glimpse into the private life of the Club President

27th of September – Season 2 When Angela Moodley matriculated, she never dreamed in a million years that she would be involved in something like this. After all, back then she'd simply been Angela Mabaso: the typical "it" girl who was far more interested in dating the hottest boy than knowing anything about sports, let alone motorsport. Now here she was, not only married to Terrance 'Moodswing' Moodley – the founder of Fo...

Housing Shortage

Hunting for a new apartment is a hassle for everyone

One couple arrived at the residence. They hoped to find a perfect place to raise a family. It wasn't to be. Another couple had been quicker. They were there earlier and, so, they got first pick on available housing. The lucky couple's kind was abundant in this country. They'd been brought here for a purpose. They'd fulfilled their purpose. They just wanted to live happily. As did the couple watching them consider this new...

Halloween Hi-jinks and other ramblings.

A few thoughts on Halloween in New Zealand.

Halloween isn't widely celebrated in New Zealand. It's more of an American thing, but I have noticed that now it is slowly starting to catch on over here. The local Plaza now stock Halloween costumes, and not just for children, as I have seen in previous years, adult costumes are now on sale. Anything from the classic sexy French maid and sexy nurse, witches, wizards and Disney Princesses and other characters to the very...

It was a day just like today, I remember,  The beginning of spring, a day of fresh beauty.  Vanished were the harsh and bitter winds of winter.  The landscape dull and heavy under a sullen sky,  And the very earth hard like iron, cold and dead.  But that was all forgotten now, just like a dream  From which we had awakened into a new world,  Redolent with hope and promise, lifting our hearts,  And filling us with untold jo...

The Sound Of Winter

There is an escape from winter, from the cold loneliness

The coldness stretches out, touching all cornersBare trees, bare everythingThe air is crisp and chilly, seeping in through the gapsYou disappear in the silenceWinter’s arms outstretched around you, trying to drag you inThe bleakness gripping you with icy fingertipsThe days are short and the nights are longThe sky is dark. BlackEndlessAchingLonely days and lonely nightsEverything is gray and desolateAloneBut then you remem...

Welshdreamer42

It's A Dog's Life

A few thoughts over coffee

It's sunny this morning. No, really, it is. It's one of those rare spring days where the sun is managing to melt away the candy-floss haze, leaving behind glorious clear, blue skies. Coffee in hand, I'm in my garden, plopped on a bench. It's bright enough to require sunglasses and there's heat on my face. What a change from the usual chilly, British grey.The birds certainly like it. They’ve all gone loopy with squawks and...

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A warm spring night under the skyscrapers I stand under a blossoming tree Each flower burning and sparkling in orange light As a street lamp burns From within its tangled branches. The beautiful sight takes me back to Nashville last spring, And you - shimmering under a blossom tree too. You, me, and a friend, How I wished then that you could be mine, The music of your spirit still ringing in my ears, The music of your pre...

Starting Anew

This was written for "The Year Of The Poet March 2016" on Inner Child Press...

Flowers bloom, the Winter thaw, Outside the songbirds sing. With the arrival of the bluebirds, I know that it is Spring. But listening to the bird’s songs, And watching the flowers bloom. I can’t but help myself, For feeling a certain gloom. For I find myself a bit jealous, As the flowers start anew, So often I wish I could do the same, If I just knew what to do. 02-22-16.

The slow moving wind sweeps the silent valley Fresh cut grass clippings dance by. Vivid blue sky With just a few wispy clouds Off in the distance. The close line is set up Fresh washed sheets wave hello A tub with chilling water sits close A splash and slosh Drops of water everywhere! Behind a sheet She dries her clean body off Smelling of a sweet spring day

I hate summer, Because of the Hot weather. But I love it so, For the outdoor fun. The hiking, The swimming, And especially, The camping. I love the tank tops, Shorts and sandals. The sun dresses That makes me feel So pretty. I love the big sun hats, And oversized sunglasses. How cold, hand squeezed Lemonade tastes Like sweet heaven Under the hot, Scorching sun.I love autumn. How the leaves change Colors, How they float Sl...

Spring Desert

Spring in a desert can be more beautiful than one might believe...

Everything is dead or dying, My brother tells me. There isnothing alive and green.I run to the window and show hima beauty like none elsewhere but here.Look, I tell him pointing, the bushes areboldly green. Wild do they grow,and so carefree. Can't you see, brother?Even the desert can be green.Green it may be, he says, but alive it is not.See how the center is brown and gone?That is not alive. That is gone. A lizard races...

Watching the rain spattering on the panes Hearing the thunder in the distance It is the sound of hope At last. Soon the crocuses and the daffodilsWill burst through the fecund soil And the gardens will bloomOnce more. Sitting in the theater while they dance We see the young ones riseUp into their futuresOn point. It is the time for living and loving againThe time for singing out loudAs the songbirds build nestsIn trees. Y...

It's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter

Prologue: 5:30 this morning as I stood in the dark, I could see Venus, as she was following the last quarter of the moon across a crystal sky. The darkness of night being quickly consumed by a new rising sun, bringing promise of a clear sunny day. An old Beatles song began playing in my mind. "Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right." I couldn't help daydreaming about Spring and wrote down what I w...