Category: Rhyme, Verse & Poetry
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What is it like?
What is it like, to live inside your heart, with one way walls, so you see out but I can’t see in? I’ve visited once or twice, but I never saw anything of you, you were all packed away. One day I will surprise you, with your self all scattered round, and find out who…
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March Moments
I was going to post something here, something sharp and shiny and clear, but when it came to the crunch, the thought cupboard was bare, so I just went out to buy lunch. © ceenoa
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“On This Day” Repost – The Ginger Jar
Facebook has one good feature, (don’t get me started on how many BAD features it has), in that it gives you the “blast from the past” in it’s “On This Day” feature. I enjoy seeing what I was posting years ago, and today this little poem caught my eye and I found myself thinking “that’s…
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Bored – A piece of Wednesday Whimsy
Perhaps I should apologise in advance for the following …..hey, I was bored! I know I not supposed to say it, but sometimes I get bored, and really, when you think about it, it is a stupid, phonetic, sounding word. Am I a board, a piece of holey wood, that’s been nibbled on by borers?…
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The Broadband Blues
I’ve got the broadband blues, had no internet for a month, I’m living on a “hotpsot”, and my mobiles paying dues. Had to ditch my old provider, they couldn’t get it right, rolled the dice to choose another I’ve got the broadband blues. 2/2/2017
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A Change is just a change
I’m stymied and stumped, my freshness has fled, it’s covered by the dust-bunnies that live in my head. I’ve been racking my brains for a new way to blog but my thoughts have been dampened by low lying fog. I don’t want to mimic what others have done, no weak copies here, that wouldn’t be…
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Diminishing Pringles
Oh lovely little Pringles, with your shape that fits my mouth, it’s sad that they’ve diminished you, and given me less to taste. Why did they need to change you? you were perfect as you were, but your makers thought of money, and sadly didn’t care, that your value had degraded, with your newly shrunken…
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A Poem about Nothing
This is a poem about nothing, ’cause nothing is what’s in my head, I really wanted to write something, but my brainwaves all seem to be dead. The empty is rattling loudly, the dust bunnies dancing around, it’s making the Nullarbour Desert, look like flourishing ground. But I shan’t be dissuaded, from making a blog…
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What covers us on the outside
What covers us on the outside, may not be who we are on the inside. If only our skin were like clothes, to easily change when we desire. But we come pre-packaged, according to a code, and those that do not feel the fit, must need to take bold steps, to match their outside to…
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A little bit of silliness
The thought “I feel despondent” popped into my head when I was driving to work one morning earlier this week, (and yes, I do think strange things sometimes, although the constant need to leave your place of comfort and go to work for someone else can tend to do that to a person) and of…
Ceenoa 
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