
Nostrils snorting steam
red the colour of the beast
fresh blood stains the sand
Nostrils snorting steam
red the colour of the beast
fresh blood stains the sand
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Charles had an appointment with his mother
for protocol sake there could be no other
he said to her Mama I think even you can see
that this year an outcry there would be
if you let these two young people dictate
their appearance with you on affairs of state
so I think for the sake of our family
forget them appearing on the balcony
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Originally posted on Whispers and Echoes: We are so very excited to announce that submissions are now open for our first Guest Editor’s call for submissions. Everything you need to know about the call can be found in this post. Submission Guidelines for “Sorta-Sonnets” ~ Please note our usual submissions guidelines do not apply to…
Submissions now open to “Sorta-Sonnets” from Guest Editor Bartholomew Barker
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She examined her two rows of iris
radiant in their blue and white
then thought perhaps that she could try this
and it gave her much delight,
for the blood red bloom though not so tall
turned out the most colourful of them all
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Bare branches bend low
bowed by the weight of ripe fruit
bountiful Autumn
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Down below these planks of wood
cowers a girl who prays she could
break the bonds that hold her tight,
between each plank a chink of light
she above her head can clearly see
that holds the promise to be free,
though thoughts of death may still be near,
thus gently acting to salve her fear
although no matter how bad this may seem
when she awakes will find ‘‘twas just a dream.”
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Focus on the king
but the queen holds the power
part of life’s great game
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They consider it just another flight
while sirens wail, spotlights pierce the sky,
the aircrew know they will do or die.
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We went down to the woods today and got a big surprise
looking up into the trees we could hardly believe our eyes
for on every branch on every tree
was hanging a piece of crockery
so it seemed we had to assume
that as this is a familiar tune
the teddy bears would be having a picnic.
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Nature can survive
when given a little space
shared Earth and future
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