Category: Rhyme, Verse & Poetry
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Words are not like Dogs
Words are not like dogs coming when called faithful companions and loyal friends. Words are like cats elusive and aloof appearing only when they choose demanding your attention then leaving mid-thought. If you do not seek their company they will be there chiding you for ignoring them clamouring to be admired. Words are not like…
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Question 31: Chickens and road and the crossing thereof
A sad fact of life is road kill the sight of it makes me feel ill but the thought that makes me worry – even though I feel so sorry – is how do you know if the chicken crossed the road before it was flattened by a heavy load?
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The Fuel of the World
I see them marching off to work, encouragement clutched in hand, their symbol of endurance grasped, like a runner with the Olympic torch. No dawdling gait, but at a brisk walk, drones scurrying off to drudgery, from plastic, cardboard, or thermos cup sip quickly now – no time for talk. A staple of the working…
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Too Much Electronica
too much electronica jangles my nerves like an out of tune harmonica in contest with a drum time swirling down the drain of broadband habit carrying drudge and strain to purgatory the rubber band of fun snapped back revealing relaxations sum as negative. © ceenoa
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Vesuvius
I am the skin that’s stretched unsightly the bond that binds too tightly I am the back that breaks under the straw believing I can carry more I am the wire that sings with tension full of false pretensions I am human I am flawed Why do I expect I should be more? © ceenoa
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Language of Stones
In the tracery of lichen, in the cracks between the whole, the truth of you remembered, etched eternal in my soul. Long years have slowly weathered all the memories I knew, yet stone retains the language of love, of loss, of you.
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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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