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Bakurakadesh

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About Me

Hya I'm Shelley...I do poetry workshops with young people in schools, libraries and community centres. I'm currently trying to illustrate some kids poems and in the process of publishing my poetry book.Read some stuff of mine on the Write Out Loud website Check out my website for schools, it's new but always being updated www.shelleyspoetry.weebly.com

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Poets, artists, musicians, philosophers.....genuine free thinking people, compassionate souls. Not so bothered about having hundreds of friends on myspace because I don't like waste...and at the end of the day friends are friends...no use ignoring dem coz u got too many...would rather find people who genuinely have something to share and offer...KEEP IT REAL GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!

My Blog

Message in a bottle

You either open itAnd it overspills...Or you leave it too longAnd then there's no fizz.....The secret is...To open in stagesBut don't rush to taste itBecause when it's The Real ThingIt's crazy to wast...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 23:59:00 GMT

word stir-fry

I don't like wasting wordsI always write them downI jumble them around the pageAnd watch a sentence formI chop them if I have toAnd make a word stir-frySometimes a poemLike an onionMakes me want to......
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 01:26:00 GMT

His Work of Art

Up in the attic roomWhere I was nearly kissedThere is a smell of home brewed wineAnd stale tobaccoA black and white portable tvWith a black plugOn a white leadIs down, lowA man sits cross-leggedIn a f...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 01:50:00 GMT

haiku

FUBU Fcuk'd up by us this Life of opportunities When will we learn eh?
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 01:09:00 GMT

The way I used to walk

Do you ever think about meAm I within you now you are without meAnd would you want to see me againBut not as I am now, as I was then...Then when you loved me?I've changed my walk, my hair, my face, my...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 23:57:00 GMT

A poem is like...

I'm a sonnet oversensitiveA rap too detachedI'm not totally unstructuredYet politically 'scrapped'I'm a monologue of madnessI'm a wanting metaphorBut rhythmically I rockAnd syntaxically I soarI'll be ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 09:55:00 GMT

Wordz

Wordz are my weaponIf I ask, they attackSometimes I am the targetMy wordz can backfireWordz are my fortressGuarding my heartThey will give me the freedom I need, to exploreWordz are my presentMy past ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:29:00 GMT

haiku

Haiku Each night I let go...Abandon...on clean white sheets... Poetry climax
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:27:00 GMT

Poetry

I open my notebook and start at the backI attack the pageMake it black with inkAnd I think as I write and I write what I thinkSo the writing is REALI express how I feelI feel caged in, staged outAnd i...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:11:00 GMT