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<title>Poetry In Motion</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Gather them all together&#x3C;br /&#x3E;pack those verses tight&#x3C;br /&#x3E;place them in the boxes&#x3C;br /&#x3E;make sure they&#x27;re labelled right&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;For poetry in motion&#x3C;br /&#x3E;can have meanings more than one&#x3C;br /&#x3E;we&#x27;ve lived here 7 years and more&#x3C;br /&#x3E;but soon we&#x27;ll be moving on&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;So many things to sort through&#x3C;br /&#x3E;the trappings of our lives&#x3C;br /&#x3E;odd tools in that drawer&#x3C;br /&#x3E;including pocket knives&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;All of them have meanings&#x3C;br /&#x3E;that others cannot see&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and may yet find themselves featured&#x3C;br /&#x3E;in a new work of poetry&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;As often I have started&#x3C;br /&#x3E;to pen a line or so&#x3C;br /&#x3E;just because some random sight&#x3C;br /&#x3E;got my thinking on the go&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Now I&#x27;ve hundreds of these scribbles&#x3C;br /&#x3E;on so many different themes&#x3C;br /&#x3E;perhaps the most common stimuli&#x3C;br /&#x3E;are those I get from dreams&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;But stop me for a natter&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and pretty soon I&#x27;m sure&#x3C;br /&#x3E;to have another notion,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;some ideas to explore&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;So while I seem to ramble&#x3C;br /&#x3E;as we are exchanging news&#x3C;br /&#x3E;tucked away inside my head&#x3C;br /&#x3E;my virtual pen is still scribbling views&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;And if I&#x27;m very lucky&#x3C;br /&#x3E;those lines I may recall&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Though often I&#x27;ve regretted&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I couldnt recapture all&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;So many lines were wasted &#x3C;br /&#x3E;on paper that grew mould&#x3C;br /&#x3E;tucked away in a loft&#x3C;br /&#x3E;far too damp and cold&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Others simply vapourised&#x3C;br /&#x3E;while still inside my head&#x3C;br /&#x3E;none of these will be recalled&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I wish I&#x27;d printed them instead&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;For then those words would pop out&#x3C;br /&#x3E;from the printer that I keep&#x3C;br /&#x3E;every line moving forward&#x3C;br /&#x3E;poetry in motion is quite neat.........&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;January 3rd 2010&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
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<title>2010 -A Year For Peace &#x26; Goodwill</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/Rhumour/journal/1951398</link>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;WIDOWS: 2; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate; FONT: medium &#x27;Comic Sans MS&#x27;; WHITE-SPACE: normal; ORPHANS: 2; LETTER-SPACING: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); WORD-SPACING: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px&#x22; class=&#x22;Apple-style-span&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(59,42,28); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px&#x22; class=&#x22;Apple-style-span&#x22;&#x3E;
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                &#x3C;div style=&#x22;LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; FONT-SIZE: 13px&#x22; class=&#x22;postbody&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 18px&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font color=&#x22;#00008b&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font face=&#x22;Comic Sans Ms&#x22;&#x3E;A new year dawns as many before,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;will 2010 bring what we ask for?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;A peaceful future that all can share&#x3C;br /&#x3E;with the wealthy showing that they care?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;In my hopes as ever that would be the plan&#x3C;br /&#x3E;for without compassion what distinguishes man?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;We may have tools and brains to embrace&#x3C;br /&#x3E;technologies to help the human race&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But if those minds just persue all with greed&#x3C;br /&#x3E;then we ignore those with more pressing need&#x3C;br /&#x3E;For food and water would be such a gift&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and a lack of greed could heal the rift&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;None have the right to just take and take&#x3C;br /&#x3E;leaving nowt but dust in their hasty wake&#x3C;br /&#x3E;To hold aloft their faith in that one supreme being&#x3C;br /&#x3E;is an empty gesture for many without true feeling&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Be they rich or poor in our western sphere&#x3C;br /&#x3E;they all have more than those in fear&#x3C;br /&#x3E;of finding no food or water fit to drink&#x3C;br /&#x3E;so when we raise a glass let us pause and think&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;That 2010 should be the year when one and all&#x3C;br /&#x3E;have something to smile on, large or small&#x3C;br /&#x3E;when common sense rules over habitual greed&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and we all join to plant a peaceful seed&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;December 27th 2009&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/div&#x3E;
