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If you were an aroma then you would be freshly cooked bread, with an undertow of vanilla and musk to catch at the breath.
If you were a sensation then you would be a fine, warm wood like teak or oak, with a surface worn smooth with loving touches.
If you were a sight then you would be an Eastern bazaar, all copper and light with a rich delight in every nook and corner.
If you were a sound then you would be a warm forest at dusk, full of the deeply comforting sounds of animals and birds going...

Be Yourself

Here’s to those on WordPress who are strong enough to be themselves – salut!

My Love

“My love is pink because I had an accident with the squirty paint. I do hope that stain on her cardigan comes out.”

Robert C Day.

(inspired by Manuel at https://emotionsoflife2016.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/thoughts-55/)

The Twelve Olympians

Wanna know how to create a whole new, wacky universe? Just follow these easy to follow steps that I just made up off the top of my pretty little head andbefore you know it, you will be the proud owner of something completely different.

The steps:

Find a totally unbogus world to use as your baseline. Here, we will take The Twelve Olympians. Note the subtle change I have made to the description: “The most important goddesses and gods in the Greek geek pantheon.” See what I did there? Yes – I’m...

Do or do not. There is no try.

Some worthy commentators say that failure is an essential part of life and that we should welcome the experience, learn from it and then, after umpteen cycles, finally succeed.

They often cite the case of babies learning to walk and point out that the poor little blighters fall down many times before they eventually learn to toddle away to live in a squat in Manchester with that creepy bloke from number 46.

Yeah, I kind of see where they are coming from, but wouldn’t it be much better if we s...

Trojan Horse

A subversive force that is unwittingly invited in by the target.

I confess to you – I am a fake. I have no more use than a chocolate teapot. The words I write are just made up things that are no moreuseful than a bridge made of feathers. I do not know of one person who has done anything practical with my words, even though I have been writing them, faithfully, for 2 months now. My so called ‘writers tips’ have been pouring out of my mind like sewerage, besmirching the purity of the clean, wh...

Becalmed in thy Heart

I spent long on thee
Watching thy ways
Seeking some sense
In thy shaded paths
Seeking substance
Yet finding only mist.
Then shattered calm
As lightning from high
I saw motive in thy song
And meaning in thy tune.
I know all of thy truth now
But my tongue is a knot
For I have slipped into thee
Becalmed in thy shadows
Content in thy sweet shade
Never more to come forth
From thy deepest heart.

Me Thee We Free

I seek thee
I see thee
I catch thee
Enwrap thee

Thou feel me
Thou peel me
Unwrap me
Engulf me

We merge us
Submerge us
Converge us
Delicious

We see we
I am thee
Thou art me
We are free

(yeah, that’s the nearest you’ll get to erotic poetry from me)

The Ten Commandments

A list of general ethical principles given to humankind by God, which can easily be twisted to apply to anything you like – even writing.

Here’shelpful list of things you can do tosuccessfullynavigate thewriting process:

Worship no gods but God. If you want to create something worthwhile, something that will set the world on fire, then you’ll need to focus. Whilst in the throes of writing your masterpiece try to avoid doing things like falling in l0ve (again), moving to a house in Belgravia,...

Force

Pleasure forced is but disguised pain.