Tag: Verse
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Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #15
Promise of coffee lost to the dubious gift of the world wide web © ceenoa
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Melancholic Musings
I’m not one of those who goes travelling for fun. I would rather sit home than roam under the sun. Time, dissolve like a mist so this can be done.
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The Secret Vice
Oh I know I shouldn’t do it – it will fill me with remorse – so I listen to your good advice, nod, and say “of course”. But in the secret moments when no-one is around I give in to my impulse and the pleasure to be found. They urge me not to do it,…
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Question 26 – The Shrug Factor
What do you do when you can’t get an answer from your daughter? This is what I do! my daughter’s got “shrug-i-tus” she doesn’t know what to do so I gave her a box of crayons and she coloured herself blue my daughter’s now multi-coloured with a smile as bright as the sun who knew…
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Hippos
I don’t know how I missed the hippos, who tromped all over me, they must have been in stealth mode, which is why I didn’t see. I think they did the tango, on my bed whilst I was asleep, or perhaps it was a polka, and my aches will last a week. I’ve got the…
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Season of the Rhyme
gurglingburblingsmiling little face innocenthappinessoblivious to fate lovingsorrowseasons of the rhyme ageingragingbegrudging passing time yearningreturningto an earlier youth facingacceptinglife’s eternal truth growingdecayingearth’s recycling plan rising fallingthe history of man © ceenoa
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A Friday Nonsense
I need to write a poem, about what, I do not know, I just need to get the words down, to make the blah blah go. I’m feeling kinda worn out, the work week has been long, so if I have a little tipple, that wouldn’t be too wrong? It’s just a little glass of…
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Meerkat
I am a meerkat why I’m called that I don’t know for if I had my own choice there’s a different title I’d bestow upon myself and family and relatives untold from beginning to the here and now from youngest to the old there’s nothing “meer” about us we’re sleek and cute and fine so…
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What price for reality?
Are there other worlds, other lives that can be lived, in dimensions I can’t see, where part of us we hid? If you were not with me, I would not wish to go, for only us in this world, can become my whole. © ceenoa 20/5/2014
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Do you know?
A classic story, lives spun around a world a whirl a boy and girl the day is long, but moments short an itch to soothe a rock to move decisions loom, like hydra heads a choice to make a road to take © 19/5/2014
Ceenoa 
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