So long, and thanks for the words

I’m taking a break from my blog
it’s become a really hard slog
to publish a post
when what I want most
is not to be bothered at all.

So thanks for all that I’ve read
and the images formed in my head
from your pictures and blurbs
and reading your words
has filled my heart with delight.

So it’s goodbye from me
and we shall see
if a 2019 blog is meant to be.

© ceenoa

P.S  I wish you all a safe, peaceful and loving Festive Season, may the Universe fill your hearts, and lives with joy and kindness overflowing.

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‘Neath the Bed

I went a little mad today,
and vacuumed ‘neath the bed,
it’s not my normal housework style,
to clean what can’t be seen,
i’m more a fan of neat and tidy,
and a quick superficial clean.

but I’d bought a brand new vacuum,
– so I had to try it out –
it’s an upright, with a lift off can,
and a sucky spout!
so I used it on the skirting boards,
and then glimpsed beneath the bed.

oh, I know that I should do it,
much more often than I do,
but it’s such a major undertaking,
and ignorance is bliss,
until the carpet changes colour,
which is a sign that you can’t miss.

so I had to move my heavy bed,
and push it round the room,
I might have moved it ten times,
’cause in the end I just lost track,
and I suppose that it was worth it,
though i’ve gone and hurt my back.

So here there is a lesson,
if you’re just a bit like me,
do not buy a brand new vacuum,
and test it in your room,
and do not look beneath your bed,
else you might meet a dusty doom.

© ceenoa

Having an Irky!

I’m having an irky today,
I’ve been in my PJ’s all day,
I slouched to the couch,
when I got out of bed,
and here I shall probably stay.

I’m having an irky today,
it’s what happens when you are not,
as sick as you could be,
nor as well as you should be,
and you feel just a bit more than “off”.

So I’m having an irky today,
but I hope by tomorrow it’s done,
and that a good sleep tonight,
will put it to flight,
and the irky will then be all gone.

© ceenoa

Thoughtless Unplugging

I’m on the third night of no broadband internet connection, and this is how it happened:

the urge to move the furniture
came suddenly upon me,
alas the urge caused failure
of the internet connection thingy!

“““““““
my modem is senile
it’s forgot who it is
now it can’t do it’s duty
because of this.

i pulled out the plugs
without flicking the switch
one small unthought action
has now caused a big hitch!

the modem’s not working
won’t connect like it ought
and now the last option is to call
“Tech Support”.

there’s a 40 minute call queue
before I get to point 1
then another 40 minute waiting
till I can get something done.

I’ve given it up as a bad job tonight
so I’m writing my blog via my mobile’s “hotspot”
and rueing that wilfull unplugging
which caused internet loss!

Sunday Evening

It’s nice to get to Sunday evening without panic setting in,
to not feel stressed and anxious,
as to what the next work day will bring.

To know I have a job that I enjoy going to,
with each Wednesday off
as a special bonus too.

It’s really quite conducive to bringing out my best,
To know each Monday morning
it’s just two days till I can have a rest!

© ceenoa

Apologies to Banjo

There was movement in the paddock, for the sight had got around
that the chick from Old Ma White had got away
and had joined the wild bush turbo hens – she was worth 5 cents all told,
predictably no neighbours had gathered to the fray.
For they didn’t care for livestock, which they let wander anywhere
and it made me wild to see their disregard,
for I’d oft had to remove their livestock from my garden and my lawn,
and chasing goats and chooks just makes me mad.

© ceenoa

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If you have never read the poem “The Man From Snowy River” by A.B. “Banjo” Paterson- which was one of my all-time favourite poems as a younger person, I could recite all 13 verse by memory at one stage – do yourself a favour and check it out here.

Slug

slug

I am a  squishy slug
on the barrow of your life,
you picked me up and flicked me
which wasn’t really nice.
I agree that I do not
have much to offer you,
yet still I have a purpose
just as you do too.
In case you might be wondering
what purpose that might be,
it’s to leave the silver slime trails
that appear haphazardly.
There is a secret message
if you learn to read them right,
in simple terms it reads
you should respect my life!

© ceenoa

The Revenge of the Tim Tam’s

I ate a whole packet of Tim Tam’s
and then was consumed with guilt
but they got their revenge
because in the end
they affected the way I was built!

I ate a whole packet of Tim Tam’s
they were yummy, and “melt in the mouth”
but they got their revenge
because in the end
my north has now moved to south!

I ate a whole packet of Tim Tam’s
they enticed me with chocolate seduction
but they got their revenge
because in the end
I’ll now need to have liposuction!

I ate a whole packet of Tim Tam’s
whilst my willpower was at a new low
but they got their revenge
because in the end
my cholesterol is ready to blow.

I ate a whole packet of Tim Tam’s
not learning from my past mistakes
but they got their revenge
because in the end
I’ve now got a Lapband and only drink “shakes”!

© ceenoa

The Fuel of the World

I see them marching off to work,
encouragement clutched in hand,
their symbol of endurance grasped,
like a runner with the Olympic torch.

No dawdling gait, but at a brisk walk,
drones scurrying off to drudgery,
from plastic, cardboard, or thermos cup
sip quickly now – no time for talk.

A staple of the working day,
the fuel that runs the world,
the brown, crushed beans of sustenance,
– make mine a large latte!

© ceenoa