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I am not creative.

HARRY KILLBUCK (From ,Notes from the Edge, Copyright.@LaurenStaton) Creativity is energy hard to confine. When this happens and there is no positive outlet, it becomes corrupt. Creativity will manifest itself in other ways. Starting with…

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imagine

Here in my imaginative place, i hear birds bleating good wishes, friends share dishes, smiling of others good fortune. here we believe in ourselves and of others, caring mothers, and fathers at ease. religion or…

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Poem

Spiderfly Poets from under the tree Sitting together all were there, draped in shadows from acacia branches. Africa is where they meet, where the afternoon sun wraps its comforting rays around all who ask their…

On the rocks

There are rocks in my river, dry and pitted, waiting for rain like old grandmothers waiting for the changing of seasons. Wiping their hands on faded aprons after peeling apples, bagging them and putting them…

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Word block

I have never been lost for words, just occasionally I have to do something a little differently. The words that I have had recently ringing in my head, I would not expect anyone:- least of…

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Poem – A poem for travel minds

I laid my head and dreamed of friends, Their laughter echoes in faraway corners, Still and frozen in time, they stay My journey took me far away. It is true, we move in a world…

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Poem – Circle of want

The circle of want has bent on the side, The people cling on and are trying to hide, Their need is a force and now justification, to sway us from reason and clarification. The rules…

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Poem – On the edge

Playing close to the edge with the flames of uncertainty, we can tease resistance pulling it like elastic. When it snaps you can hear the sound of creation, close your eyes for a moment and…