The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

Definitely cats to a t! Good and funny

Hi Elvira. You said write about what comes into your head so here goes...


As I strode through town one day,

Feeling fairly weary

A lady and a clip-board approached

Saying “Miss, I have a query”.



I looked away, I stepped aside,

She would not take the hint.

Then she followed after me,

When I broke into a sprint.




“A penny for your thoughts” she cried

“A pound for some of your time”.

“A fiver for your mortal soul”.

I said “I must decline”.



I ran off, but she gave chase,

“Wait a moment please”.

I collided with a bus stop then,

Fell down and scraped my knees.



Triumphantly she stood over me

She held back a smirk somehow

She asked “Have you ever been hurt and it wasn’t your fault?”

“Yes” I said “Just now!”

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Baggage, I'm sure I've met that woman! Market researcher in my case though! Brilliant!

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Nydas
http://www.walkerbroad.co.uk
http://www.thesanitycompany.co.uk/

All of you continue to produce great poetry, and interesting chat too, although Tanza has not popped by for a while, where is she? Thanks everyone! It is a delight to pop back and see new stories appearing too, not read any for ages, so I'd better get reading, or I will look like I am neglecting the place.

I am losing track of what I have and haven't posted, here is one I wrote a while ago, can you spot the catholic upbringing? Somewhat lapsed now


Healed


The answer to a prayer
You are.
You may become
The reason,
Soul heart’s ease.
Twin flames
To intertwine
And bind as only God
Can see in time.
To offer up a prayer
Of thanks
I bend the knee,
Head bowed.
I am not worthy,
But only say the word
And we shall be healed

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Nydas
http://www.walkerbroad.co.uk
http://www.thesanitycompany.co.uk/

Hospital Whispers.

The walls are saturated
With memories of the past
Feel the hairs of your neck rise
As the ghosts glide past

Swoop of skirt and
Shadows of face
Are imprinted upon
The bricks of this place

Stories of visions
Of those who have lingered
Are told by the nurses
Who've seen; and believed

That the rooms are empty
Of people who've gone;
But unexplained breezes
Convinced them they're wrong

In darkened rooms that at
Night staff won't go in
In case haunted whispers
Echo and begin.

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http://www.missdemena.co.uk