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Spring Sure is not spring here yet Plants struggle to thrive Rain hail snow we get I think the season will never arrive Need sun and some warm Go away winter, ugh another ice storm ! 　 Ice storms go away cold the season will never arrive. We need sun and some warmth spring please 　 Sandals they sit and wait feeling so neglected It’s spring. Why are we not worn? Too Cold
Tags: Poetry Byways Spring
Musicians warm up Conductor at podium The concert begins The soloist sings Horns, violins, trumpets, flute Intermission now Theatre darkens Cymbals clash, drums boom, horns slide Audience applauds SassySue 15 April 2011 written for Barbara ByWays https://myboomerplace.com/groups/view/id_492/ the group is folk art - so I just extended the subject a bit  and sorry about the huge pic - don't know how to reduce it
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In a completely sane world, madness is the only freedom!
J. G. Ballard
Madness act abnormal eccentric direction different behaviour and thoughts creates written for Mad Tea Party https://myboomerplace.com/groups/view/id_496 Copyright SassySue King
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Spring someday. Now we still have snow on ground. The aroma of cold. Mud covered plants are all that can be seen. Birds trill. The sun is bright and the sky blue. The air is cool, the snow is falling. I know the daffodils will soon peep up, the yellow and tulip hues will be a welcome sight for snow sore eyes. Then the petals of blooms will show themselves. Colourful. Anticipate all flowers also one perfect sweet rose bud. written by Sassysue for spirit free sunny sunday
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My mind a tangled web of your soul’s worst nightmare. You will not escape. Into my clutches your blackest despair, squeezed by my tormented wrath. Don’t attempt to flee, or beseech to the Divine. Your fate and death. Mine. SassySue 2011
Tags: Poetry Dark Evil HarmonyPubII
The sand strewn with souls Sitting on the beach of Death The tide rushes in
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Into my sleep you did creep. Into my dreams you danced. I smelled your memories, Playing by the sea, In a land far away. You touched my soul. You felt my dreams. The taste of your yesterdays, old, earthen, dark in my mind. Like whispers in my heart. I held up my neck, smooth and ever so soft. You bit. Crimson droplets on my pillow. Finally !! Breaking free of the mortal soul, leaving behind earthly woes. Freedom! My lover! We shalll walk forever into the good night. SassySue 2011
Tags: Poetry Writing HarmonyPubII
I A stroll in the forest. Leaves in trees, lazily flutter, branches squeak playing hide and seek, creatures scamper. mind’s soothing thoughts nestle, gentle breezes brush skin, twittering of bird calls, shadows play in the sun, nature’s scents tickle, bright hills dappled. II Forest adorned in a cowl. nose twitches; fetid air. Shadows ooze; a cellar’s chill. the sun bows to the moon. The mind grows restless. Claws scurry to shelter. The hoot of the owl; souls whisper. Hairs prickle the skin. Screams of crunching twigs; Leaves howl Flee 　
Tags: Poetry Writing Nature
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Seasons
Posted On 02/02/2011 01:53:40
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Mean, red, heaven’s eye Wind moans, pierces with death grip Trees shine icy, encrusted Pastel blue, smells sweet Hear the kind air, taste the sea Sun warms, buds stretch up to touch
Tags: Poetry Writing Winter
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