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Caitlin's Time - Uncle Sean's Journey

Uncle Sean gets out of Antarctica, a romance blossoms and the girls are excited

The Twin Otter came to a stop, after taxiing at Christchurch International, and all aboard let out an explosive sigh of relief. Sean Regan went forward to speak to the flight crew. “Well done guys and thanks; but let’s not do that again huh?” “You got tha...

Sounds

As I listen to Leonard Cohen singing...

Thunder and lightning sharply strikesLike fireworks show display flashingFollowed by more rumblings aboveThen it becomes as still as the nightClouds like dust surrounding the skyOnly the sounds of an airplane engineAlight the darkness can be heard flyingT...

The ringing of the telephone dragged Olivia from the borderlands of sleep and she answered with a growled "Who is it?" A crackling pause, then: "Libby, is that you?" The voice on the other end of the line was faint, obscured, familiar from a lifetime ago....

Changing Moods

Here I am again... talking to you.

You see how boring my life is? That I constantly seeking and bothering you?Yes, I don't have anyone to talk with, so please bear with me.Don't keep changing your moods for me.One minute you're all sunshine to me then turns to tears that drench me ... no,...

It’s morning after the night before. The heavy smothering fog is giving way to the dew tickling my toes. The crickets and birds meld with the crashes and bangs, with the hustle and bustle of a city eager to get the new work week over with already. God tak...

Born Sleeping

Poem about loss

You were born with your eyes closed What colour they were, I’ll never know Your chest was still, but you felt warm Your face was beautiful, with skin so soft My tears were wet, they ran down my cheeks My sobs were loud, but no-one cared My heart was shatt...

I'll never forgive you! Olivia woke with a start, alone in the ruined living room. Still no Imogen. Perhaps the loss of Eli had been the push she needed to move on to a happier place, though that thought rang hollow. More likely she'd retreated somewhere...

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The Romance Of The Mutes

Love means : You are not finding a suitable person, you be the suitable person made of love.

Galaxy saw a man and a woman who communicated with the sign language at the train station, when she was on the way home one evening. She noticed that the woman asked him for the direction. He said to her that he did not know. Galaxy was the volunteer for...

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Life Is Like A Crystal Ball Of Fortune

All I want to live in real for once, not just to exist!

Life is like a crystal ball of fortune.When it falls into pieces,the people try to grab it.Someone grab it more,someone grab it less,someone grab it none.Dear friend, how much have you grabbed yet? ---------------------------------------------------------...

I face this year with trepidation; fearing my next destination.Ogres and trolls -of this past year- may cross a bridge into the New Year.I worry life is no longer a thrill and I'm nothing more than a shill.A shill destined to play in another man's scam; t...

Give me your hand Lead and I will follow Look into my eyes Show me my tomorrow Let our souls touch Never to separate Love that grows stronger With each passing day    

The grunts and sounds he makes  While getting settled Before he starts to snore Makes me smile  Even laugh out loud  Knowing I love him so When he hears my voice He reaches out to me My words calm him Like they always do I lay and watch him sleep A beauty...

I sat for weeks doing very little. Watching the events replay in my mind again and again. People were very kind but how can you talk about being attacked when you only tried to help and a kid that did it. The events came over and over. The knife.The blood...

Did you see me at Ireland Army Hospital, Having wheelchair races? I saw you. Did you see my deep and burned head wounds, Laying next to the dying? I saw you. Did you see me on the T.W.A. flight, Flying home tired, scared, depressed and alone?  I saw you....