Category: Words with Intent
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“Granny” knickers
I’m wearing “Granny” knickers, (I know it’s sad), – but true but listen to my story then tell me what you’d do I used to have some fine ones pretty colours, soft and lacy bikini, thong and hipsters that hugged you in “those” places I used to love my knickers so pretty in the drawer…
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Coffee
I’m not what you’d call a coffee snob with a percolator on the stove I don’t savour the aroma of brewed beans beneath my nose there’s no gleaming stainless steel machine just waiting to be used for espresso, cappuccino, or those funny ones called pods I possess no little doodad to froth or steam it…
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Ping Pong Balls in Vacuum
The ping pong balls are rattling in the vacuum of my head my little thoughts aren’t buzzing the electricity is dead. I stuck my finger in the socket hoping to find the spark but all i got was frizzy hair and pictures in the dark. I cranked up the generator and it started with a…
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Another little ramble in verse
Ritual deep in the dark they are gathered around the flickering light for now is the time of watching in the depths of the quiet night slowly the shapes they gathered and across their faces they flew now the ears they were listening to the song of the old, and the new quietly I stalk…
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The Handless Imps
I’m worried about the Imps. How do they manage? I know they are here by the evidence, or lack thereof, that they leave behind. Lately, I lay awake in the night and hear their soft pitter patter down the hall, their nightly trek to the danger zone, and their self-satisfied retreat afterwards, but I still…
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Weekend Sleep-In
I love a weekend sleep-in there’s no sound of an alarm to shatter pleasant dreams and so I wake in peaceful calm. I love a weekend sleep-in when I’m snuggled in my bed all wrapped up in the doona with no worries in my head. I love a weekend sleep-in to wake up all refreshed…
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The Ginger Jar
It wasn’t where I left it, I’d looked on every shelf, “I would swear, I left it there” I muttered to myself. It wasn’t in the cupboard, I only found a sock, it wasn’t in the garden buried underneath the rocks. I looked under the table, but I couldn’t see it there, I even took…
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I wish I was made of stainless steel
I wish I was made of stainless steel instead of human skin so I could polish myself with steelo when I look dull and grim © C Woolley 2013
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