From the Heart
With vigour I’ll move forward,
maybe a with touch of vim.
Take a big step to the future,
where a new life will begin.
Enthusiasm is vital now,
I have to keep my spark.
Needing strength to see it through,
I want to make my mark.
Packing up my life in boxes,
rolling up my sleeves.
With vigour I’ll move forward,
just make it simple please.
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In Response to The Daily Prompt – Vigour
No my dear, that’s quite enough,
I’m fully satisfied.
Yes I did have second helpings,
I gave it another try.
I couldn’t get another thing down,
yes, that was plenty.
No, I can assure you dear,
my stomach is far from empty.
I am well and truly sated,
I couldn’t face anything else.
Please don’t feed me any more,
that was just fine by itself.
No, I couldn’t possibly face,
any more cheese and crackers.
I don’t think I’ll eat for a week,
I’m definitely not a slacker.
I’m starting to get a little concerned,
I’ve eaten too much of this stuff.
I can honestly assure you dear,
I really have had enough.
Is there another motive here,
like something in the food.
No I’m really not joking,
nor would I want to be rude
I think your trying to choke me,
please pass me the red wine.
I just need to rinse my mouth out,
it surely must be home time.
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Response to The Daily Prompt – Sated
Happy Thanks Giving Holiday to my American Followers. Hope you’ve had your fill 😉
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It was more than a little chaotic,
but I wasn’t going to fail.
I’ve done that post-a-day so long,
I would certainly prevail.
So at ten minutes to midnight,
yes, chaotic was the word.
I was trying to be philosophical,
which is totally absurd.
But I got there at the last minute,
I hope that you’ll agree.
Or at least pretend your happy,
to see that post from me 😉
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In response to the Daily Prompt – Chaotic
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Dearest universe, could you please oblige,
and help me find my way.
I find inspiration comes into my head,
but nothing really stays.
I want to apply myself and be worthwhile,
try to do some good.
I’d love to write about love and kindness,
I’m also told I should.
But that’s a dream and a hobby too,
not how I will live each day.
I want to work with what I love,
but also something that pays.
I like to create and I like to inspire,
I like to help people recover.
I understand trauma and listen too,
I’m a bit of an earth mother.
Can you direct me to where I should be,
send me on my way.
In anticipation, with kindest regards,
oh, please don’t you delay.
I tried so hard to elicit his interest,
I really went out of my way.
My dream you see was all so clear,
I wanted him to stay.
With painted my lips I flashed a smile,
but that never worked.
I think he thought my sexy smile,
was just a childish smirk.
I leaned in close with perfume on,
drifting under his nose.
He just opened the window
that I’d made sure was closed.
I spoke about the arts you see,
hoped he’d think me cultured.
But I made a grand faux par,
that left the boy in ruptures.
Well if I wanted a reaction,
I think I’d certainly got one back.
I tried so hard to elicit the interest,
of that wonderful boy named Jack.
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Response to Daily Prompt Word – Elicit
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I used to rub it on my lamb,
but then I gave up meat.
Although I still like rosemary,
it makes a dish a treat.
I sprinkle on potatoes,
as they are roasting in the pan.
I grow it on the window ledge,
and pick it wild when I can.
I love the purple flowers,
I’ve been known to eat them too.
Oh, sweet aromatic rosemary,
what would we do without you.
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~ fun response to The Daily Prompt word – Aromatic
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I halted at the Basil plants,
at the local store today.
One moment I was standing there,
then somewhere far away.
I was back in our small kitchen,
that basil’s with me too.
It’s so funny how the smell of it,
leads me straight to you.
The aroma of the kitchen stays,
reminds me of my youth.
Of the dishes you prepared with it,
homemade that’s the truth.
Bruschetta with ripe tomatoes,
oil with basil chopped on top.
The thick pesto, green and fragrant,
we had to eat the lot.
Sprinkled on the crispy pizzas,
dressing each and every dish.
For you to come back to the kitchen,
would be my only wish.
So I bought the aromatic plant,
and I put it up on the sill.
As I breath it in each morning,
I’ll pretend your with me still.
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Response to the Daily Prompt word – Aromatic
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With a lid you know it’s a pie,
without it’s surely a tart.
There’s some can be more rustic,
then others a’ la carte
I’d fill mine up with gooseberries,
my culinary dream
Served straight out of the oven,
with a dollop of vegan cream.
Daily Prompt – Tart
I went fishing for the moon tonight,
it did not shown its face.
The moon down here was hidden,
from the human race.
So much for a super moon,
I hear an extra one at that.
All we got was sea mist,
or was it fish and chip fat.
I’m extremely disappointed,
I thought it would be huge.
I think the moons not playing fair,
in fact I’d call it rude.
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Late response to the Daily Prompt – Fish, I wrote it last night after searching for the moon
Take me to those lofty heights,
up there in the clouds
Where you and I can be alone,
away from all the crowds.
Sprinkle me with fairy dust
and take me by the hand.
Lead me to that special place,
in that secret wonderland.
Kiss me like your hungry,
devour me with your eyes.
Hold me tight for all eternity,
drown out all my cries.
Take me to those lofty heights,
the place where we belong.
Take me while I’m dreaming,
that you might come along.
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Responce to Daily Prompt – Lofty
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