Category: Words with Intent
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How Do You …?
How do you write a poem? they ask, to answer that question is no easy task, it starts with a word, and idea or a phrase, nagging for hours, or sometimes whole days. The words swirl in the blender that I call my brain, and I scoop out the best, pour the gunk down the…
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Baggage
People think of baggage, as something that is bad, to be discarded soon as, the opportunity is had. But baggage can be useful, for storing things you need, to grow and learn and change from, old life lessons you should heed. New baggage is the hardest, it’s lines are sharp and cruel, painful corners on…
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The Safe Side of Horrible
The Safe Side of Horrible Oh, how I long to be nasty, cruel, spiteful and just plain old mean, to say all the words that are bubbling down in the murk of my spleen. But, no, I need to play nice, ’cause I live in fear of the trolls I’ve heard they are awfully painful…
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The “Anti”
Halloween I’m proud to be an “Anti” – I don’t do Halloween – ’cause, frankly, I don’t get it, what does it really mean? The tatty costumes in the shops, the cheap and tawdry “sell it” dross, kids walking round the streets at night, taking candy, from strangers, can never be right! I’m proud to…
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Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #16
Released from my haunt I wander aimlessly lost Beyond ties that bind © ceenoa
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Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #15
Promise of coffee lost to the dubious gift of the world wide web © ceenoa
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Melancholic Musings
I’m not one of those who goes travelling for fun. I would rather sit home than roam under the sun. Time, dissolve like a mist so this can be done.
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The Secret Vice
Oh I know I shouldn’t do it – it will fill me with remorse – so I listen to your good advice, nod, and say “of course”. But in the secret moments when no-one is around I give in to my impulse and the pleasure to be found. They urge me not to do it,…
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Ears
I handed in my “ears” I’ve had my four weeks trial, they made me feel like cotton wool was stuffed inside my head. So please be patient with me if it takes a little while, to interpret all the syllables in the sentence you just said. When I have trouble hearing you against life’s background…
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Promise
When life closes in all around me you are the light that enfolds me sheltering me in your radiant warmth cocooning me safely from each passing storm fulfilling the vows of our promise day to love each for ever, always © ceenoa
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