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Ellen Joyce Jun 2013
There's a time in  the morning
when the hidden sun is stirring to rise
as the bottoms of boats sink in first water.
Stillness.
Empty roads and empty pavement.
Cobbles kissed with frost
sparkling diamond dew.
The waves rise and crash
like crowds of cheering children
stampeeding into Narnia or Lilliput.

In the still of morning sands
there are no thoughts
only peaceful fancy
fantasy flights on the back of sea frett
or beneath the murky grey/navy foam-frilled ocean.
This world is mine
every grain of sand
every footprint mine
every inch of fabric green draped;
every exhale turned winter wisp laced
with the magic of endless horizons.
Just an early morning walk in my seaside town.
eileen mcgreevy Dec 2009
I sat one night, and heard a tale named"how to spot a rat",
This poor young girl spoke of how he broke her, just like that!,
As though she were a piece of dirt, a snot on a fingernail,
And unaware so much was she her love would never fail.

He'd start by saying"baby" so he'd not forget her name,
And every night at the same time, her love he would claim,
So, listening to this poor girl, i sat and wondered why,
This man i loved with all my being would always make me cry?,

I'd pine and frett over him, i love him, oh so much,
But he's neglected to tell me of his secret, and i'm crushed,
He has toyed with me, i've been his puppet,now my life is void,
It took a stupid movie for me to see, now im destroyed.

Next time you set out hurting her, and seeking what you're after,
Come see my grave , and wonder, was it really worth the laughter??


(c) E I L E E N  M C  G R E E V Y 2 0 0 9............
Christmas

A time for family
Love
Sharing
And gathering

This year
It was an
Untraditional Christmas.

It was had to work around the one present under the tree for each of us

It was odd and completely opposite
Of a normal persons perspective
On this holiday.

But honestly to me
I knew the struggle my parents were facing
And it didn't bother me

Just the one gift under the tree
Was probably the best thing
I could have.

The thought put into that present
Set me to ease and not frett.
sage eugene zumr Sep 2023
piles creep into violent sleep
as i try to seek the edge
it bleeds costly as Fein I do
proof of the lost cup
drop enough liquid to
sauce up a seismic rouse
peep let loose like a beast
enmity fruit slept deep
into drinks crept sooth

my fangs take shame
dank water by the rain
no pain no gain otter
likely startled bystander
no art ill fly hand free
of the sketch old plan b
hammer check nail bled
red rails frett as i stretch
crawling through depth
wallows of dead instead

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