Tag: life
member name: B. Bollocks
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January 23, 2008 10:43 PM EST --
sunshine in september
burnished roofs
starlings scatter
at sound of hooves
he arrives home
the old house stands
time spent far
in foreign lands
he halts his horse
suddenly afraid
of the past . . .
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March 22, 2008 01:40 AM EDT --
I placed the proto-pipe onto the decking to my right and the lighter beside it, picked up the glass of water and took a sip before setting it next to the pipe and the lighter. It hit me that they were . . .
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March 09, 2007 11:00 AM EST --
The old grey ape sat at the edge of the jungle while the white-tuft tailed youngster tumbled and gurgled in the trampled plains grass, just outside of the old ape’s reach. Patiently he sat, listening . . .
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January 27, 2008 05:53 PM EST --
He stood there shaking
confounded and quaking
seeing before him
nightmare of his making
appear with a swiftness
that left him listless
he wanted to scream
While they were walking
she did all . . .
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March 28, 2008 01:08 AM EDT --
Slowly awaken
unwilling to open
eyes to a nightmare
no longer there
one eye opens slowly
left glancing then right
the other snaps open
both clear of sight
undimmed by the night
frown . . .
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April 04, 2008 11:09 AM EDT --
He stood stock still
and was amazed
She filled his eyes
and left him dazed
so much unlike
where he was from
the mountain stood
both broad and . . .
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February 20, 2008 04:33 PM EST --
Before I could accept
I had to understand
silence and confusion
always walk hand in hand
I simply could not fathom
why I was cast adrift
thoughtless mistake it was for me
for you it brought . . .
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March 04, 2008 11:21 AM EST --
aches and pains are like badges
mark times and places that matter most
the scars you touch prompt memories
tattoos the mark of living ghost
sometimes you need rememberence
for peace of mind . . .
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January 21, 2007 11:21 PM EST --
The Sergeant-Major strode towards the bonfire that lit the undersides of the eucalypt branches that framed the silhouettes of the standing sentries.
The recruit lay in the long grass, watching the old . . .
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February 16, 2007 07:57 PM EST --
Phantom figures swayed in the silver heat-haze of the distance. Stunted gums bent under the brutal heat of bush sun and infrequent rain.
The shearer placed his swag on the ground by the raised line . . .
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January 13, 2008 06:57 PM EST --
He sat on the train as it rumbled through the underground stretches, tapping away at the keyboard of a computer that rested on his lap.
His broad shoulders were hunched to allow him to fit into the . . .
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November 20, 2006 10:10 AM EST --
I drove to a remote corner of the parking lot outside of Wendy's and turned off the engine.
The cold northerly buffeted my car as I reached over and put the radio on. For some unknown reason it . . .
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January 22, 2007 11:46 AM EST --
The warm breeze kicked up the dust at the busstop. The faded wooden bench was working horizontal impressions into my butt when I saw her cross the railway tracks.
I thought I knew everyone in the village. . . .
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January 31, 2007 11:39 AM EST --
Most sweet of memories
Leaves a tang upon the soul
Tainting all that comes to pass
Pinnacle that leaves all else low
Shrouded in the morning mists
Robbing sun of warming glow
Is there another peak . . .
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January 30, 2008 11:24 AM EST --
The old man sat staring at the pieces of paper strewn on his desk and pinned to the walls in his otherwise impeccably tidy room. He quickly sat up straight, the tendons in his back and shoulders crunching . . .
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April 16, 2006 07:40 PM EDT --
He sits on the bent log, bare feet in the coarse orange sand while water drips from his shorts and runs down in rivulets along his calves.
The gentle breeze cools the droplets on his bare back as he breaks . . .
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March 16, 2006 08:16 PM EST --
"hey you - stop!"
I turned to see a tall man with a beard dressed in slacks, shirt and tie running towards me from the door of the store i'd just left.
I was busted.
He grabbed me by the . . .
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July 26, 2006 08:03 AM EDT --
I was reaching for my bag in the overhead storage when I heard Philip Mitchell mouthing off.
"Tough, slut" - loud enough for his friends to hear it but not Fiona who had just glared at him before . . .
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October 29, 2006 02:26 AM EST --
"Why don't you call?" she asks as they stand facing in the middle of the footpath, lunchtime crowd ebbing around them with many dirty looks pointed his way.
He steps to the side towards . . .
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November 08, 2006 11:11 AM EST --
Gaze upon sunlit mountains
reflections off of glass
I smile and think of newfound peace
and thorns removed from arse
who would have thought writing here
exploring issues vast
would give my mind the . . .
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