Big ones , little ones ... curly ones too !
Lots of funny animals living in the zoo
Big curly toenails , long arms to the floor
Sliding up and down a rope , skid along the floor
Fast ones , slow ones ... some that hardly move
Some that seem to sleep allday..
And some that really Groove !!

BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM






Through The Trees i will follow,
just lead the way,
and we can see tomorrow,
sorrow,
Tell them pages to turn away,
give me the light,
and ill make you stay,
cause everybody just want somebody to love,
and see that every passing moment was a big mistake,
so everything i said was all to you,
let me show me show you that i love you,
with a song or two,
melody made by me and you,
she said i dont need another,
i'll be your woman,
and i said,were 15 , but lets love like were older,
love me like we're sober,
you were my love drug,
hooked on you like allday,
better than sugar or syrup,
right here ill stay,
kissin your face,
and tell you goodnite,
we can meet any place,
im sure god will say,
you two are alrite,
Tonite,
Through The Trees.

You are not my master
But you are my friend
And just because you love me
My time with you i'll spend
You can call me moggy
Or if you like just .. cat
And i will sit beside you
Or by the fire , on the mat
I can't promise not to make a mess
Or not to bother you
But mostly i just sleep allday
Thats what i like to do
And when it comes to evening time
Thats when i like to play
And when i'm feeling hungry
Meow' to you i'll say
No .. you are not my master
But you are my friend
And as long as you will love me
My time with you i'll spend.

I have been hiding in the swamps
for a dog-gone long week
allday i have been trying to move my feet
through the mud and the blood of mosquitos and alligators
with the eye of a eliminator
and with the hand of a monkey
i was painting a portrait
of myself
without a helping hand

the swamps
fireflys in my oil lamp
the swamps
a big fire was burning at the end
of the swamps

The vines fell from the tree
nearly fell on me
all night i was using up my matches
for no good reason at all
exhausted i was laughing at
silly parrots and spiders jumping in the fire
while the frogs made the score
like an out of tune choir

the swamps
the shadows were tall
the swamps
bigger than the biggest hall
oh the swamps

He wins the nobbly knee contest coz he is so very bony..haha his legs goes right up to his pants, two sticks of skinny polony..and he laughs just like a hyena with no teeth left in his gob..hes abit of a museum piece and isn’t a heartthrob..

But everyone adores Irish Micky Flynn with his Ballymoney Blarney..from County Donegal down to the southwest shores of Killarney..coz all he ever does allday is banter on his jokes, keeping people happy he is the jolliest of folks..and he chats to absolutely everybody, infact he is just a blether..with his thin arms waving high in the air as he forecasts the weather..he talks the hind legs of a donkey and still he doesn’t stop, as he sits with his mug of cocoa in his local coffee shop..

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(but its not really the ending is it?
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)into
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                                             ­  FROzEN
                                                SPIrITS
  ­      of a new Us
and a better
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Do you even care for me?
I used to think of you. Everyday, Allday.
I try not to care but all it does is to fill me up with you.
It's always me. Always.
Do you even dare to look at me?
Have you ever thought about me? Even if it's just a tiny bit.
I wish you knew... Just how much I think of you. How much I love you. Now all it does is make my heart break again and again.

Windy and wet!!
I looked at the forecast and that’s what were gonna get!!
Ah well writing poetry is what it’s gonna be..this shall keep me busy.. it’s no walking for me..

Raindrops are running down my window pane.. I shan’t go outside until it dries up again.. but luckily it’s more inspiration to write.. so with my mug of coffee I will endeavour my delight..

Watching the diagonal pelting persistence..I realise everything needs water in this living existence.. so let it teem down allday.. I don’t care.. coz I am contented with my poetry and I’m not getting wet hair!!!