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<title>Snow Hazards</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Snow Hazards&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;All around this winterland today&#x3C;br /&#x3E;The houses now wear white hats&#x3C;br /&#x3E;The children didnt go to school&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I hope they won&#x27;t drive me bats&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;It&#x27;s risky on the roads they say&#x3C;br /&#x3E;For no grit has been spread&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I dare not risk a trip to town&#x3C;br /&#x3E;For snow highway men I dread&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;They&#x27;re rarely seen until up close&#x3C;br /&#x3E;As their white suits hide them well&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But whenever kids can&#x27;t get to school&#x3C;br /&#x3E;You should hear the tales they tell&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Of sudden blasts of snow balls&#x3C;br /&#x3E;That fill their coat hoods and bags&#x3C;br /&#x3E;So when they come back in again&#x3C;br /&#x3E;They may find their mother nags&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Soon clothes are in the dryer&#x3C;br /&#x3E;And shoes are stuffed quite full&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Of old newspaper to soak the wet&#x3C;br /&#x3E;An odd page had an ad for Jethro Tull&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;So stay inside is my advice&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Don&#x27;t risk the hazards seen today&#x3C;br /&#x3E;From sliding cars on icey roads&#x3C;br /&#x3E;And snow highway men at play&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;February 2nd 2009&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 06:45 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Miles Of Tinsel</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;So many miles of tinsel are wrapped around the trees&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Glittering stars and baubles dancing in the breeze&#x3C;br /&#x3E;We stop and watch the lanterns flicker off and on&#x3C;br /&#x3E;And gather up some snow with which to make our snowman from&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Soon it will be Christmas, twelve days of fun and cheer&#x3C;br /&#x3E;We&#x27;ll celebrate together and then see in the New Year&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I hope our clothes will stretch enough to cope with extra food&#x3C;br /&#x3E;For there will be so many treats to eat while we are in the mood&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Some warming drinks await us when the snowman has been made&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Cocoa in mugs for the children thaws out fingers that have played&#x3C;br /&#x3E;With snowballs as they laboured to build the best the could&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Ours is bigger than the neighbours - well its every bit as good&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;This season of goodwill must allow for all to take their part&#x3C;br /&#x3E;And bring some joy to everyone who has an open heart&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Let&#x27;s close by saying Thank You to all who helped to plan&#x3C;br /&#x3E;The best of treats for all of us - every woman, child and man&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;September 2nd 2008&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 06:31 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Who IS Pulling The Sleigh This Year?</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Santa Claus has a problem this year - Rudolph and the other reindeer have gone on strike, being sick of all the carrots and issuing a demand for a fair share of the mince pies and sherry.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Negotiations having broken down, Santa got to thinking about what other means he might find of pulling his sleigh.&#x26;nbsp; He quickly ruled out the high tec jet propulsion sheme offered up by his chief elf, but did think well, why not have a suggestion box.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;A couple of days later he looked through all the slips of paper in the box and made a decision based upon the best prospects for availability, keeping some sort of traditional connection and most of all avoiding demands for a share of the sherry!&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;And so folks, this year the sleigh will be pulled by felines and canines , the former at the front and the latter trying hard to catch up.&#x26;nbsp; As Santa reasoned, we might expect reindeers, but reincats and rein dogs aren&#x27;t so very far from tradition are they -&#x26;nbsp; people are always talking about reining cats and dogs.....&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Another R.Humour original, brought to you courtesy of Bristol Cream ;)&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 06:31 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Spoof</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;strong&#x3E;Spoof &#x3C;/strong&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Fernelopee Cruise was the gal to choose&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Thomas sure thought so and off he did go&#x3C;br /&#x3E;to meet up with her and make love without care&#x3C;br /&#x3E;when the press discover they&#x27;ll split on the pair&#x3C;br /&#x3E;bring all their deeds to light, just what they did that night&#x3C;br /&#x3E;such acts to shame any and they were to be many&#x3C;br /&#x3E;for back again they went till their energies were spent&#x3C;br /&#x3E;leaving in some disarray, clothes all covered in hay........&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;December 6th 2009&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 04:17 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Sorry seems to be beyond TB</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Now in the news I heard a clip, our old PM was making it clearer still&#x3C;br /&#x3E;he&#x27;d have sent our boys to war without the reasons he first gave&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I always knew they were a ruse, but could feel my blood turn chill&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Is it moral to claim his faith in the church, whose purpose is to save?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;None can doubt he&#x27;s made his mark upon this land of ours&#x3C;br /&#x3E;so many will have cause to wonder why sorry wasn&#x27;t heard&#x3C;br /&#x3E;He wasn&#x27;t shy of saying that risks to our country would occur&#x3C;br /&#x3E;but apologies for all the losses have once again been deferred&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;I take it that he is sincere in all he says and does on TV&#x3C;br /&#x3E;maybe that&#x27;s why he holds back from uttering that so, so, difficult word&#x3C;br /&#x3E;For unless I&#x27;m much mistaken, sorry seems to be beyond TB &#x3C;br /&#x3E;how many will agree with me and come forth to say this man is just absurd&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;December 11th 2009&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 07:42 EST</pubDate>
