Tag: Rhyme
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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”…
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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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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,…
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A Brainy Rhyme
I want to declutter my brain, to get rid of the names, of people I’ve met, that I’d rather forget, I want to declutter my brain. I want to declutter my brain, of memories that pain, and let go of that mess, and have more space, not less, I want to declutter my brain. I…
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“On This Day” Repost – Baggage
Seems that 31 October 2014 was a good day for writing – 3 posts came up in my FB feed today. Of the 3, I decided I liked this one best. If you’re interested, the original post can be found here. Baggage People think of baggage, as something that is bad, to be discarded soon as,…
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Spring has Sprung
Oh, Spring has sprung, the sun does shine, but I’m stuck inside, and doing time. I’ve got “the bug”, in throat and head, and backache’s forced me out of bed. I long to sit out in the sun, looking at it’s not enough, but I know that if I move, I’ll stir up this hacking…
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Rhythm of a Rhyme
I haven’t written much, in such a long, long time, I am not sure that I remember, how to craft a rhyme. Is it the rhythm of the words, that lulls your brain to sleep, that allows the nonesense that I write, to not cause you to weep? It’s like a swaying dance, a dangle…
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It’s been a while
i thought some thoughts and typed them, here upon this screen, and then I accidentally wiped them, and now they are unseen! © ceenoa
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Not the C F Lullaby
Dear Bloggy-friend Lily, I promised you a lullaby, and I had composed a cracker of one driving to work on Tuesday, but as usual I had forgotten it by the time I was anywhere I could write it down. All I remember now was that I was going to call it “The C F Lullaby”. …
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The Button
It’s little things that push, the buttons that say “don’t”, you always think you’ll know, but you really ever won’t. There’s just the hiss of vacuum, as the air goes rushing out, when the button touches circuits, that say “now it’s time to shout”. And after it’s all over, and the button has popped back,…
Ceenoa 
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