Rhyme

Giving up Chai

Claudette8 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 –

© ceenoa

Dare to Be

Claudette10 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

Claudette6 Comments

IMG_20190629_171713She 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

No Alcohol was Involved

Claudette33 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!

© ceenoa

 

The Loo

Claudette17 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!

© ceenoa

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

 

The Lid

Claudette14 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.

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

Claudette24 Comments

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

A Shed

Claudette19 Comments

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 to have a shed,
a Sister’s Shed I’d have
to share the fun of art,
with those of similar heart,
oh, I’d love to have shed.

© ceenoa

Oh, Damn it all

Claudette29 Comments

evening-grassApologies 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, and knee-high grass.

Oh, damn it all,
the grass, the grass is calling,
and I must go,
and get the mower out,
to cut the grass,
when I’d rather I was doing,
anything else, but sitting here,
and thinking grassy thoughts.

And I’ll be back,
next week to do the same thing,
for it is Spring,
and this is what it does,
it torments me,
this verdant, grassy greeness,
so I will go,
and slay it to the ground.

Oh, damn it all,
the grass, the grass is calling,
and I must mow,
and cut it to the ground,
the rain and sun,
will work all week to heal it,
and it will grow again,
and so the vicious circle goes.

© ceenoa

 

P.S.  Now, admit it – did you try and sing it to the tune? 🙂