The earth, ourselves and all we know
of things called atoms is composed
joined up they form molecules
which we learn about in school
but think of them as fast-moving flies
whose movement makes the temperature rise
The earth, ourselves and all we know
of things called atoms is composed
joined up they form molecules
which we learn about in school
but think of them as fast-moving flies
whose movement makes the temperature rise
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The little fairy’s wings were the wrong way round
they couldn’t lift her off the ground
and her daddy didn’t like to see her sadly sitting there
so he made a little engine to lift her in the air
and here we can see a picture of the lass
the engine in her hands and exhaust pipe up her back
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I looked at the word froward as you might, and thought surely this cannot be right, for even though I’m quite good with words, this was one that I had never heard so as I found the word intriguing I looked on Google for its meaning
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O’er hill and dale, from forests green
came fairies , denizens of dreams
for as was the custom in this land
a trial was set to claim the hand
of the fair and beautiful Trixie,
daughter of the King of pixies
From northern lands came Knghts and Lords,
all were armed with lance or sword
warrior magicians, heroes, clerics,
and dark skinned Sheikhs and mystics
their swords and scimitars made of gold
eager to claim this prize foretold
in legends and their country’s fables
discussed at length o’er dining tables
in an enchanted forest this cottage stands
invisible to any mortal man
but if somehow this house be seen
t’would appear nought but a dream
Your majesty, she coyly said,
as with downturned eyes
and sideways glance
she slowly raised her head
to gaze in unashamed awe
and though she wore a wedding dress
while the Prince in his magnificence
gazed upon the beauty that he saw
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On one cold moonlit Saturday night
while resting in the glow of the firelight
when suddenly without warning we all
heard a tap tap tapping on the kitchen wall
mother said to us now how strange is that
could it be a mouse or perhaps a rat
you know what these old places are like
when lots of things seem to go bump in the night
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Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE Here are some suggestions: An answering photo A …
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #278
My humble effort can be found at https://bobfairfield.org/2024/02/14/crimsons-creative-challenge-278-a-sepulchre-in-and-of-wood/
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The bluejacket’s flesh was still willing but by adding water to his rum it made the spirit weak
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