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Promises

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I promise to do my best to do my duty to God, to serve the Queen and help other people and keep the Brownie Guide law

Well that was a promise I broke, I’ve broken a few in my time and that is probably how it should be because we are always changing.  I’m not the young girl who made that promise all those years ago.  Or am I the woman who promised to worship and obey my ex-husband.  In fact, worshipping him went out the window not soon after he walked out the door.

We constantly change ourselves, our views and capabilities.  I told mum I would’t talk to strangers, I promised her I wouldn’t.  I absolutely love talking to strangers now and the stranger the better!  I mean, how would you ever make friends if you didn’t talk to strangers.

I think there should be a time span on promises.  I promise for the next year, or until I’m grown up and clever I won’t talk to strangers.  Oh and then maybe the apart from, like Santa when I sit on his lap, or the policeman when I get lost.  The more I think about it the more I think promises are ridiculous things invented to scare children!

Some I do keep, like if I promise not to tell a secret, I can be trusted with confidences, I will take them to the grave but as for the rest, I’m not really into promises 😉

Daily Prompt: Flattery

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Your beauty is beyond compare,

you sing exquisitely.

You are the angel in my world,

as graceful as can be.

I find I’m lost within your eyes,

pools of emerald green.

With elfin face and lips so sweet,

like never ever seen.

Your cookery gastronomic,

your poetry divine.

Your generosity knows no bounds,

your so very, very kind.

All this love I’m giving to you,

though you will never see.

I’m so shallow,

and despicable,

to use such flattery  😉

via Daily Prompt: Flattery

Following

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I’m following you, 

as I like what you say.

Some of those words, 

stay with me for days.

Turning over and over, 

while I work my thoughts out.

Then occasionally I don’t get, 

what your talking about.

But that’s why I follow, 

your working my mind.

Interesting posts being rare, 

and so hard to find.

Keep me entertained, 

please write me some more.

The ideas that you have, 

I chew over and store.

You really enchant me, 

I think it’s your brain.

I will keep on returning, 

again and again. 

I might not make comment, 

just click on the like.

But that doesn’t mean, 

it wasn’t alright. 

It’s just that I’m thinking, 

you do that to me.

My own ideas change, 

I wish you could see.

Don’t follow me back, 

if I don’t stimulate you

It would be nice if you did, 

but not really true.  🙂

I Read..

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I jump into the open book, 

I take it for a spin.

Immerse myself in words of love, 

poetry and sin.

Uncover buried feelings, 

I understand the plot.

Driving round the dialogue, 

pausing at full stops.

Contemplating meaning,

and what it says to me.

Will it stay in my memories,

time will only see.

On reaching the destination,

I use the parking break.

To tour the land of literature,

is never a mistake.


Luck

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It’s a bit like chasing shiny buttons,

or finding stones with holes

within that tiny glimmer of certain luck,

our lives they can revolve.

Oh, to find the rainbows end,

as from children we are told,

there’ll sure to be a goblin standing there,

with a pot of gold.

What about the lottery,

and the millions we can win.

To have a chance of all that cash

need to make sure we’re in.

I’m turning the top card over,

to tell me what will be.

Can the tarot really answer,

does it connect with me.

Are we missing out on treasures,

around us in every way,

When we set our sights so far afield,

are we loosing out today.

So I might just stop my searching,

be content with what I’ve got

As when it boils right down to it,

I think I have the lot.

……………………

I wrote this for fun after buying my 130 million euro lottery ticket for tonight 😉

Liking my Own Company 

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I’m not lonely anymore now, I just like to be alone.

If you need me you can get me, I’ll always have my phone.

I’ve got used to my own company, I don’t worry what I say.

If you interrupt my solitude, you’ll have to go away.

It’s funny being by yourself, you have no one to blame.

No one turns the TV over, as that’s the greatest pain.

One plate and pan for washing up, a minute or so to do.

It’s not that I’m not interested, not that I don’t like you.

I’ve just got rather long in the tooth, prefer my own company.

So do me a favour and bugger off,  I’m happier when it’s only me.

Facade – DP

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Your life is just an illusion, you will realise it one day

masquerade without the ball, why care what others say

the mask you wear to cover up, does not fit your face

with a semblance of dignity, you’d get out of this race.

Why do you hide your true self, behind this gross facade

keeping this act ongoing, must be so incredibly hard

the veil in which you stand behind, is wearing very thin

I suggest you face reality and let you real friends in.

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Facade

Writers Write

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So your mind is full of  random words,

weird sentences in parts.

You want to get it down somehow,

but don’t know where to start.

So you want to be a writer,

maybe write that book one day.

 Writers, write you know not talk,

that is all that I can say.

 

So you have read all the classics,

although your not too sure.

Plan to read more before you write,

as ideas you want to store.

You want to write a blockbuster,

that would work as a screenplay.

Writers, write you know not talk,

that is all that I can say.

 

Ideas pop into your mind,

but you never jot them down.

and then they pop right out again,

they are nowhere to be found.

Your looking for inspiration,

until then plan is vague.

Writers, write you know not talk,

that is all that I can say.

 

Your going to buy some post it notes,

to capture all your dreams.

Leave some paper by your bed,

you won’t be needing reams.

Your going to write tomorrow,

or maybe the next day.

Writers, write you know not talk,

that is all that I can say.

 

You worry about what others will think,

your not good at criticism.

You’ll keep your writing to yourself,

until you find your rhythm.

Then you’ll emerge a great writer,

it’s what the critics will say.

Writers, write you know not talk,

that is all that I can say.

 

Storm

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Looking out my window, it is so clear that you are there,

whipping the trees like custard, a tile flying in the air.

birds have flown to outwit you, or hiding in the trees,

hard rain washing windows, though it’s difficult to see.

Who knew a storm was coming, did the weatherman lie,

did you sneak up from nowhere, to take us by surprise.

Bang, and the bin fell over, the garbage is doing a dance

will you be gone by lunchtime, is there the slightest chance?