Here are some poems, composed by a puppet,

some are my own and some of them not.

You can like one, or quite like them all,

or simply not like them a hell of a lot.


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Sunday, 22 April 2012

Fond by Joletta Thorburn


Arms reach toward you like branches
Surrounding the expanse of the mass
That lies beside me on soft furnishings
Searching for breath, for a resting place
Intertwined in your embrace.
Can’t even call you a lover

Or even a brother for that would cause concern.
Dear friend would be more fitting
For there be a clear, deep fondness
So gentle, uncomplicated and pure that I would like to share with you
4 giant words: I REALLY ( really ) LIKE YOU.
Could fall asleep beside you and forget to mow the lawn.

From: Abracadabra Boombastic
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  1. Anonymous11 January 2015 at 13:27

    Hi Joletta, it's Adrian. I remember when you attended my Children's Theatre Workshop many years ago. I am so pleased to see that you are continuing with your creative journey. Wishing you all the very best.

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