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December 1, 2017

Book Promo – ‘My Vibrating Vertebrae’ by Agnes Mae Graham…

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We all have dreams, loves and hopes; but what if you are a girl growing up in 20th century Northern Ireland before, during and after the ‘Troubles’?

From the poetic thoughts of Agnes Mae Graham, we get a sense of what it was like, ranging from humour, sadness, wistful thinking and sometimes just downright nonsensical, these are the words of one such girl.

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Published on December 01, 2017 08:52

There Once Was A Demon Named Wood

There once was a demon named Wood
Who truly wished to be good.
He went out on the town
His sorrows to drown
And was found, face down, in the mud!


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Published on December 01, 2017 04:34

There Was A Young Priest Named Locke

There was a young priest named Locke
Who did the devil mock.
This caused Satan to howl
In a manner most foul,
Which gave the angels a shock!


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Published on December 01, 2017 04:17

There Was A Young Man Named Guy

There was a young man named Guy
Who said “I shall surely die”.
He played Russian Roulette
With his wife Yvette,
But the gun was pointed at the sky …

There was a young man named Guy
Who said “all flesh must die”.
He played Russian Roulette
With his wife Yvette,
But the bullets where made of pie!


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Published on December 01, 2017 00:31

November 30, 2017

Too Much Reading

Too much reading
My imagination feeding.
It’s a little after 1 am
When
I hear you hoot,
The night’s flute
So cold and so clear
Instilling a dull fear.

Somewhere a TV or radio burbles on,
Then owl and noise are gone.
I drink in the silence
Then sleep sets me free.

But no
It is not so
For I dream
A dream in early December,
Of what
I don’t remember,
For the individual man
And his dreams are soon forgot.


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Published on November 30, 2017 23:44

►Greek Mythology: “Pandora and Helen of Troy” / “Collaboration with Carolee Croft”

An interesting post on the role of women (particularly Helen of Troy and Pandora) as portrayed in Greek Mythology, followed by a story imagining what happens after Pandora opens the box which released evil upon the world.

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►Greek Mythology:  Pandora and Helen of Troy,  Misogynistic Stereotypes ” /
“Collaboration with Carolee Croft”
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Published on November 30, 2017 07:17

►Greek Mythology: “Pandora and Helen of Troy” / “Collaboration with Carolee Croft”

An interesting post on the role of women (particularly Helen of Troy and Pandora) as portrayed in Greek Mythology, followed by a story imagining what happens after Pandora opens the box which released evil upon the world.

La Audacia de Aquiles

►Greek Mythology:  Pandora and Helen of Troy,  Misogynistic Stereotypes ” /
“Collaboration with Carolee Croft”
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Published on November 30, 2017 07:17

►Greek Mythology: “Pandora and Helen of Troy” / “Collaboration with Carolee Croft”

An interesting post on the role of women (particularly Helen of Troy and Pandora) as portrayed in Greek Mythology, followed by a story imagining what happens after Pandora opens the box which released evil upon the world.

La Audacia de Aquiles

►Greek Mythology:  Pandora and Helen of Troy,  Misogynistic Stereotypes ” /
“Collaboration with Carolee Croft”
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Published on November 30, 2017 07:17

There Was A Young Lady Named Clare

There was a young lady named Clare
Who bought a juicy pear.
Some say that she bought two
But that can not be true
For I sold her my final pear


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Published on November 30, 2017 06:18

November 29, 2017

Shoppers

I pass the lights
And think on the delights
Inside
Where shoppers hide
From the cold outside
Where people hurry by
And do not catch another’s eye.

What man will glorify the ethereal
When there is a material
Girl with perfect skin
Who beckons him in
To her store?

Those who are discreet
Do not ask for a receipt.
They know the power
Of the shower
And how scent lingers
On fingers.
But one can not forever hide
From the cold outside


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Published on November 29, 2017 23:13