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the grayness has a way
of coming from the sky
and seeping into the earth
the dark clouds which never produce rain
casting a shadow over the world
the city streets and buildings are overwhelming
the buildings reach up like fingers from the ground
trying to touch the face of God
it was gray today
but it won't be tomorrow
 Mar 2013 Alexandra
st64
Don't grow so fast, little one
You've so much to see and do
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.

Run and play and s-i-ing with joy
Don't join the queue of  Life too soon
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.


CHORUS
Bedtime songs will end on a day
When you no longer feel the need
But hugs and tugs will always be there
These are the precious moments in-between.

So sail your ships and build your dreams
Paint your pirate face and ri-i-ide your horse
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.


Refrain
Your steps will take where you wanna be
And then, you'll be grown
And all your pictures drawn on the walls are the best treasures
And all your words so very funny
Are safely tucked away......in my heart.




Star Toucher, 14 March 2013
A touch of nostalgia for the beauty of innocence in the eyes of my youngest child, who as a 5-year-old then, used to enjoy organic playtime . . . .
Written in 2007.

Everything must pass.
 Mar 2013 Alexandra
st64
You can still play chess
On a cracked chessboard.
Right?


Star Toucher, 25 March 2013
Right??
You bet your bottom-dollar..right!!
Fancy some Shakes-an-Bladders, then? Hehe
Game on, if you care...or dare.....lol

'Tis but Life's tig having us on...in a twist!
Then again, rather tig...than tiff, hey :)
 Mar 2013 Alexandra
April Watson
Every time I pass you by
Sparks fly or at least they do in my eyes
I thought one conversation would ignite
What would be a new chapter of my life
I wanted to exchange stories and fears
Maybe even buried thoughts and tears

But I was wrong
I've allowed myself to hope for too long
I wanted to share words and phrases
But all we've shared are a couple of soundless gazes

Instead of hopes and years
Journeys and cares
You gave me your silent eyes and simple smile
When I wanted the sky and a single soul to stay by me for awhile
When I needed someone, anyone to give me try
Instead you gave me a head full of day dreams and comforting lies
Fueling a heart filled with constant denies
Soothing a stomach bursting with fluttering butterflies

It maybe silly to dwell on what hasn't happened
But the worst part is the lost chance of what could have been
I crave the chance to say hello a million times
I want to earn the chance to say only one goodbye
 Mar 2013 Alexandra
Terry O'Leary
1.
There once was a couple of cats
Who engaged in continuous spats.
          The result was a tie
          When each scratched out an eye –
An old-Biblical *** for a tat!

The cats awoke bleeding and weak
And half-seeing the havoc they'd wreaked
          They discarded their clothes,
          Their backsides to expose –
A new-Biblical turning of cheek!

2.
There once was a man, oh so brave,
Who would sleep in a hole, called a grave ...
          Well, he being the host
          To so many a ghost,
He arranged a big bash, called a rave

3.
In days of Neanderthal knaves
When the men ruled like kings in their caves
          And not being too keen
          About keeping them clean ...
Often took on some wives, called them slaves

4.
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
          Well, maintaining a grin
          While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave

5.
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
          Well, the barber was such
          That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave

6.
There once was a man in the nave,
Although pious he could not behave ...
          But they paid him no mind,
          ’Cause his name was maligned,
Being simply a sinner to save

7.
There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved ...
          Well, continuous sin
          Ended doing him in –
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’

8.
Antoine is a Vampire Ghoul,
Quite barbaric, bloodthirsty and cruel,
          With a fang in your throat
          He’ll **** slowly and gloat
With a smile as you whimper and mewl.

9.
There once was a raven haired Shrink
Who had orange Juice Tequilas to drink.
          Well her scarlet souled Beau
          ****** her tinted red Toe
And she paled when he tickled her Pink.

10.
There once was a travelling sage
Who yet lived to a very old age.
          Well, becoming quite senile,
          With problems (yes, ******),
He packed his wee trunk in a rage.

11.
There once was a Nun and a Druid
Exchanging some ****** fluid,
          When along strode the Father
          Who heard all the bother,
Lost stickum while coming  unglu..ed.
 Mar 2013 Alexandra
Ann Beaver
She walked home
in the rain and snow.
Indecisive sky she used to know
now etched with buildings
burning slowly at their core.
Termites wanting more.
I lost my power cord.
There is a bug in the system
because she's always bored
always running
up hill
on the treadmill.
Can't catch a break
or a breath.

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