Category: Words with Intent
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Friday Musing
Dinosaurs still roam the Earth, just follow their scat – hatred, bigotry, disrespect – huge fetid steaming piles denote their passage.
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Emotography – Week 21/2016
Intricate Frosted patterns lace in ice sparkles in the morning light gossamer threads woven intricately dew drops caught by Winters freeze © ceenoa ************************ If you would like to participate with your own Emotography, check out my EPE Invitation where I explain what it all means and tell you how to.
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Underneath my skin, vicious things lie
Underneath my skin, vicious things lie green envy red rage white pain blue loneliness they wriggle like worms dug up from the dirt trying to burrow back to the haven of the dark as they scrabble in their desperate turmoil to not be seen they create, in one ridiculously sublime moment a pattern of iridescent…
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Monday Musing
I am a simple rock and you may judge me ’cause I’m not a glizty bit of bling, but the benefits of this are such, that I will not be plucked, and cut and stuck in a garish ring. © ceenoa
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Flash Flood
Like a flash flood in the desert, I feel the oncoming rumble in my bones, before the groundswell hits. Engulfed, I struggle to breathe, not knowing which way is up or down, tumbling with the fierce tide pounding me. An eternity, in a moment of white noise, trying to ride the wave until it dissipates,…
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Tuesday Musings
Verbosity can be a monstrosity but Silence hides too many sins © ceenoa I don’t know why this popped into my head – but I felt compelled to type it.
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Frenzied Chocolate Chickens
the frenzied chocolate chickens have all at last calmed down as now their Easter eggs are safe since the rabbit has left town peace has at last descended now they’ve stopped their raucous clucking and their feathers are much sleeker since they stopped their nervous plucking the eggs are now returning from whence they had…
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Tuesday Thoughts
I am like a snail retracting into my shell as winter nears my focus narrows to a single thought home is where I wish to be I make my own prison and rant at the jailer © ceenoa
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They changed the peanut butter my life has now been ruined there is no consolation for tastebuds that were tuned to just the perfect texture of crunchy nuts in goo so give me back my homebrand ’cause I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried the other labels they’re too sloppy or too dry they…
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