Tag: poetry
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5 Ways Too… New Years… Kitten
It’s a picture of my kitten to tempt you all to take a look, I need traffic on my website cos I want to sell my book. I’ve been writing and reediting until it’s made me sick. And to get my kid to illustrate I’ve had to use a stick. I know I have ignored…
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I Writied A Thing
Tuesday Writer’s club, you know the sad shadow of my time in KSP (cursed be that place), when Alex, Tabby, Charlie and I sit at the dining room table and pretend we can still pretend to learn to write. A really nice guy joins us. Anyway today we did an exercise in honour of Troglet…
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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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My darkness
As the pain deepens The chasm widens Every approach from either side Does some more damage The gulf more wide I speak to my children I try to explain Then fall back into habit and only complain They don’t understand me To me they’re a mystery The harder we struggle The harder we try We’re…
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I Am Awake, Shut Up Mum
In order to wake Alex from a dissociative/mute/withdrawn episode I sometimes use songs that attract her attention and simultaneously offer a reward if she can repeat the song. Singing a funny song preferably with actions wakes her up. By the time she can sing the song properly she is ready to safely walk around. This…
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The Other Woman
Why have you deserted me, why run to Her? Our life may be humdrum, but what’s the great lure? Cherise was so loving, never far did she stray, Now at the Granny flat she tries to stay! I lost all my children; one, two, three, four… For the sweets or the freedom or perhaps something…
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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!