
Atishoo .. Funny word
Onomatopoeiaic
Tissue … Chosen for its sound too?
Loud noise, close your eyes.
Watch your nose explode
Don’t worry you will be ok
It’s only a cold,
Not a small ghost!
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Atishoo .. Funny word
Onomatopoeiaic
Tissue … Chosen for its sound too?
Loud noise, close your eyes.
Watch your nose explode
Don’t worry you will be ok
It’s only a cold,
Not a small ghost!
She’s small, she’s bright,
She’s funny, she’s nice
Black and white,
Cool as ice.
Plays with toys
And catnip mice.
Grace’s has to run
And chases her brother,
Till she’s won.
Gives lots of purrs
And miaows for fun,
She’s my cat,
A cheeky one!
Not a very profound poem, just what I was thinking while looking at these photos of her.
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Oh the bells and whistles
Oh the joy of text.
Tied to my computer
Can’t give it a rest .
Colours lights and art groups
Follow this and that
Games and news and videos
Just another app.
Fake and real and horrible,
Words all torn and turned
Life is just an algorithm
Reality unheard.
Sent from my mobile
Into your old brain
Never been so engaged
With nothing, no real gain.
So put that ruddy phone down
Turn off your all your apps
A call back to reality
Before your life is …
Hacked!

Blue and cold, chill my bones,
Snow falls sifted like icing sugar.
Whorls of wind taking heat away.
to where? Icy fingertips frosted nose,
Ankles and feet lumped with shivers,
Cooled heels , cold arms, breath softly turned to cold fog.
Heating is on but not making a dent in the chilly room.
Yesterday was glorious, brilliant, sunny.
Now I need thermal clothes to encapsulate me.
It may not warm till spring, when suns return heralds warmth.
Till then, head down, under duvet, I try and stay warm.
Winter begins in Autumns arms.
We saw a Robin at a garden centre yesterday. He was flitting through the plants and as I walked towards him he would move on. Then it got to the end of the row and just sat there so I quickly snapped a couple of pictures of it.
His (or her) red breast shone out against the dull brown of the dormant plants
I thought I would try and write a simple haiku to celebrate the bird…..
Red Robin here then
Gone with a quick flit of air
Wings take you away
I’m not sure I have mastered the style yet. But I enjoy trying.

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….
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