Tag: Whimsy
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Sock Juggling
Last night I had a dream …. and since this is MY dream, you can be assured it was not of your pedestrian, fluffy clouds and cats, happily ever-after variety of dream. No, in MY dream I composed and sang a poem about sock-juggling, whilst sock-juggling! (Essential supplies for sock-juggling dreamers) Now, I…
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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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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,…
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The ToyBox
words, raw and chaotic spilling like an upturned toybox, a riot of colour and shape and size, waiting to be sorted, to be loved or discarded and ultimately, reduced to black type on white screen. the gleeful joy of the upended toybox, now constrained by order. who can say which is best to convey meaning?…
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If you went down to the woods today
If you went down to the woods today, did you walk in sunshine or stand in the shadow? If you went down to the woods today, did you dance in the leaves or recline in the wallow? If you went down to the woods today, did you walk on the wide or step on…
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Bunny Leavings
The little fluffy bunnies, have now all skipped away, and left behind their leavings, their eggs, on Easter Day. I cannot understand it, how bunnies can lay eggs, especially with shells that shine, in colours: blue, green, gold and red. And when you crack them open, instead of yellow yoke, they are all sadly empty,…
Ceenoa 
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