Dare to Be

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

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

Discombobulated Flow

I’d been feeling discombobulated,
by things within my house,
and so I had to move them round,
till I ran out of space.

I put them there,
and pushed them here,
I lifted and I shifted,
at a ferocious pace.

It didn’t matter what I did,
I couldn’t make them fit,
it jangled and it jarred me,
that I couldn’t find their place.

So I resorted to my usual,
I started chucking out,
the things that were annoying me,
which brought a smile to my face.

It’s not completely perfect,
but then, what really is?
but flow has been restored somewhat,
and I’ll accept that grace.

 

©  ceenoa

No Alcohol was Involved

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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

 

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.

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!

 

‘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