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<title>The Deceptionists Call</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;How many lies did she tell you&#x3C;br /&#x3E;to gain a place in your heart?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Did she play you like all the others&#x3C;br /&#x3E;sometimes it doesnt help you being smart&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;False love arrow shafts pierce most armour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;be it made from the hardest of steel&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; &#x3C;br /&#x3E;And the mind succumbs to the music&#x3C;br /&#x3E;of heart strings plucked with such zeal&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Ponder upon her long list of lovers&#x3C;br /&#x3E;many of whom discovered her gone&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Long before she said any goodbyes &#x3C;br /&#x3E;tell me will she stay with you very long&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Make haste to render your heart hard&#x3C;br /&#x3E;to avoid the gravest aches of all&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Be ready for when that phone rings&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and avoid the deceptionists call......&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;December 8th 2009&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
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<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 07:54 EST</pubDate>
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<title>The Gift Of Life</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Deep in my synapses&#x3C;br /&#x3E;there have been many lapses&#x3C;br /&#x3E;wrong memories brought to fore&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I must hope for no encore&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Grey matter holds the keys&#x3C;br /&#x3E;to whether our thoughts will freeze&#x3C;br /&#x3E;or bubble right to the boil&#x3C;br /&#x3E;as we sit here and toil&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;To solve problems we&#x27;re designed&#x3C;br /&#x3E;that&#x27;s why we have this mind&#x3C;br /&#x3E;to grasp abstracts and to see&#x3C;br /&#x3E;beyond the images that are free&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;For other forms that roam&#x3C;br /&#x3E;this planet we call home&#x3C;br /&#x3E;are mostly not as yet&#x3C;br /&#x3E;ready to use the internet&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Though apes are close behind&#x3C;br /&#x3E;the evolution of our own kind&#x3C;br /&#x3E;as yet they have not displayed&#x3C;br /&#x3E;the skills with which we&#x27;ve made&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;A lot of leaps and bounds&#x3C;br /&#x3E;making vision and such sounds&#x3C;br /&#x3E;as never made before&#x3C;br /&#x3E;the electronics some adore&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;But in our headlong rush&#x3C;br /&#x3E;how many are we to crush&#x3C;br /&#x3E;those that have no video&#x3C;br /&#x3E;or safe place they can go&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;As Christmas comes once again&#x3C;br /&#x3E;do we give more than we gain&#x3C;br /&#x3E;to those who never knew&#x3C;br /&#x3E;the simple comfort of a shoe&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;A nation rich and proud&#x3C;br /&#x3E;should stand and say it loud&#x3C;br /&#x3E;the gift of life is best&#x3C;br /&#x3E;let&#x27;s go and feed the rest........&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour &#x3C;br /&#x3E;December 5th 2009&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
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<title>In The Beech Woods...</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Bluebells lay faded in the cool shade of the Beech woods&#x3C;br /&#x3E;some seemingly crushed under wild stampeding hooves&#x3C;br /&#x3E;when the spooked deer had rushed from a startling crack -&#x3C;br /&#x3E;that of snapping twigs showing how clumsy those stalkers had been...&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Pale green fern fronds were still uncurling in the moist still air &#x3C;br /&#x3E;that was heavy with the aroma of wild mushrooms and an amalgam &#x3C;br /&#x3E;of last years leaf litter and freshly dropped spoor from the deer&#x3C;br /&#x3E;well laden with musk from the frisky bucks amongst the herd.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Squirrels were content to watch from the security of their high branches&#x3C;br /&#x3E;as the obdurate stalkers moved off into the distance with soft asides&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and discontented mumbling from those that felt their prospects &#x3C;br /&#x3E;had shrunk through bringing the Lairds paying guests along .....&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Brocks stirred a little in their slumber as more heavy footfalls passed by&#x3C;br /&#x3E;a few feet above the well lined chambers of their ancient set and&#x3C;br /&#x3E;a wary woodpecker broke away from his busy hammering to fly&#x3C;br /&#x3E;off to a more distant tree while the flat foots rued the chilly air.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Within the hour twenty four feet had turned back towards the beckoning &#x3C;br /&#x3E;warmth of the hearty log fire in the great dining hall where even then&#x3C;br /&#x3E;a hot breakfast was being laid out in anticipation by the wise staff.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;A quiet word to the Laird from his keeper satisfied him more than he&#x3C;br /&#x3E;allowed those well heeled guests to observe &#x26;quot;Bad luck scaring the deer off&#x26;quot;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;he counselled the group, &#x26;quot;But there will be more opportunities before the &#x3C;br /&#x3E;weekend is done&#x26;quot;&#x26;nbsp; The keeper smiled to himself as he left the room, still fiddling &#x3C;br /&#x3E;with those dry sticks in his deep warm pocket....&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;November 27th 2009&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<title>Joey &#x26; Myrtle</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;The tortoise and the turtle&#x3C;br /&#x3E;were named Joey and Myrtle&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and though they were cousins of a sort&#x3C;br /&#x3E;not from the same shop were they bought&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Now it happened that on one sunny day&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Myrtle came to the pond where Joey lay&#x3C;br /&#x3E;basking in the sun to warm before a swim&#x3C;br /&#x3E;but when she came into view he had another whim&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Being slightly less than full of guile&#x3C;br /&#x3E;he promptly came to chat with her a while&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and was not too shy to nudge her shiny shell&#x3C;br /&#x3E;for that she liked him he thought that he could tell&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;But when he asked her to come for a swim&#x3C;br /&#x3E;her answer quite deeply horrified him&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;Swimming is simply not good for my skin&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;at which he blinked with mouth silently gaping&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;quot;Not swim?