Tag: rhyme

Sincere – DP

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A moment of your time please,

I want to make it clear

If I comment on your writing,

I’m being quite sincere.

It means that I have read it,

turned it over in my mind,

I comment because I mean it,

not just trying to be kind.

So if I’ve made some comments,

it is me being true,

on poetry and other art, 

the stuff that you like to do.

It means I spent some time with you,

that’s what I like to try,

Sometime you make me laugh out loud

and then you make me cry.

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In response to the Daily Prompt word – Sincere

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Practice 

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The book is open on the floor, I can see it upside down.

But I’m sitting on the sofa, in my dressing gown.

I really should salute the sun, stretch my arms up high.

But I’m finding it a struggle, to bid the night goodbye.

I promised that I’d practice, some sequences everyday.

Ashtanga manual’s open wide, I left it in the way.

To remember to do my yoga, focusing on the task.

If I want to work my core, and my blooming body to last.

Visits to my Blog

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I wake up in the morning 

and I see your names again.

You’ve liked me while I’m sleeping, 

I’m so very glad you came.

It’s so lovely having followers, 

from all over the place.

Those ones that keep returning, 

it’s so good to see your face.

It’s funny how the times of day, 

brings different folk to me.

I wonder what you’ve created,

I will certainly look and see.

Now I think about the world, 

the very different points of view.

The amazing similarities, 

of what we feel is true.

The artists, writers, poets, 

philosophers and such.

Really quite connected, 

well I’m thinking pretty much.

Today there’ll be those closer, 

who live in the same time zone.

You very special people, 

those closer to my home.

But I want to thank the lot of you, 

who come to visit me.

I’m on my writing journey, 

And so glad that you come to see.

Clumsy-DP

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In Brighton there’s a nudist beach, 

for all to just go and be.

If your into taking your clothes off, 

so other folk can see.

It’s not my sort of pleasure, 

I’d rather cover up.

I’m getting on in years now, 

I’m not such a young pup.

I don’t like to go down there, 

I rather not walk by.

But it’s okay as there’s a pile of stones 

and I keep my eyes to the sky. 

But the other day I tripped right up, 

when I was collecting stones.

I had my eyes cast downward, 

then into that place I did roam.

When I looked up I had a shock, 

nude bodies was all I could see.

I shut my eyes so fast again, 

clumsy, clumsy me! 

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

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.

Dreaming

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What is a dream, it’s so hard to see

Is it a book in our minds that we read 

With reams of pages turning fast

A book that’s short and never lasts

What is a dream, can we really hear

The audible bits that seem so clear

Action through my dream as I walk

That don’t make a sound, but I hear you talk

What is a dream, can we truly feel

As we are touched it appears so real 

At other times, when we reach out

Our arms are left empty, no feeling about

What is a dream, do we fly high

As the things we see go flying by

Scenery changes as quick as you like

From brightest day to darkest night

What is a dream, can we honestly eat

The fruit I taste, appears so sweet

But when I think more, it’s very rare 

That I even consider eating there

What is a dream, can we just speak

As when I try it comes out so weak

Sometimes I really try to cry out

But the noises I make will not come about

What is a dream, can we plan before 

Can we book our dreams, then some more

Because if I could plan my dream today

It wouldn’t end with you going away 

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

Jump – DP

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You really made me jump,

I did not know,

that you might return

after having to go.

But there you were

at the end of the bed,

I thought it strange,

maybe in my head.

Oh how I wish now,

I hadn’t  screamed out loud,

my head was foggy,

just a mass of cloud.

I’m sorry you went,

believing I didn’t care,

I really need you near me

again, just over there.

So now I’m prepared,

I sleep with in dimmed light,

hoping and praying,

you’ll return one night.

 

Plop – DP

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If it’s liquid it goes plop right? 

I might have mentioned once or twice, I’m off to Barcelona for a couple of days. I’m not checking in luggage so everything I have that goes plop has to go into a tiny plastic bag. 


Plop, plop, plop………

Does lipstick really make a plop, well not when I apply.

Toothpaste doesn’t either, couldn’t plop it if I tried.

I’ll give you the shampoo, now that can make a mess.

The creams and oils I agree, I’ve done a plopping test.

It difficult to deal with plops, so many at a time.

So a snap of some of mine, to complete this rhyme 😉

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Fun response to the Daily Prompt word – Plop