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Hi 🙂

I was back in an uncomfortable maths class for today’s selection (courtesy of Textfixer)

 

 

Delight  Push  Evoke  Gate  Rough  Blackout  Pressure  Bird  Odd

 

No doubt they delight

In the barely audible click

As they push my buttons

For the first time each day.

 

They can evoke such raw rage

The minute I step through the gate;

Their rough tongues rasping,

Words all forming serrated edges.

 

Throughout each torturous class,

The mimed mockery and scribed sacrilege;

Me: on the verge of blackout from the pressure,

Despairingly watching a bird wheel out of sight

Above schoolroom rooves.

 

This window is my only sanity:

A link to that odd sense of freedom

I know I’ll experience

When this madness culminates

In paid dues, and worth.

 

 

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Obliquity

Mental Health, Random poetry 4 Comments »

Hello!

I relied heavily on what I read when looking up Nyx and Daphne on Wikipedia for tonight’s poem.  Although it is a Jimpix day, the words had a bit of a shared theme in parts, so I had a fair idea where I was going 🙂

I quite like it when that happens on a Saturday night!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jenny  Raindrop  Nyx  Insidious  Virus  Dinero  Obliquity  Daphne  Ninja

 

The suspended Jenny Longlegs quivered

As a raindrop ran, shining,

Down the full length of the web.

Like Nyx, the spider waited

In her shadowy hole;

Flexing her own lengthy limbs in glee

At the insidious beauty of it all.

 

I felt the virus rise in me

(My card never quite expired,

Some Dinero always burning to be cast)

The obliquity seemed a life metaphor…

 

And I became as Daphne:

My once-ninja feet tangled up in roots,

My features amongst leaves,

Obscuring all but my need to hide

From that which repeatedly pursues me.

 

 

 

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Enthusiasm

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Hi 🙂

 

I wrote two poems with tonight’s words, as I couldn’t decide which idea to go with.

The first is about the solo parenting gig I have been exploring this week.  I am not sure I have EVER been this happy that it is Friday before…!!  Tomorrow we shall probably be spending a large part of the morning rolling toy vehicles down our now-vacant driveway into a barrier of waiting cones.  Both boys have been dreaming about this ever since they saw the reclaimed space at 8.15am or so on Wednesday 😉

The second poem is about a randomly made-up kid.  Again!

I hope you enjoy the fruits of my indecision:

 

Enthusiasm  Graze  Aviation  Index  Sniff  Abuse  Metal  Refer  Lost

 

With renewed enthusiasm,

I let the wind graze my knuckles

And pushed forth into the drizzle.

 

There was sweet aviation in my soul

For it was Friday

(And I had an index written

That helped me find my lists better

In my notebook…)

 

Although Youngest had begun to sniff,

And cough,

Earlier in the week;

There had been no abuse of my sleep routine

(Apart from that which I’d willingly inflicted

On myself)

 

Heavy metal was blaring

In my thankful ears,

I had a few more patterns bookmarked

To refer back to when I had the time,

And life on my lonesome was feeling ok.

 

[I’m pretty sure I’ve lost a few pounds

With all this walking

And kid-wrangling, too!]

 

***************

 

His enthusiasm for showing me his graze

Was cute.

He feigned bravery, as he pulled back the dressing,

Told me he’d sustained this ‘scar’

Through executing aviation

From the neighbourhood’s trees.

 

His skinny legs

Were an index of misdemeanor,

One sniff of danger

And he was soon involved.

His daily abuse (he said)

Of his body made him half metal now

And I could refer to him

As Tin Can Man (he looked so proud)

 

He always makes me smile:

I wish we all remained this bold,

Our spirits never lost.

