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flowers of gold beauty petals like swords flashing blades in the golden rains summer breezes and flowing blowing golden rods in sparkling sunlight reframes. stalks of furry-green and ruff leaves along are slender sleeves; sunflowers weaving like flashing goldfishes in graphic English Meadow. The sunny day shines while sundew lies with the morn, bright passionflower of the dawn; Showers our life with rights to devour loveliness sunlit floor. |
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Absolution from a pint The Gold Rush fever So pale and light. To the bar we must Go, Continental guests start to flow. Tynemill trading starts to grow; Rising from the ashes of a phoenix glow. A chime charming thread rings the bell as the Tynemill brewery says farewell. Jolly happy faces behind the bar Middle class customers tipping glorious beers, of contented cheer, celestial wit, so quick and slick insisted pride; The Phoenix burning bright luscious ruby wines, Tulip goblets full of ginger-wine Which sends a thrilling chill to their spine. Ramshackle Pete gloating around the bar. Hurrah a customer! Shouts hallelujah! -to the phoenix bar! By Peter Stephen Dodd, Lauren Flemming and Gavin Keys |
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To my feathering dipping quill pen, long Looping strokes tiny wriggles, ultramarine Swirls, writing dancing along parallel Lines showing off stoop wiggles italic Upward diagonal vertical flourishing Sweeping verb. So within your style Calligraphy copperplate wilds mingling Down, therewith shaft barrel so pointed Rather edged nib views. You never stop dancing you long Slender pen, my dipping ink pen; Creating swinging wonderful flows Singing swift prose lots proses so to My sassy graphite pencil which also Gives great joy and woes So within your colourful slight ruby red Square cut nib, therfore novels, plays, And poems, calligram picture you can Bring; My feathering quil pen wills wheel Writer's themes playwrite's dreams, Emerald green jealous envious poison Poignant arsenic verses, flirting silver Flicks, gold twinkle inks, precious twist Important turns, swelling emotion quill Pens inks never die. Crimson fire blaze Swiggles watery impassive runny inks Sending romantic sonnet verses passionate Lyrical conversations rolling in to embellishment Phrases; (Line breaks are as text was sent in. ...Appparently they're deliberate) |
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