Category: Rhyme, Verse & Poetry
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Habit & Pattern
I am a person of pattern of habit and rhythm in life and when this gets interrupted it can cause all manner of strife I’m working from home at the moment I’m not sad to give up the commute it’s just that my new “office” layout is not really made to suit I am a…
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Giving up Chai
i’m trying to give up the Chai – well, really it’s more all the milk – the spice of the cinnamon topping – the feel of sweet liquid brown silk – i’m trying to give up the Chai – i started cold turkey today – I haven’t missed it as yet – but tomorrow’s another…
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Weathering the Years
Looking through some old words for something to post, and reading this one triggered some new ones ******************************************************* The weather won’t let me forget you the seasons bring reminders the quality of light or a perfume on the air trigger memories of times gone by and I am almost back there ©ceenoa The…
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Dare to Be
I can put on my hair just like a hat, but I’m still silver gray underneath that. Which is prettier? which is more real? it’s the way that you wear yourself, it’s the way that you feel! In learning to “be” there are times not to see, the way others look, and that includes me,…
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A Crown of Feathers
She wore a crown of feathers and some did think her mad, she wore a crown of feathers to remind her that she had, learnt not to resist the subtle twists of life. She wore a crown of feathers upon her short grey hair, and what they thought of her she did not care, because…
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Passing Through
you pass through like sunrise behind clouds you pass through in smoke on autumn air you pass through when wind ripples across sand elusive and ephemeral and whole worlds birth and die as you pass through © ceenoa
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Chocnanigans
Good people of the world, enjoy, that flashy foil and crinkly noise, a chocoholics favourite season, to indulge for no other reason, than that Easter Bunny left some eggs, (it doesn’t matter it makes no sense), so scoff that choccy goodness down, I’ll have the white, you have the brown. © ceenoa
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Discombobulated Flow
I’d been feeling discombobulated, by things within my house, and so I had to move them round, till I ran out of space. I put them there, and pushed them here, I lifted and I shifted, at a ferocious pace. It didn’t matter what I did, I couldn’t make them fit, it jangled and it…
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Thoughts on Blogging
I didn’t want you to be just a habit another tick on the list of the day and so I said “let’s have a break” thinking it would only be a short while a “holiday” from self-created duty but now I find that I am diminished by our seperation and yet reluctant to return I…
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View of a hole
I had a niggly little thought but it was full of holes and so I didn’t say it, but left it in my head and that’s as good as any place to store it I suppose. I had a little leaf and it was full of holes and yet they made it beautiful, an elegant…
Ceenoa 
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