 

 

 

 

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Resplendent

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Hiya 🙂

A nice wee scene popped into my head with my first reading of today’s words, so it wasn’t too taxing to write you a poem 😉

 

Crayon  Acid  Uneven  Third  Verse  Morning  Language  Dare  Overjoyed

 

There was a little crayon man

Resplendent in acid yellow,

(A touch uneven where the paper met,

But for an artist just past his third birthday

I thought it was a decent job)

 

I didn’t give him chapter and verse

About how we don’t draw on walls, that morning;

I chose warmer language

And praised his efforts

Before giving him an A3 pad…

 

Why wouldn’t he dare to be overjoyed

With a sprawling blank canvas,

Conveniently stuck there

From baseboard to roof?!

 

I think “gifting him an A3 pad” would be the only immediate change I’d make. 

Take care, and I’ll ‘see’ you tomorrow!

 

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Critical

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Hello 🙂

 

 

Hope you all are doing ok, I’ve had an exhausting day with the kidlets, so I am just going to leave this here :

 

Critical  Contestant  Parcel  Exclusive  Cola  Paradise  Robbery  Artist  Clean

 

She had decided that it was critical

The contestant say a certain word,

Or she couldn’t open her parcel.

She sat, glued to the screen,

Using her own exclusive strain of telepathy:

“Cola, Cola, Cola!!” she chanted.

 

There was paradise inside the box,

And not getting to peek inside

Felt like ridiculously cruel robbery –

But that pixelated person

Would not name the brand!

She screamed once more, but was ignored.

 

Unwittingly, the gameshow host

Introduced another round,

And that former contestant

Had lost.

 

As he walked off-screen

He would never know:

He’d been the artist of a clean break

In the sanity of a woman

Perched next to a still-sealed cube.

 

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Time For A Cold One?

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Hi!

It’s a Jimpix day, and it only threw one word at me that I didn’t know: ‘Unalakleet’.  With that being a place in Alaska, I decided that there would have to be a ‘Ben’ before ‘Nevis’ to keep with the cold theme!  This was a perfect opportunity to include ice climbing 😉

All I needed to do after that was fit in the other words…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stack  Naughty  Hooch  Threatened  Butler  Spices  Nevis  Unalakleet  Charcoal

 

We had a stack of laundry,

Twenty bills to pay,

And a ton of essays

We could have been getting on with;

So we scored extra ‘naughty points’

For sunning ourselves

On the campus steps,

Ever so slightly tipsy on Hooch.

 

Our over-threatened friend

Perched his glasses on his nose,

Engaged his best ‘butler voice’;

And tried to make us see sense.

But we were too far gone:

Full of alcohol and spices,

Knowing our youth

Still spread before us, writ large.

 

My gorgeous boyfriend, almost asleep –

Dreaming of ice climbing on Ben Nevis

Or the Gold Coast Award at Unalakleet –

Still content to turn charcoal eyes to the sun.

 

**I will add my poetry pic later, my new laptop keeps kicking me out of it, corrupting my files and losing stuff, so it’s been a stressful evening…**

 

 

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BuJo Mojo

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Hey you 🙂

So!

After all the motivational YouTube binging recently, I am teetering on the edge of coming very late to the Bullet Journal party.  I am three months exactly away from my 40th birthday, and I feel I should stop messing about and get some focus.

This girl has many big dreams!

To this end, I asked Hubby to pick me up a notebook when he went to Tesco yesterday (like I haven’t got a few dozen scattered through the house I should be using) and he brought me back a lovely A4, 300 page, 80gsm, spiral bound, 5-project piece of genius for under £3 😀  I always knew I married well!!

After scribbling down ideas elsewhere, and tapping about to see what other people use in their journals, I started Googling free printables. 

Oh my…I love what I found!

I promise to do another post in the next month or so about which ones I have found useful and whether my journal works in any way for me, etc.  Until then, I felt compelled to write today’s poem about my experiences.  I was that moved 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sample  Profit  Ignorance  Prescription  Agreement  Stubborn  Site  Nightmare  Beg

 

I gazed in wonder

As each free sample

Popped up on my screen.

 

To think I have a ‘need’

And kind souls out there

Aren’t looking to profit!

