Category: Rhyme, Verse & Poetry
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Comfort in the Stars
I take comfort from the stars, when I think, that someone up there, may be looking down here, and feeling the same as I. © ceenoa
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A Shed
I’d love to have a shed, where I could put my stuff, where it would not matter, should I splatter, paint or resin on the floor. I’d love to have a shed, a space I could create in, inks and clay, on the benches could stay and not have to be packed up. I’d love…
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Sunday Evening
It’s nice to get to Sunday evening without panic setting in, to not feel stressed and anxious, as to what the next work day will bring. To know I have a job that I enjoy going to, with each Wednesday off as a special bonus too. It’s really quite conducive to bringing out my best,…
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Jangle
like a jar of marbles rattled energetically, this jangle of words in my head skittle back and forth, and never settle to a rhythm that makes sense. © ceenoa
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Apologies to Banjo
There was movement in the paddock, for the sight had got around that the chick from Old Ma White had got away and had joined the wild bush turbo hens – she was worth 5 cents all told, predictably no neighbours had gathered to the fray. For they didn’t care for livestock, which they let…
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“On This Day” Repost – A Poem about a Cow and a Wedding
You can find the original here, if you are so minded, or simply read on. ************************************* I milked the cow in the morning, on the day that I was wed, a daily chore I deemed worth doing, which made me rise, extra early from my bed. The comforting sound of chewing, her flank so warm,…
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The “selfie”
I’m not one for the “selfie”, and I don’t usually indulge, but there’s a time and reason, to “selfie” I suppose. And this past week has been it, I’ve taken a whole two, and now I’m going to show them, to you lucky, captive, few. Number one was my favourite necklace, when I wear it…
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I had a dream – again. (Repost: A Dream and a Wish)
It happened again last night, it must be this time of year, that prompts a rummage through my unconscious, and in amongst the rubble, finding a flicker of a thought, pounces, and drags it forth, to present, like a cats favour lying at my door, sadly unwelcome but understood. © ceenoa The original post below, which prompted…
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“On This Day” Repost – Christmas in Tasmania
It’s that time of year – the week before Christmas. Are you feeling it yet? Facebook reminded me how I felt back in 2014, when I wrote this post. Raspberries and Strawberries, picked fresh from the bush, the smell of fresh cut hay, on a summers evening hush. A thunderstorm with lightning, flashing in the…
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Oh, Damn it all
Apologies to “Danny Boy” but the tune caught in my thoughts, and so the rhythm of the rhyme mimics the song , of a sort. Oh, damn it all, the grass, the grass is calling, from fence to fence, and down the driveway too, it’s growing fast, my garden’s disappearing, into a jungle green, of lush,…
Ceenoa 
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