On reflection time is just a man made thing. ©willowdot21
One-Liner Wednesday: Time.
Tag: thoughts
One – Liner Wednesday. North Star.
One liner Wednesday.
“In the face of adversity, we have a choice. We can be bitter, or we can be better. Those words are my North Star.”
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Colleen Chesebro’s #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 206 #SYNONYMSONLY
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This week, Kerfe Roig selected the words:
“mingle and drift“
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Gentle thoughts mingle
Before they softly drift off
Tenderly as one.
Harsh thoughts crash and bash your mind.
Never turn the eyes that’s blind
Acrostic Autumn Poem and Autumn thoughts.
Here are two Autumnal Poems I wrote back in 2014.
All the leaves are dancing swirling down
Undulating in the breeze round and round
Tumbling rumblings underground
Urgently creatures searching for their stores underground.
Mists in the mornings, chilly nights soon be fireworks after Halloween frights!
New seasons Harvest Moon, witches and pumpkin men will be here soon!
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Chilly winds are swooping round corners and whipping up the leaves
Early morning porridge, make sure you wrap up the cold will nip your skin.
Summer sadly has taken her up her shoes and left us the dark mornings to grieve.
Ready for the harvest ready for shorter days
Time to get out your winter coats and your furry boots
The long and lazy days of summer have vanished in a haze.
Cars driving with their lights on early, listen out for their warning toots!
Hedgehog in Reverse: A Poem
It is so hard to stay away even though circumstances demand I must. So Here I am with my heart on my sleeve again. Just a quick visit to get an annoying set of words off my brain and out of my heart.
Hedgehog in reverse
It is such a curse
Deeper each day
The barbs don’t go away.
Piercing deeper than deep
Through my brain they seep
Sometimes they make me fall
Always they sting and make me small.
I close my mind to fears
When verbal barbs assault my ears
There is no where I can go
There is just no escape I know
NaPoWriMo Day 13 Walking in the rain
Today is day 13 of NaPoWriMo Today’s prompt is to write a poem on what we see when on a walk , I also wrote some of the random thoughts that come into your head when out on that walk.
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Walking in the rain
Pull my hood up against the rain,
with your hood up the drops are not such a pain.
Down the sheltered path towards the fields
No one trims the bushes, so you need to keep your eyes peeled.
Opps! mind the dog mess, careless owners are such a pest!
I’d like to find them and rub their noses in the mess!
Through the gate and along the cinder path
Look at the squirrels dashing about , they do make me laugh.
Wave to friends walking their lovely pets
They all pick up their dog’s mess not one of them forgets!
I bet you think I am ranting on about dog poo!
Sorry that is not what I intended to do!
Turn off the path and enter the field past the slide and swings
Usually busy with children but in this rain they are neglected things.
Lots of memories come flooding back of the boys dashing here and there
Shouting playing having fun a call of ,” time to go”, answered by a chorus of “It’s not fair!”
They’re all men with busy lives, yes they’ve grown and flown
Sometime soon they will walk here with me with children of their own .
Cross the field, now a park yet I remember when we first came here
It was still part of a farm . We trod carefully up the path for of cows I had a fear!
No cows now, to the right a pleasant view and to my left hundreds of houses
Some ordered and plain, some bedecked with Wisteria looking like brightly coloured blouses!
Reach the top and out the gate to meet the main road atop the hill
busy now full of cars and lorries, time was it was quiet and still.
Down the road towards the town past the auction rooms and the church
The old police station now flats across from the Tudor House on which the Magpies perch.
Boom the noise hits you now for we are in the town with people hustling
Up and down busy with their lives in and out of the shops bustling.
We’ve got buildings old and new and coffee shops galore
We have all the shops you get in towns now , a library, restaurants and more.
It’s Saturday and the market is on, such a shame it’s cold and raining.
The people on the stalls look wet and cold but their demeanor shows they are not complaining.
Walking past the clothes shops and the nail bars, they are popular in our town we have three!
Estate agents, and coffee shops plus some household names, its buzzing here such a lot to see.
At the big church at the other end of town opposite the pub I turn back on to my route
There is traffic coming at me and the wind and rain, the drivers are impatient listen to them toot.
I often wonder if they think harassing pedestrians like me is fair game.
I always like to think that I drive well, I wonder if like them, I am just the same?
Follow this road I love, lined each side with houses and with trees
They have built so much along here since we came, planners, no more please.
OH! nearly home the high hedges of our house I can spy
Damn I am really wet now soaked by a careless driver passing by!
Oh! well at least I am nearly home and I can change my clothes
The kettle won’t take long to boil and there are new biscuits, yes I’ll have one of those.
It is always good to have a walk and let the mind and memory roam free
Fresh air, even if wet , people and sights to see then when you get home again a lovely cup f tea.
REMEMBERING
In the early evening after glow I relax and let my feelings flow. I let my mind reach for the stars and imagine a long lasting kiss to be reacquainted with joy and bliss.
Stretching out my arms remembering your charms. Feeling the warmth that you aroused in me, thinking of the strength you give me that sets me free.
The rain beats a dance against the window pain, the leaves on the tree wipe the rain from the glass just like tears that fall again and again. It reminds me that all things must pass.
I can see the empty street as the light begins to fade and the street lamps come to life just a fairy glade. The raindrops glint like silver as they fall through the yellow light towards the pavement disappearing like life into the darkening night.
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