Search for Meaning.

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Images from other pages,
Legs, a tooth a razor blade.
Butterfly and tattooed skin
Scrapbook then, to stick them in.

 But what’s it mean? I hear you cry.
All a mess of shape and size?
The answer dear, is ‘nothing really.
It’s just our Tess being really silly’.

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 Coal: Nature's hazardous waste dump.

Bed

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On Friday he came as a friend,
Brought a bottle, we drank to the end.
From then on, our mission:
Try every position.
I now need a few days to mend!

Thanks Tess for allowing us into your bedroom!
Sorry I am late; was busy checking proofs of The Novel.
Now back with the publisher. Exciting!

Coal: Nature’s Hazardous Waste Dump.

Thorium?

Headline in the Guardian today.

"China working on uranium-free nuclear plants in attempt to combat smog Beijing brings forward deadline for world's first thorium-fuelled facility in attempt to break reliance on fossil fuels."

Scientists have known about Thorium for yonks as a potential nuclear fuel, so why is Thorium not the nuclear fuel of choice? It is much more abundant than Uranium, it does not go into meltdown and cause a Chernobyl or a Fukishima, its waste breaks down in a relatively short time, and is much safer all round. But there is one catch. It does not produce weapons grade by-products like plutonium, so no bombs. Can't have that!

Coal: Nature's Hazardous Waste Dump.

A price on His head.

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Some thought the expenditure rash,
On perfume, so patently flash,
That Judas aghast,
Said "Hey! Not so fast.
Just sell it and give me the cash!"

Take a look at Magpie Tales for lots of brilliant poems and stories.

Coal: Nature's Hazardous Waste Dump.

Across the Threshold.

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I married you, I must confess
Because of your fastidiousness.
You gave no clue
The real you
Would live in such an effing mess!

 Thanks Tess for the peep into your Travel Tales scrapbook. Did the dishwasher work? :-)

Surprise surprise!

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Terrified by what’s in place
Behind the sleeper’s hair and face;
Where mandolin
Should lie therein,
A sub machine gun in its case!

 Thanks Tess at Magpie Tales for your amazing prompts.

Protest.

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He could have stayed silent,
Our poet of outrage.
Safe, secluded in his room,
Of books.

His words, his thoughts, his anger
Escaped to lesser minds,
Outside, where convenient
Stones lay.

Written for Magpie Tales. Sorry, I could find nothing funny in this sad indictment of violence.

Visible Means of Support.

Said Bob Sullivan in court,
 ‘Your Honour is mistaken.
Penniless I may appear,
And food, have not partaken.

 To wealthy folk, like you Milord,
 It may seem I have nothing.
But I can show you, beyond doubt;
I have a penny-farthing.

Please visit Magpie Tales for poetic and storytelling treats.

Off today for my last cruise in Heavy Metal... sold and being delivered.. Boo Hoo!

My mother said:

“Man is an explorer
Who looks for places hidden;
And likes it even better still
If it’s somewhat forbidden.

 So when it’s time to go to bed,
And loving art, finessing;
It’s best you keep a little on,
To always keep him guessing.

Now, think of what to hide away
That keeps him hot and bothered,
By all means show the rest of you,
But keep the mystery covered.”

 Joe Cocker got it right! Thanks Tess at Magpie Tales for your photo…er prompt.

Tones Apart.

G and A in treble,
G and A in bass!
Tootsies very pretty,
(Like to see her face).

Sandals on piano stool,
Bottom on the lid,
Heels upon the music shelf
Rest of her is hid!

I wonder why, and then I know
The rest is really plain.
Because, if it was beautiful.
She’d have it in the frame!

Thanks Tess for a lovely photo to play with... is it you? :-)