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That ol’ internet chestnut
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
Random, a modern colloquial term for a quirky individual event such as paying for a person’s groceries at a local supermarket when they are short of cash and unable to pay.It happens,but more often it doesn’t.
That is not to say people are not kind, many acts of kindness do occur and they don’t need an internet click,a bunch of likes or even mentioned in a blog.
They happen, because the World knows that if we look after each other, things are better.Simples.
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Narcisstica
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
Sad to say I think humanity relies too much on their visual instincts. This reliance on what we see can dull other very important senses. The animal kingdom knows this well and must sometimes look at humanity and throw their various limbs in the air.
Still inevitably I am human and I want you (as in the whole world) to seem me in my best light. Thus my narcisstic nature will come to the fore. I will please your eye and my self-love will be like a stun gun of visionary pleasure.
My name is important. It is Narcisstica. My flower is Narcissus and you can smell me before you see me.
Namaste and thank you for reading, may your omnipotent being go with you.
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Tradition…. such an old fashioned word
What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
Although my parents are now long past
They live in my mind and through a world so crass
Their quiet influence and honourable way
Are with me each and every day
They were not traditional and were nobody’s fool
And to them tradition was not a rule.
They lived their lives to do their best
And always passed the independent test
So no tradition did they pass on
For independent thought , I was born.
This poem is to thank them verily
And for the memories I smile merrily.
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Tradition….such an old fashioned word
What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
Although my parents are long past
They live in my mind and through a world so
crass
Their quiet influence and honourable way
Are with me each and every day
They were not traditional and were nobody’s fool
And to them tradition was not a rule
They lived their lives to do their best
And always passed the independent test
So no tradition did they pass on
For independent thought, I was born
This poem is to thank them verily
And for the memories I smile verily.
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Typicalitus
This day was not typical
I developed a headache whose case was typicalititus
It happened on an unpredictable cycle
The washing machine spewed out detritus
Typically the machine should not have done it
It should have done a rinse and stopped
Instead it exploded and blew out grit
The clothes were shreds and the emergency sensors popped
There was nothing more to be done
But clean up the mess and cry a little
And then I became a victim of typicalitus syndrome
The day was done and it was practically biblical
He couldn’t resist giving me this supposition
“30Kg is the maximum load”
“Typically you did not to read the instruction”
Deflated I continued to wipe the floor
“Really you should not need to be told.”
With that I screamed and ran out the door.
Namaste and thank you for reading , may your omnipotent being go with you.
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My Day was Whey
Was today typical?
I had a sort of cheesy day
It didn’t come to much
The rind from yesterday
Turned into a kind of mush
The pan was pretty dirty
It was very hard to clean
Cloth’s I must have used about thirty
And the amount of scrubbing was obscene
The pan however is my favourite
To make my special cheese
So I wasn’t at all contrite
And really aimed to please
For in the pan I warmed my milk
Indeed it was a pretty sight
I gazed as the whey formed smooth as silk
And considered my day had turned out right.
Typical , time well spent or not, who knows
But for poetry I think I put up a glorious fight
Which I hope gave pleasure and now for some
prose.
Hark , look it is almost night.
Namaste and thank you for reading.May your Omnipotent being go with you
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Eclectic Artisan
I will never fit a strict design
The future will always be mine
To knit a world of magic dreams
To crease perfect my paper seams,
A woollen cuff so comfortable and warm
Protects from the potent storm.
Namaste and thank you for reading , may your omnipotent being go with you.
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Phish,Phish,Phish
How would you describe yourself to someone?
To know me is to goad me,
To find my inner secret
A future timeline of mediocrity
Or a time lapse of feet in concrete
How little I know myself
And should I try and justify
The product on the shelf
Gazed at and surmised by a golden eye
At the end of the day
There is but one wish
To say what I’ve got to say
And ignore the phish,phish,phish.
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I am surprised by the “If”
What do you mean if? Well I have my own little dinosaur I hatched from an egg I found in the garden. It was a large egg and I’ve no idea how it landed there. It was still warm, so I thought it best to keep it warm and put it in the shed wrapped up in a fleecy blanket.
A few months later the egg hatched and here is a picture of Rupert. I’m not sure what type of dinosaur he is but we are both very used to each other. It’s been trial and error looking after him, but so far so good.
Yes, he does eat meat and it tends to be raw from the butcher. I discourage him from hunting, but I have noticed that the cats that used to frequent my garden are no longer there, either through fear, or perhaps Rupert’s natural instincts.
Rupert is not trainable , but he is actually very timid and won’t leave the garden. Which makes my life so much easier, he has his toys and he doesn’t need walked like a dog. It’s a long garden , so he has plenty of room to run around when he takes the notion, he likes to chase the birds but never catches them. His hopping motion is really funny to watch. I don’t think he’d survive by himself.
He’s three years old now, and the neighbours have got used to his occasional roaring. I’ve had advice from the local zoo, who say he really isn’t that dissimilar to a bearded dragon or a gecko, just bigger. I’ve filled in all the necessary forms for DEFRA, who are totally stumped with classifying him , so don’t bother. As far as there concerned if he stays in my garden then that’s fine.
I’ve ignored the media frenzy and despite being offered pot loads of money, I won’t subject Rupert to all that nonsense, he’s a sensitive soul and I just want him to enjoy his garden, his toys and his food.
The one drawback is dinosaur poo. You don’t want to be near a dinosaur with an upset stomach. Cow’s milk does not agree with him and although when he was a baby I fed him on it and he thrived . Now , he still likes the taste of it , and it’s a disaster when he raids the fridge in the house and drinks his fill. Projectile poo covering twenty metres of lawn and you better hope you’re not standing nearby when that happens. The smell is unbelievable.
Otherwise, on the right diet of raw meat and leafy vegetables, he’s fine and in truth his poos are no problem to clear up with a wheelbarrow and spade. Great for the plants as manure.
Anyway so I’m sure I’m not the only one who has hatched a dinosaur egg, maybe one day I’ll find a mate for my Rupert. I hope so.
Namaste and thank you for reading, may your omnipotent being go with you.
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