Category: Words with Intent
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Monday Memories
A poem from long, long ago … You told me: never trust anyone. I took your advice, but I never thought you meant yourself. © ceenoa
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Wordy Wednesday
Sometimes we just don’t hear them, those little wake-up calls, our ears are full of cotton wool, until we take the fall. We wonder why we stumble, there was nothing in the way, our eyes don’t see the rubble, that we look at every day. Our voices become loud and brash, to compete with all…
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An Answer for CJ: smile with Pam Ayres
I have been immortalised in a Limerick (read to the end of the post to find it, you’ll enjoy reminiscing about rhymes as you do) by Christi at Feeding on Folly, and so I have reciprocated with a verse of my own. Christi had asked, via Feeding on Folly, for our favourite poets, and I…
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Wednesday Whimsy
I’ve been scrolling through my archives, and being pleasantly surprised by some of my scribbles, so thought I might share this one from 10/03/2014 with you. Lamenting the loss of LIRF, Questions from Billy I once had a page on facebook called LIRF (Let Imagination Run Free). It was inspired by some late night madness posting…
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Thursday Thought(less)
How doing the laundry is like having a bath Immerse in water Dispense detergent Agitate Rinse spin dry or drip dry on line ****** Get in bath Grab soap Start thinking of all my worries Sink under water to try and stop thinking Twist around to reach towel – or drip all over floor to…
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Wonderful Wednesday
“Because today, I think I’m leaning on the side of wonder.” ― Melina Marchetta, “Quintana of Charyn” It’s easy to find wonder in just about anything – if you’re willing to look …. I wonder, I wonder: why are you there and what were you before? I imagine Aliens invading, marching ashore, or rocket-ships blasting…
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Monday Musing – Diversity
is the flower that blooms this year the same as last years glory? I think not grown from the same stock but shaped by time and season each bud born original and new so why not people too. © ceenoa
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When thoughts don’t think
I like it when my mind ticks over in little verse and rhymes it helps release frustrations to think like that at times but alas, it is not happening the thoughts have up and fled and foggy piles of nothingness are filling up my head perhaps some inspiration will strike with lightening bolt but I…
Ceenoa 
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