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
I am a little Orchid
Rhyme
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 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
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 –
© ceenoa
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,
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
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.
© ceenoa
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
No Alcohol was Involved
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!
© ceenoa
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.
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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!
© ceenoa
I skipped the visuals for this one – it just seemed the appropriate thing to do!
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 them,
from the place that they are hid,
and when I am feeling broken,
I gently lift off the lid.
© ceenoa
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” soul,
and happy lasts longer than clean, don’t you know!
I can’t wash the windows, sorry, not today,
my grandson left finger kisses on his last stay,
and it would be un-grandmotherly mean,
to destoy his art just to make them clean!
I’m not washing dishes, the clothes or the floors,
I’m not cooking food, cleaning windows or doors,
I’m doing MY stuff, and having some fun,
the housework can wait until I am done.
Oh, and if you don’t like that, then let me suggest,
that you don’t visit, or, better yet,
do come for a visit, and if you,re concerned,
you clean my house, and I’ll watch and learn!
© ceenoa
