Category Archives: My Writing

Basic Instincts

 Intuitively Glowing, seductive. Snooping, itch to know more Irresistible dragging’s from within the core Ablaze stare for a foretaste, but yields eye full Having to belie the twitch and scuttle, or drift down to the pill Beyond boundaries boarder less, … Continue reading

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Best Moment Award!

  You made my day!! 🙂 Dear Joycelyn, that was splendid of you to have awarded me, shashimoore the ‘Best Moment award. I am beyond comprehension, how me?  the tiny winny teeny thing ( I am literally 200 lbs) in … Continue reading

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Keys to Humanity

Hello all! I know I have not been blogging for some time now, the Internet was out added to the fact that I took advantage of my two weeks of vacation. So I resume normal activities until the net decides … Continue reading

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Clone of Me!

Clone of Me! Five digits all in a row Bound together by muscle and bone Vascular rich neurons bridge Sheltered underneath suave skin Oh No!! A clone of mine, I see Replicate of Me?  Me? Very well, THEN.

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Alive!

Alive Into the wee hours  keeping  eyes wide open Anticipating the first streak of rays deepen Into flash of colours ranging into red, orange, yellow Raises the golden ball of fire from mellow to brilliant glow The floor crisp with … Continue reading

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why worry

Why Worry There are two things to worry about; Either you are well or you are sick, If you are well then there is nothing to Worry about  If you are sick, then there are two things to worry about … Continue reading

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My Friend

My Friend Half a century and a year short for a decade old Ducks, fowls, cats and a dog, shares her abode My friend, Tessa is not George Orwell, yet she holds

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