&#x26;quot; he finally found the breath to gasp&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;quot;then how do you fish&#x26;quot; he took her to task&#x3C;br /&#x3E;she responded &#x26;quot;No fish is in my diet&#x26;quot;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x26;quot;I just eat salad stuff, you should try it&#x26;quot;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Such a thing Joey had never known&#x3C;br /&#x3E;so he went to swim just on his own&#x3C;br /&#x3E;to contemplate this strange diet Myrtle chose&#x3C;br /&#x3E;eating weeds that would have tickled his nose&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Where is the fun in that he thought&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I enjoy chasing till fish are caught&#x3C;br /&#x3E;but those salads seem like weeds to me&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and have no movement I can see&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;All this time Myrtle was chomping leaves&#x3C;br /&#x3E;under the pleasant shelter of some trees&#x3C;br /&#x3E;a mixed salad left out for her to munch&#x3C;br /&#x3E;when her owner was preparing lunch........&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;November 18th 2009&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<title>Rhyming Couplets</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Rhyming couplets - an old short form of poetry that I&#x27;ve been playing with recently, these are examples I&#x27;ve penned in the iambic pentameter format (10 syllables per line) as used by early exponents like John Donne.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;strong&#x3E;The Game&#x3C;/strong&#x3E; &#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;All will be told at the cards final fold&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Which man will his dear lady hunt and scold&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;strong&#x3E;Yo Ho Ho&#x3C;/strong&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Yo ho ho and a flagon of red rum&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Who will be standing when the race has run&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;strong&#x3E;The Poet&#x3C;/strong&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;What was it that the poet ate last night&#x3C;br /&#x3E;His breath has sent the cat in frenzied flight&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;All (C) Rhumour November 2009&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 10:32 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Like Dreamers Do...</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Like Dreamers Do&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;My pillows are so crumpled&#x3C;br /&#x3E;My bed in such a mess&#x3C;br /&#x3E;It&#x27;s time to do the laundry&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Where was my last nights rest&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Seems I woke a dozen times&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Dreams I recall but never tell&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Feature movies aren&#x27;t that fine&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Oh yes they were really swell&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;And if upon my lips that smile&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Seems to fade sometime today&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I&#x27;ll day dream for a little while&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Of where my lips may come to play&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour &#x3C;br /&#x3E;September 8th 2008&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 17:13 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Beneath</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Long lost they lay beneath the ice&#x3C;br /&#x3E;in which their skated feet had cut a slice &#x3C;br /&#x3E;as they once pirouetted together in delight&#x3C;br /&#x3E;on a sparkling winters moonlight night.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;The press would say they ran from view&#x3C;br /&#x3E;and for a week or more theories anew&#x3C;br /&#x3E;of where they went and how they slipped&#x3C;br /&#x3E;past those that this accident had tricked&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;Pressed together their souls entwined&#x3C;br /&#x3E;all troubles past, think of them kind&#x3C;br /&#x3E;for such devotion that they knew&#x3C;br /&#x3E;was rare to see for me and you....&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;November 11th 2009&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 01:56 EST</pubDate>
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<title>It...</title>
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  &#x3C;p&#x3E;It was the lonely place&#x3C;br /&#x3E;The only place&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Though the man was not alone&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;It felt so cold to him&#x3C;br /&#x3E;So very old to him&#x3C;br /&#x3E;And he knew that he must groan&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;It was the depth of dark&#x3C;br /&#x3E;The total lack of lark&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Whose song he had ne&#x27;er known&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;It felt the heat from him&#x3C;br /&#x3E;And heard the pain within&#x3C;br /&#x3E;That came from every struggling bone&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;It began to suck him down&#x3C;br /&#x3E;Knowing he would ne&#x27;er be found&#x3C;br /&#x3E;But meet others it had also heard to moan&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;It was the quicksand that he had met&#x3C;br /&#x3E;A lonely place for sure, but yet&#x3C;br /&#x3E;There was to be some company underground&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
  &#x3C;p&#x3E;(c)Rhumour&#x3C;br /&#x3E;November 5th 2009&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:42 EST</pubDate>
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