Category: Rhyme, Verse & Poetry
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Meerkat
I am a meerkat why I’m called that I don’t know for if I had my own choice there’s a different title I’d bestow upon myself and family and relatives untold from beginning to the here and now from youngest to the old there’s nothing “meer” about us we’re sleek and cute and fine so…
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Seasonal Affective Disorder
I’m a battered old “wind-up” that has lost its key a “down-to-the-last-dregs”, no power left battery the season has turned and the sun disappeared and its happening again, just as I feared the grey skies have brought out the gloom within me the cold makes me ache, and my eyes do not see all the…
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What price for reality?
Are there other worlds, other lives that can be lived, in dimensions I can’t see, where part of us we hid? If you were not with me, I would not wish to go, for only us in this world, can become my whole. © ceenoa 20/5/2014
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Do you know?
A classic story, lives spun around a world a whirl a boy and girl the day is long, but moments short an itch to soothe a rock to move decisions loom, like hydra heads a choice to make a road to take © 19/5/2014
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Yipee – I won a Gargleblaster Award
I’m feeling pretty happy right now – because of this lovely post on the Gargleblaster blog: Hitchhiker’s prize! And because it’s my birthday, and because this one made me smile, I’m awarding a hitchhiker’s prize this week! It goes to Claudette, a newbie who missed the grid, but linked to her poem Gaia and Luna…
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Gaia and Luna
Gaia, earthbound beauty, bathed all in light speaks softly to Luna, her pale sister of night “I’ve a horrible feeling all over my skin I’ve just heard of Humanity, can you look and see, if something hideous is crawling on me?” created for the Gargleblaster 42 word Challenge “Is something crawling on me?”
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Unicorn
There once was a unicorn born with no horn A sad little unicorn feeling lonely and love-lorn He sat and he cried, hid when others were near Believing that they were the cause of his fear One day as he hid, one day as he cried He thought in his thoughts a fabulous kind of…
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Words Whispered
Words whispered, gently spoken in your ear my heart to yours, truly, completely endearments laid on our altar soft touch of hands I loved you as you I © ceenoa 6/5/2014
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Random Words
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ sun dried sheets, fresh from the line crisp and clean, as I slip between ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ it is ironic that as rocks age they become smoother and humans weather roughened
Ceenoa 
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