Category: Rhyme, Verse & Poetry
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The Loo
WARNING: If you don’t like “toilet” humour (and I mean that literally) – move along now! This verse has been nagging me to write it for days since the “visit”- so I finally gave in and decided to traumatise you all as well. ************** there’s a poo in my loo! it had been well…
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15
I counted all the years of we then all the years of widow and my world had tilted the balance shifted and so I cried. © ceenoa
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‘Neath the Bed
I went a little mad today, and vacuumed ‘neath the bed, it’s not my normal housework style, to clean what can’t be seen, i’m more a fan of neat and tidy, and a quick superficial clean. but I’d bought a brand new vacuum, – so I had to try it out – it’s an upright,…
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Having an Irky!
I’m having an irky today, I’ve been in my PJ’s all day, I slouched to the couch, when I got out of bed, and here I shall probably stay. I’m having an irky today, it’s what happens when you are not, as sick as you could be, nor as well as you should be, and…
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Two Stories
once i was young and lissome, a tight bud of youth in my prime, now I am crinkled and shrivelled as happens to all in time. once I had velvet complexion, as soft as the dew of the dawn, now life’s wear and tear is evident, in a visage that looks tired and worn.…
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Bones and Scars
the fierce missing shatters my bones the gravity of grief unraveling exposing my marrow stripping off layers. and I have to regrow again the skin and sinew of “now” that holds me together. © ceenoa you cannot see my scars, the silver lines that cover me, head to toe, heart to soul, completely wrapped. an irredescent…
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The Lid
I gathered them up and put them, in a place they could be hid, and just to make sure they couldn’t escape. I covered them with a lid. They are my sweetest treasures, invisible to your eyes, yet when I look upon them, their richness makes me smile. No thief in the night can steal…
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Bubble
I am a bubble a world of colour memories swirl within and I cling to the outside I am a bubble delicate and fragile yet strong enough to hold on to support. I am a bubble floating in the universe blown by some others hand I move until I land. © ceenoa
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Thoughtless Unplugging
I’m on the third night of no broadband internet connection, and this is how it happened: the urge to move the furniture came suddenly upon me, alas the urge caused failure of the internet connection thingy! “““““““ my modem is senile it’s forgot who it is now it can’t do it’s duty because of this.…
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Reasons for not doing Housework
A few years ago I wrote a post called Reasons why you shouldn’t do housework. I thought it was time to for a reprise, more in line with my current excuses, er reasons, for not completing my houseworkerly duties. I can’t vacuum the floor today, I need to create something that may, be transiently pleasing to my “arty”…
Ceenoa 
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