Tag: Verse
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Sassy Orchids – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
Sassy orchids when life is a bore and you want something more get out your plates and ring up some mates load the board up and fill up your cup ’cause a serving of sass helps the time to pass. © Ceenoa
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Burn Bright – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
Burn bright, but slowly allow the flame to light your world with warmth and as embers glow tend them gently so the spark remains till end of day © Ceenoa
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Dance – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
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
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Red Land – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
Red Land I am the heart in heat and rock unyielding, yet giving gently bound in a timeless land generations waiting to be heard to be seen Redland © Ceenoa
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Lady of Bones – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
My joint art exhibition with my sister has been absolutely fantastic so far. I have made a nice amount of sales and met some interesting people and had lovely conversations. In the quiet time between visitors one day, I decided to challenge myself to write a piece about each art work I have sold –…
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I am a little Orchid
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
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I’ve know I’ve been gone
I know i’ve been gone, for a very long time, and most likely I will be again, it’s just that some things had taken my mind, to a place where there was no rhyme. to a person who “verses” that is not very good, to be stuck in that place was hard on my heart,…
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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…
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Her Name
she cannot be contained destruction her desire she rages she runs her path unfettered and leaping death dancing her name is spoken by broken hearts in ashes she touches us all there or here with fear for we are fools who forgot her dark lessons now she runs amok incandescant with power burning all bushfire…
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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…
Ceenoa 
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