They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Petrol station snacks - You have to get Tangfastics. Pass them to the back.
By James Dorman2 years ago in Poets
Tiny rainbow specks, Sprinkled like fairy dust, On a buttered slice of white bread, The simpliest of snacks, We were once fed,
By Rilee Arey2 years ago in Poets
Today my spumoni tastes a little salty At first it was sweet The creamy chocolate married divinely With the fruity cherry
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 years ago in Poets
Who knew that in this world there is a monkey the size of a finger it’s called The pygmy marmoset, it’s the smallest monkey in the world. They are native to the rainforests of South America, particularly in the Amazon Basin
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
A big bowl of something creamy and gloopy bubbles away on the stove. Dad always makes porridge in the early mornings before school while
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
Grow With the Dough A Metaphor for Life By: DeEtta Miller I’ve never met a metaphor I did not like So here is another
By DeEtta Miller2 years ago in Poets
If I could taste memories, I’d like them all sweet, like favourite penny-candy or home-baked date treats. If I could taste memories, I’d love them so snug,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
A special, sticky treat from the Japanese market where my family shopped every Sunday: mixed, crisp crackers painted
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Poets
Smell and taste intertwined - the strongest senses, memory recalled – can return at any time ~ Tastes from the past burst forth
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
A leaf has fallen, a blossom faded. Of course, I know it is a New Beginning. Never mind. I shall, wise as I may be, sob!
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
Around the corner Autumn brings it chill; The trip to school I’m bundled up in coats. With leaves of red and orange up the hill
