Rhyme – Ceenoa

Dance – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge

06/06/202206/06/2022Claudette4 Comments

Dance

when the breeze

ruffles the grass

can you see

the graceful dance?

a gentle waltz,

the dip and sway,

a stately pavane,

or just winds play?

© Ceenoa

I am a little Orchid

23/10/202023/10/2020Claudette8 Comments

I am a little orchid,
and I feel a little awkward,
'cause I know I should look pretty,
but I think that term's a little iffy,
'cause i'm kinda spiderlike!

Australian Native “Common Bird” Orchid – Chiloglottis Valida

Habit & Pattern

04/04/202004/04/2020Claudette9 Comments

Hydrangeo Heart (2)

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 person of process
do this, then this, and then that
when something is not in it’s order
in has a flow on effect

I’m starting to find a new pattern
it is wobbly, when I long for smooth
but a good life is never a constant
and repetition will eventually soothe

I am a person of habit
but that rhythm can lead you astray
so I’m working on new ways of being
as I wait through these “stay at home” days

© ceenoa

Giving up Chai

26/10/2019Claudette8 Comments

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 day –

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– three lattes a day was excessive –
I don’t know what I’ll drink now
– my cravings might be quite expressive –

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– when I don’t like giving things up –
I like a hot drink and time to think
– so deprivation might be kinda rough –

Dare to Be

09/08/201909/08/2019Claudette10 Comments

If you Dare wig cropped — “If You Dare” – Raquel Welch Wig

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,
at the colour I wear or the length of my hair.

So be slightly crazy
the times getting shorter
until all that is left
is the things that you “oughta”
do.

© ceenoa

A Crown of Feathers

30/06/2019Claudette6 Comments

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 she liked herself.

She wore a crown of feathers
one visible, one unseen,
she wore a crown of feathers
let them wonder what it means,
when she takes to the sky
as she learns
to fly.

Chocnanigans

23/04/2019Claudette2 Comments

Bunny ears Me

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.

No Alcohol was Involved

04/01/2019Claudette33 Comments

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i broke my ankle on New Years Eve,
on a simple attempt to cross the street.
my feet moved off before my head,
and so i tripped right off the edge.

I broke both bones in my left leg,
“we’ll call an ambulance” they said,
but 2 hours later I still waited
getting more agitated.

so in the end to my car i hopped,
and my kidlet drove to the hospital and stopped.
they told me I would have to stay,
for an operation the next day.

I’ve had to have a plate put in,
securely fixed with 7 pins,
and part of a bone they couldn’t fix,
has now been given the surgeons flick.

so now I hop, and scoot round in my chair,
6 whole weeks no weight to bear,
and i think each time i see my foot,
before i moved I should have looked!

The Loo

02/11/201802/11/2018Claudette17 Comments

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.

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there’s a poo in my loo!
it had been well hid, till I lifted the lid,
and a poo in the loo,
when you go for a wee, is not something you want to see.

oh, that poo in the loo,
who left it there? and do I really care?
but the poo in the loo,
says they need a lesson, in remembering to push the button!

so the door to the room of the poo in my loo
now displays note, on which I wrote:
you left a poo in my loo –
next time don’t rush, and remember to FLUSH!

I skipped the visuals for this one – it just seemed the appropriate thing to do!

The Lid

14/06/2018Claudette14 Comments

I gathered them up and put them,
Copper and Silver Lidded Resin Bowl (7) in a place they could be hid,
and just to make sure they couldn’t escape.
I covered them with a lid.