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Inspired by an art gallery and a Shelly poem.
A room full of mottled multicoloured butterflies
enclosed within a creative space
of artful design
to insoire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
A splash of color
an oasis
among a row of drab urbun gray
The door is open
for release to freedom
after resting upon my heart for a while
and making it smile
Flying high
over lush green trees
in a clear blue unblemished sky
floating like fallen autumn leave
carried upon on
a gentle breeze
Painted Ladies
A symbol of freedom and eternity
that fill my dreams with the tresures of summer.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.
Published: Sep 10 2013 - 5:11am -
For children and big kid inside us.
It was a warm a warm summer day
and I was walking down the lane
and suddely
I'm sure I saw a Pixie
waving to me from a train .
on the way back he did the same
again
with a big smile on his face
waving from a train
''yoou oooh''.
I was so surprised
I scratched my head
and had to pinch myself
just in case I was just dreaming
in my bed.
I contiued on my walk
when suddenly
I heard some one laughing at me
''Ha ha ha ha''
I turned around
to find it was an elf
sitting in a tree.
I tickled his belly
and he chuckled with glee
We built a campfire
and tosted muffins
for our tea.
The Elf was so thankful
he gave me three wishes
But!
I gave them away
to the Pixie who waved to me on the train
earlier that day.
You see
Sometimes it's better
and makes you happier
to give
than to recieve
to those who need
it more.
The next time
you see a train go by
have a look and see
if yu can see that fairy
wave from the train as it did
Me.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.
Published: Jul 16 2013 - 8:58pm -
Secret gardens
fragrant roses
Butterfly's
Stretch their wings
as the sun rises
Natures gift
The miracle of life
Blossoms
forth
at the birth
of a new day.
Peter Dome.2013. July.
Published: Jul 11 2013 - 7:40am
Comments: 6 -
Red Bug
Spotted
On leaf.
Peter Dome.©.2013. July.
Published: Jul 9 2013 - 9:26am
Comments: 2 -
The further away from God
The closer to the Devil.
Peter Dome.©.2013. July.
Published: Jul 9 2013 - 9:20am
Comments: 1 -
The warm summer days
bring the most beautiful flowers
out to bloom
Dressed in their summer clothes
they grace the town
On a glourious pleasant
afternoon.
As tempretures sore.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.
Published: Jun 25 2013 - 9:24am -
My Doctor acts more like a witchdoctor
with his weired practices
and he has a nervous twitch
Everytime I ask him how he is
He replies ooh my head is thick and I'm feeling sick.
He's very shortsighted
and once examined my elbow instead of my knee
and when he saw the size of my belly
he sent me to antinatal classes for my pregnancy.
He asked me what is up with you?
''I think it's swamp fever''
He said uhmm do you think an injection will help?
''Think we'll give it ago''
But I said Doctor I hate injections!
Doctor ...No! .
I once aked him for something for my hemoroides
because I'm rather sore
He said open wide
as my neighbour mistakenly walked through the door ''Sorry''.
You have to wait for ages
Bored you pick up a magazine
you normaly wouldn't read
Like Expectant mothers
Or pig farmers weekly
Uhhmm ''Didn't know you could milk a pig''.
Your sat therefor what seems a lifetime
minding your own business
When someone with a bad cold
with nowhere to sit
sits next to you
And you end up with a cold too.
The receptionist is a real battleaxe
With a first class degree
in being nasty and unhelpful as can be.
The practice nurse is called Pertunia
She has huge human milk bottles
A pretty looking lass
Apart from a few teeth missing when she smiles
and a huge ass like a bulging potato sack.
I'm a typical man
I only go to the Doctor when II'm falling apart
But my Doctor needs someone to practice on
And I'd hate to break his heart.
In the meantime
I read the family Doctors book
I've already got to Z
On no! according to this I should be dead.!
Petee Dome. copyright.2012.
Published: Mar 21 2013 - 2:47pm
Comments: 1 -
Why is it ?.
After we wash a pair of socks
we can only find one
Why do we only appreciate youth
When it's too late and gone.
Why do we always get a huge spot
on the end of our nose before a date
Why am I always the last in a cue
and have to wait.
Why when taking a bath
The telephone always ring
And when your partner tidy's up
We can never find anything.
Why when we are trying to impress
We always make a mess
Why are women never happy
With the size of there breasts.
Why when we are down
Do they say we're blue
But all we see is black
And after a yearned for holiday
We soon want to come back.
Why do household appliances always break down in three's
And in summer
Why are we so attractive to wasps and bees.
Why is it when we get to the dentins our toothache
Suddenly goes away
Why do so many people starve
When we throw so much food away ?.
Makes no sense to me.
Peter Dome. copyright.2013..
Published: Mar 9 2013 - 4:31pm
Comments: 5 -
A force of evil with ruling hand
holds the world within it's grasp and command
watched by the all seeing eye
autocratic no compramise
driven by power and greed
dictates to the masses what they must heed
Wolves in sheeps clothing tied to the devils heel
control the governing puppets
pepuptuate and turn history's
revolving wheel.
Peter Dome. copyright.2013.
Published: Feb 26 2013 - 4:59pm
Comments: 2 -
Today isn't a good day for me
For it's valentines day
and I'm single
and when I look around
Couples and valentines
Are all I see.
I feel like I'm imprisoned on a tiny island
And have no choice but to watch the love boat
Going back and forth all day
And the passengers are having so much fun
Laughing is singing and loving
But no one looks my way.
I just want to bury my head in the sand
can't take much more of this
Not to ever to be loved
Wanted kissed and missed.
I could bury my head in the sand
to stop me crying a sea of tears
of all the wasted lonely
Loveless years.
No cards by the door
No chocolate or flowers no one to dine
No one to make love to
Noo sweet valentine.
Why was I born a cursed helpless romantic
it makes no sense to me
My heart bursts with emotion
And sadness
No one sees the real me
I'm only just able to cling on to my tiny island
Until I'm swept away
Into the deep lonely sea.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.
Published: Feb 14 2013 - 8:48am
Comments: 7
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A Room Full of Butterflies. Wednesday, October 2, 2013 - 6:16pm |
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by moogster Oct 29 2013 - 4:54am |
| Poem |
Red Bug. Tuesday, July 9, 2013 - 10:46am |
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by moogster Jul 17 2013 - 5:00pm |
| Poem |
Secret Gardens. Thursday, July 11, 2013 - 7:40am |
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by moogster Jul 17 2013 - 4:54pm |
| Poem |
I'm Sure I saw a Pixie waving to me from a train?. Tuesday, July 16, 2013 - 9:01pm |
by moogster Jul 16 2013 - 8:58pm |
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| Poem |
Stay close to God. Tuesday, July 9, 2013 - 9:20am |
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by T3arDrop.Her Jul 16 2013 - 12:14pm |
| Poem |
Summer Delights. Tuesday, June 25, 2013 - 5:11pm |
by moogster Jun 25 2013 - 9:24am |
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