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A poem of spellchecker words…….
I tried the same way but
Sent from my old phone.
I enjoy the rest of the day,
Pearly white hair on the sofa,
Sent from my black bag,
Cause a bit of a victorian painting
Sent from my old address ,
So sharp and fine with the barn dance
I’m a little bit worried about the snow.
Its a bit like an expensive weekend.
Sent from my old version of my head.
Pegasus Flies high
Up into the cerulean deep blue sky
Never to return
I thought I would try out another haiku. Maybe I should do limericks too!
I’m not a poet, and I know it!
A riot of colour
Sent my soaring mind over board
Into dazzling hues
I just thought I would try…syllables 5-7-5….
Glowing embers shine
Flying leaves heat the cold sky anew
Autumn falls golden
What a beautiful cat, so sweet so cute,
Sitting there on the counter top.
Let me just get my camera?
Where is it, oh over there..
Just a sec, gotta get the settings right,
It’s dark in here so,
400 iso I think…..
Better get the focus right.
Ok, almost ready,
Ah you are a cute cat,
Head rubs and purrs,
Now for the photo. .
Hold still…..
He’s gone….
She may be a drawing, a face, a gaze from afar,
She is a woman, a girl, a mother, a sister.
She has feelings, emotions, can laugh and cry,
She sees you, cares for us, hates war and injustice.
She is equal not more, but not less, she counts.
Women and Girls, Mothers and Sisters
=
Men and Boys, Fathers and Brothers.
And
Any other genders that present themselves
=
Human.
Equation complete.
Too many things to play with on this phone…
Green and purple,
Orange and red.
Put it down
And go to bed !
Crash.! Copper leaves rattle to the ground,
Metallic green willow leaves whirl around,
Dizzy spinning red acers, palm shaped, flutter into drifts.
Glowing gold Oak petals shimmer by the canal.
Hidden deep in a pile of leaves a cat waits to pounce on a wood mouse.
Flying like snow the fiery beech leaves burn into the blue sky.
Evergreens wave in envy, wishing they could change colour too.
Waiting for winter the trees stand proud, their autumn uniforms shimmer and billow.
Soon the gaudy clothes will be gone, and nude and chilly the trees will await a soft green spring.
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Oh is there light here?
Is there white, bright, shining light?
So sharp and fine. Like a sharks tooth,
Pearly white, strong and mighty.
Toothy, polished, grinning white?
Shining from above, gleaming, dazzling.
Shattering, cool like marble, alabaster, chalk?
Oh so very bright, beacon, fire,
Glowing, not glimmering. Showing me the way.
Sleep is fine for the cat,
Sixteen hours a day, rain or shine.
A wash behind the ears as he awakes,
A sniff of his paw, then cleans his face.
Time for breakfast/lunch/dinner
And cold, fresh, water.
Then off outside to peruse the birds.
See what’s on his territory.
Ginger from next door??
A swipe and it runs away…
Later as the sun sets,
Paw over nose
Cat again in a doze.
Mallaband-Brown