Category: Poetic Perambulations
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Its Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Christmas, The Poem.
Just some background this was a Writing Group prompt, the title is the entire prompt, in celebration of Christmas and a, I want to say friend but honestly, support worker has been working on poetry lately. Its beginning to feel a lot like Christmas, Sold out signs in every store. You’ve planned and plotted for…
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Exercising the Writing Muscles.
Yes the crazy characters at KSP Writing Centre are still letting me give real people exercises to do. Here’s last week’s: To write about writing is such a drag The only thing worse is my facillitator’s nag Without a life of her own, she’s destroying mine! If I was asleep at home all would be…
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Spring!
Spring is the season of Pollen Relentless attacks without pause Fluttering into our faces Sneaking under closed doors. My face is terribly swollen My nose no longer drips Instead it oozes like molasses Until it inevitably slips. My eyes are perpetually itchy My throat and ears scratch and burn. My head is painful and heavy…
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Smokie – Mighty Hunter or Marshmallow Cloud
I’m Smokie; I’m a hunter! You will not see my like. I follow my prey to the ends of the Earth; Unless its a bit of a hike. My best move is to stay very still, And ambush things that pass. But I get bored quite quickly, If things don’t happen fast. My sister caught…
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Happy Lisa Day
A week late because of computer problems, this was to be Teale’s debut post. But now we are posting it anyway. This idea was born from a conversation with the wonderful & beneficent overlord of the writing circle I humbly attend at KSP Writer’s Centre, the most wonderful place on Earth. Overlord central: Lisa Writing…
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Poemette
I wrote you a poem. It’s really quite short. But I know you won’t mind. Cos you’re such a great sport! This exclusive picture actually shows the co existance of good and evil at the same park!
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A Peaceful Day
I love a peaceful Sunday morning! Waking up before the dawn. Washing hair to stop lice crawling Each a tiny little black prawn. Tabby tries to take an hour; Just to get herself clean, But when all 7 need a shower Her indulgence seems obscene. Then one must be driven miles away. To do homework…
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A Wanna Be Writer’s Lament
I wonder why I can’t write A work to inspire acclaim! It isn’t that I’m not that bright, Or have no talent to my name. With creativity I’m more than blessed. Wisdom floods right out my ears. Yet my writing never quite impressed. My lack of fame brings me to tears. But I finally realised what…
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Spring
Alas it is that time of year when Winter turns to Spring! The weather warms then chills again; to give our lives some zing. The garden flowers? Overtaken by weeds before they have a chance. And stupid people on TV talk of joys of Spring & dance. The pollen flies to every nose & eye, to…
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Brother Warriors
This poem was written a couple of weeks after the previous battle ode; Pride of the Holts, but the poem was lost, until now. Two warriors bound together as brothers true. Yet oft times laughter is overdue. The older brother a giant of grey, Chose to perch throughout the day On a box of boarded card;…