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	<title>Scribblepool Blog &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>on the shore of the  river</title>
		<link>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/10/on-the-shore-of-the-river/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 15:44:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robbe Law</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[on the shore of the  river
and the cool, clear, waters
tumbled down
cascading in hues
of blues and greens.
visions of yesters colliding
with stalwart rocks of truth.
burrowing ceaselessly, gently
at the loam of life.
mighty forces are gathered,
pitched and tossed,
whirling dervish like.
winds howling, spray dancing
across virgin land.
quenching the earth,
flora and fauna blossoming
amidst the skirmish.
on and on relentless in their quest,
they push [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8216;Mountain&#8217;</title>
		<link>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/06/mountain/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 23:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>edhat1</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Climbing through my soul, wished for you today to be
Near my heart, but you were not there for you to save me.
Steeped aside a ridge, I felt your breath return in my ears
To prove myself worthy a love on terra firma and it&#8217;s tears.

Snow has whitened the fall of soot I saw in your eyes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sea of Life</title>
		<link>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/sea-of-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 15:42:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robbe Law</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sea of Life
In the shining light of ecstasy with your soul laid bare to see
You&#8217;ll raise your hands to touch the sun
And know there will be me
Tossed, Tussled, Squeezed and Teased, she catches the fiery spume
Of kiss and bite and touch and tell
Of jiving with the moon
Ride Roll Slap Stroll beneath the waves of cotton [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I need your words tonight</title>
		<link>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/i-need-your-words-tonight/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 23:22:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robbe Law</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I need your words tonight
standing in the shadow
of lifes past nuances
and ambiguities
I stare into a
mayhem of meanderings
like the gulf stream
spreading condescension
on a an acquiescent earth
I, a mere bit player
on the sidelines of a soap
and I see the tone
of your being
feel the touch
of your tantalising fingers
as your warmth engulfs me
enhances my mind
and takes me
to my craved [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Gift</title>
		<link>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/the-gift/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 16:11:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robbe Law</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Gift
Something came rumbling down the chimney
There was a hell of a din from the flue
The night was already on fire
We just didn&#8217;t know what to do.
The soot went all over the carpet
There was an awful mess on the wall
As everyone gathered and gazed
We all stood aghast at the fall.
The reindeer came down first
Followed by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poet&#8217;s Brain</title>
		<link>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/poets-brain/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/poets-brain/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 13:18:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robbe Law</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[insane]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[powers]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Poet&#8217;s Brain
contradictory and totally insane
visions of devils and shattering pain
sensibilities and feelings of love
illlusionary ramblings, sweet turtle dove.
you never quite know just what they mean
as they shower their love and vent their spleen.
their mind is a sewer and a glade of flowers
as they  give birth to a nation with their awesome powers.
they are driven by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lost</title>
		<link>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/lost/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/lost/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 06:12:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dawn</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes all I want to do is write, to let my pain hit paper.
Sometimes all I want to do is cry, and let my tears flood over.

There&#8217;s so much hurt and fear inside, jut once I wish I could live, as I have tried.

No more pain,
No more fear, and no more lonely words.

My eyes fill [...]]]></description>
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		<title>here again</title>
		<link>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/here-again/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/here-again/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 20:18:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robbe Law</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[here again
the wrong end of the day
the world suddenly slides
into an over-night bag
soundproofed against
the perils of darkness
seeking the soothing
rejuvenation of sleep
and the faint edge
of night life
glimmers
creeping in
and over
and up
seizing and warping the very bones
of comforts laid in store
from
attachments
and
dalliances
premature hopes
and
untimely liaisons
smashing dreams into a thousand pieces
of
will she
won’t she
can I
can’t I
jigsawing the realities
into a socially acceptable peace

This [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Starting at the End&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/starting-at-the-end/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.scribblepool.co.uk/2009/05/starting-at-the-end/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 21:48:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>saz</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anna]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[frenzy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[humour]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[script]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[As a farewell to the month of April and the horror it contained (!) here&#8217;s the tribute to our beloved ML&#8230;.
For Anna, with apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan&#8230;
Now once upon a time there was a nano group who met near here,
They liked to laugh and chat and didn&#8217;t get much writing done, I fear.
They set [...]]]></description>
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