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Wanderer Sep 2015
There is gold in them hills, he says
Gazing whistfully at her peaks and valleys
So he's going digging
Chipping happily away at each new glittering curve he discovers
She watched on in giggling, sunlight type wonder
Curious if he shall ever be satisfied
For he was of a thirsty nature
One for white lightening
Another for the metallic shine
Of her lace-edged divine
Kelsey Erwin Dec 2012
Whisper whistfully into my ear.
My fingers wrapped in your hair,
and yours around my heart.
Tugging gently,
and opening old wounds that had never really healed
kissing my cuts
filling them with something
that no one can describe
You cut me open
and you sew me together
all at once.
Riq Schwartz Aug 2014
I heard clockwork songs,
sprockets and cogs
lost, stolen tocks
swept through swift hands,
and ticks slipped by
whistfully shy and shallow;
lapping up time in
long tongues and trappings
on and on, anon
singing suddenly daylight!
Laughing larks earnest for tomorrow
while we, heart shot in sorrow,
swallow our pride, hide
face first
while versed well in this chorus
crowing, "See! See!
It is sleep that damns,
these dreams, contagion!"
Step we back,
through stars never sleeping
as we wound tightly with
lunar ties
to the tides of these cardiac shores,
sanguine swells
beneath onyx allure,
dampened air, dew gathered in reverence.
We were immortal
until daylight.
We were wrought with cast shadows
as indomitable as dreams.
Yes we were.
Like dew to fog and
stars to sun
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I'd play cards
On my own
But
I haven't got
The patience
Although
It has been said
That i am
A bit of a card
Which made me
A little snappy
So whistfully
I bridged
That gap
And learned
Not to snap
Or be rummy
After a gin, or two
Not much to brag about
Or crib
Despite my lack of patience
I never got out
Think i'll throw
My cards in

by Jemia
the squawking seaside serenade
that grates like rasps on tender ears
the splattered whitewashed pavement
as a dreaded destiny nears

innocently admiring drifting oceanic views
whistfully and reminiscently gazing into the past
as drifting currents carry away our dreams
until a seagull ***** on you at last!

by Jemia

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