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A rather nervous boy approached Sylvia, the fashion wiz. But he had no knowledge that she was a descriptive queen.... "Hey, I am going to audition, how do I look?" asked the boy.
....Amazing. Isn't it sad that when we reflect upon ourselves we critisise with such a low blow. You are all amazing to me and i'm going to let you all know.
She’s spinning, quietly spinning into The night, and she crawls with Elegance from string to string to Unite them all in subtle sight.
I wonder is our weather Caused by our British frame of mind. And if we were more positive Would we live in warmer climes.
Doomsday, sad day, All the greats have walked away, Their poems shall be missed so much, Their witty comments, treasured, such a sad day, bad day, The rain pours down, Cold and grey, On the rest of...
I'm sorry I'm a little slow off the mark But Mistress. Please don't disembark From the Opuss-mobile, twas such a good ride, Don't leave our sorry selves behind.
The crows' calls are like screams in the morning, Ringing out their ugly warnings, The clouds so dark it's like a new day isn't dawning, No waking up to stretching and yawning.
Writing is my escape Safe haven Where I can be Who I want The real me And write the words I'll never speak Say what I really think And hope to reach Another who feels, thinks, The way I do.
Little but loud in the crowd, Wales stands strong and proud. Daffodils stand on the sun, To remind everyone to just have fun. Listen, listen can you hear, Our valley accent is strong and clear.
Perhaps I've missed something, Where is the mistress of the King. I'm saddened, Truly also a little maddened, I don't see the point, Have we all been smoking a joint. Beautiful words.
The clouds rumble Change. Rain in torrents Pain.
You don't like light. You prefer the dark. That is where. You made your mark. But that isn't. All you do. For I know. You're soppy too. You were there. From the start. When I began. To ply my art.
So iv been getting a lot of stick, For writing things that make others feel thick. So here's a poem that they can relate to, Not that I'm aiming this at any of the opuss crew.
The blueness of the sky. Rains down from above. Filling my whole self. With sweet memories of love. Your spirit is here with me. Forever remaining close. And even when the sun goes in.
My little friend. Let it be together we shall always stay. Harmonising through both the night and day. My little friend. Cherish the comfort we both give and take.
What is that.
Light fades, Stars appear, Evening angels Gather here, Here to bundle your Broken soul off As you succumb to sleep Under linen cloth.
Cloud over a day. Hiding the light. Invoking the rain. Awaiting storms. Reforming the dawn. Inviting the grey. One sideways glance. Erases the day. Retrospective. My heart selective. Self reliance.
Fasten your seatbelt, The sign did say. Their hand's been dealt, You better pray. Explosions went off, Fires ablaze. Now we're aloft, It's the end of our days. Down we come, At breakneck speed.
This ink as dark as night, This paper as light as day. Although these words are dark, Their colour means no decay. The paper on the other hand... Spreads the lies as quick as fire.
Pointless drivel, Angering spittle. Bickering couple, Tiresome struggle. So sick of fighting, And all the inciting. The wrongful accusing, And all the abusing.
Opuss you are charged with a serious crime You are accused of causing insomnia this time When I should be fast asleep in my bed I am rhyme rhyme rhyming in my head No longer can I turn over when I...
Stop it. Those three little. Words. Taking over. My whole. World. Stop it. There leaving me. Breathless. I can't. Move I'm. Restless. I don't want. For you to. Stop. Those three little. Words.
They say a picture paints a thousand words. And sometimes this is true. But a word can paint a thousand pictures. And can mean something to you. A picture has the power to shock.