Category: Rhyme, Verse & Poetry
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Who is the Sign!
They’ll say I didn’t do enough, after the fact, those non-believers. Omens and portents passed them by, relying on their GPS to guide. Into the world I sent, the box of blue, fish fingers and custard, for those with wit to see.
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It is Not
Feathers breaking, dreams unseen, a heart dissolved in rich, red wine. An empty home, a memory lost, the seasons circling endlessly. The maelstroms’ eye, each fallen leaf, a spider spinning her new web. All is louder still, than this endless, silent scream.
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The Dog
The dog takes me for a walk, pulling against the leash, strong and determined, straining to break free. We only walk in winter, the dog and I, weather grey and gloomy, under short day skies. My dog is black. © ceenoa 16/6/2014
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Writing 101 Day 8: Adverbs absurdity
We do not want adverbs, that is what I heard, Today we will play de-clutter the page, Choosing words bold and strong to strut on our stage. I admit I’m confused, adrift and bemused, in understanding the usage and nuances of verbiage I know that I’ll just get it wrong. © ceenoa
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Speak of the Dead
Funny how a name can be validation or condemnation. I hadn’t even met her, but her presence overwhelmed my world. It got so bad I learnt to talk only about the absolute necessities. Compared to the dead, I spoke less than she.
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Writing 101- Day 5: The Letter
The letter had a ragged tear, ripping through the words, was it torn in rage, or a fit of despair? Sentences without endings, still a tender heart can hope, that another page holds fragments, of words of love she wrote. © ceenoa 7/6/2014
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A Friday Nonsense
I need to write a poem, about what, I do not know, I just need to get the words down, to make the blah blah go. I’m feeling kinda worn out, the work week has been long, so if I have a little tipple, that wouldn’t be too wrong? It’s just a little glass of…
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The Tune Remembered
Eyes shut fingers fumble numbers forgotten I cannot dial the phone I search desperately longing to hear a voice gone silent waking after dreams the melody lingers I face reality a single life my cage I can only sing the tune remembered
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The Diet Wars
Go on and eat the biscuit, it’s the last one on the plateyou know you really want too, and I have to watch my weight. I’d eat it soon as look at it, sitting there it tempts me soso I have to use my willpower, and tell my taste buds NO. I really wish you’d…
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A Leaky Tap
It is never what you expect – a leaky tap that needs repair, causing my insides to spill out, stabbing my heart, shaking my hands as frustration boils over. He is not here, he never will be again. The shower as pain catalyst. © ceenoa 26/5/2014
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