I can put on my hair just like a hat,
but I’m still silver gray underneath that.
Which is prettier? which is more real?
it’s the way that you wear yourself, it’s the way that you feel!
In learning to “be” there are times not to see,
the way others look, and that includes me,
at the colour I wear or the length of my hair.
So be slightly crazy
the times getting shorter
until all that is left
is the things that you “oughta”
do.
© ceenoa
Now how could I resist that!
The dogs lazed on the floor, tongues lolling, ears twitching.
The master sashayed around the room, doing a bad impression of Austins Powers,
“Groovy baby, lets make some Art” he said, as he flung the dog food in their bowl and started taking pictures of the splattered empty can!
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If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post.
I was going to write a rhyme about the cost of needing a new fence
but i can’t because my brain is feeling much too dense.
the end, maybe … depends on the brain really
i should have been a fencer
the pay seems pretty good
the supplies grow all around me
’cause they are mainly made of wood.
yeah … definitely needs a less dense brain to get this one going.
She wore a crown of feathers
and some did think her mad,
she wore a crown of feathers
to remind her that she had,
learnt not to resist
the subtle twists
of life.
She wore a crown of feathers
upon her short grey hair,
and what they thought of her
she did not care,
because she liked herself.
She wore a crown of feathers
one visible, one unseen,
she wore a crown of feathers
let them wonder what it means,
when she takes to the sky
as she learns
to fly.
© ceenoa
During the night, as she tried to free herself from the bath, she thought about how the tingles she felt at their first kiss should have been a warning. At the time she had been entranced by the sparkles in his eyes and his delicate touch, which had fooled her into thinking that she wasn’t just another bird to him. Now, with the bathwater freezing around her weighted legs showing her the true coldness of his heart, she bitterly regretted inviting Jack to visit again.
I feel like I should make a post, but I didn’t have anything interesting to say ,
have some inverted pictures instead!
Suggestions: Bloom, Flowers, Love
Haven’t been here for a while, for various reasons, but the “suggestions” today fit nicely with what I have been doing lately. so I thought a SOD was in order.
She blooms, as she drowns her flowers, with love.
If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post.
you pass through
like sunrise behind clouds
you pass through
in smoke on autumn air
you pass through
when wind ripples across sand
elusive and ephemeral
and whole worlds birth and die
as you pass through
© ceenoa
Good people of the world, enjoy,
that flashy foil and crinkly noise,
a chocoholics favourite season,
to indulge for no other reason,
than that Easter Bunny left some eggs,
(it doesn’t matter it makes no sense),
so scoff that choccy goodness down,
I’ll have the white, you have the brown.
© ceenoa
I’d been feeling discombobulated,
by things within my house,
and so I had to move them round,
till I ran out of space.
I put them there,
and pushed them here,
I lifted and I shifted,
at a ferocious pace.
It didn’t matter what I did,
I couldn’t make them fit,
it jangled and it jarred me,
that I couldn’t find their place.
So I resorted to my usual,
I started chucking out,
the things that were annoying me,
which brought a smile to my face.
It’s not completely perfect,
but then, what really is?
but flow has been restored somewhat,
and I’ll accept that grace.
© ceenoa
