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The globe

There is a globe above my head
As I lie naked in my bed
It reflects all that it sees
Me, the garden the Linden trees
It is shiny metal
Like a kettle
But most expensive
And quite reflective
I hate seeing me in all poses
Most of all my body exposé...d
In unusual deshabille
To some it would give a thrill
The naked parts unsuspectingly bent
Being followed by image wherever I went
Sometimes I stick my tongue out at it
And it replies in identikit
It lends a air of class to my room
Which has a theme of the moon
I'm sitting here in the gloom
globe staring .. Must do some work soon.
The builders installed it today
Should I ask them to take it away?
Or is it a temporary distraction
And soon will lose its attraction

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Shiny overhead Light installed today. I should be doing something without sitting and staring at it!
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I really liked this write the only boggle I have is that it should be broken down into stanza's to give it more punch, just an idea if you dont agree just ignore me lol

I hate seeing me in all poses
Most of all my body exposé...d
In unusual deshabille
To some it would give a thrill
The naked parts unsuspectingly bent

this was my favourite part of the poem though I am not so sure of the (expose...d) I will think on it and get back to you

hugs Jayne-Chloe x

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

worry about the "expose...d" part. It's just that we haven't been exposed to it before. I thought it a very imaginative way to continue the rhyme. ~ Geezer

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I shiny light and a naked body. What more is needed for fine poetry?

cheers,
Jess
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The Bind Moggles,
There I was thinking what could I be
A bauble on a Xmas tree
Then I thought how small of me.
Now I is settled on what to be
A bleeding great ball to see liberty, La la
Loved the sight I mean the write just let me get free, Yenti

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