 

(It’s not done in ignorance,

They have things on sale,

They just know I’ll come back

If they make me feel good)

 

On the ‘net, as in life,

Some just have the right prescription:

An agreement with all to spread some joy.

 

If I hadn’t been so stubborn,

I’d have jumped on the BuJo wagon sooner

And frequented every site…

 

With pretty lists on PDF,

That would have been a nightmare to free-hand,

My OneDrive is starting

To beg for some rest.

 

My obsessive streak has suddenly become super excited again.  The habit trackers all look awesome, for example…

 

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Knight Babies

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Hiya 🙂

Without meaning to, my menfolk timed their trip to Blackness Castle brilliantly today, as an event was just starting in the grounds.

We have asked for a family Historic Scotland pass as an amalgamated Christmas/birthday ‘experience gift’ from Hubby’s parents these last two years, and our sons always get so much joy from it!  The pass got them into today’s festivities for free, so it was definitely worth it; it easily pays for itself within a few months.

The boys both volunteered, and were picked, to help with demonstrations in the science tent.  Youngest went to the front and play-acted ‘energy’ by running on the spot; Eldest demonstrated ‘leverage’ by standing on a plank of wood over a log, while a girl tried to elevate him.  When she wasn’t able to the first time, and the commentator pointed that out, Youngest came to the girl’s defense and said: “Well…he is quite heavy, he’s seven!” which was followed by a ripple of laughter from the crowd 😉

There were displays of battle techniques (using pool noodles, as our kids do in the playroom!), tents with different professions relating to various points in history, and even the opportunity to try on armour!

Hubby informs me that there were also muskets and a cannon fired.  The boys had a good time being stonemasons, holding a hammer and chisel (!), too. There are no pics of that bit as Hubby was supervising closely…!

Youngest was very interested to see a couple playing a Viking board game called Hnefatafl.  It attracted him because they were using stones as the play pieces, and he thought it may have been rudimentary chess.  Undeterred, he went on to give the couple a quick synopsis of the rules of chess, and have them tell him how a piece is ‘taken’ in Hnefatafl.  He then mused that their method even differed from draughts!

All-in-all it sounds like a very fun outing with Daddy, they were there for over two hours and briefly went on the beach too.  I am a little sad that I didn’t see all the action first hand; but I’m sure you’ll agree that Hubby took some great pictures!  I also would have been nervous of letting our two near the swords and jousting sticks…  😉


I wrote today’s poem after they all got back (I had been tidying, cleaning, sorting and washing laundry, showering, writing lists of goals/blog ideas/to-dos for the coming week etc) and worked with the destination that the generator suggested in such a way that I could incorporate the real life one 😉 ‘historical’ did feature, after all!

 

Marry   Axiomatic  Zoo  Unable  Waste  Historical  Mouth  Aromatic  Babies

 

It managed to marry

Our children’s interests perfectly.

Hand raised, our youngest

Was dishing what he saw

As axiomatic truths;

And both boys got up to demonstrate.

At a zoo, usually,

One is unable to properly interact

With what one gazes upon.

A waste of precious brainstorming

(And no wild animal’s good caged)

 

But a show of historical bent

Puts new words in one’s mouth,

A castle is less – aromatic – but

Our monkeys’ *minds climbed just as high

As those babies behind glass.

 

*I’ve just realised, while typing it out, that I missed out a word in my pencil writing of the poem (??) I must have done that whole ‘thinking faster than my fingers move’ thing…?!  I probably popped it in subconsciously while reading it to Hubby too, cos I didn’t pick up on the omission then, either!  Oops!

 

 

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Predator Goat?

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Hello!

Today’s words (courtesy of Textfixer)  immediately conjured a woman at a window, utterly destroyed by the mental aftermath of some form of abuse.

 

Weak  Gaunt  Hollow  Antique  Predator  Hook  Gateway  Goat  Lethal

 

This weak, gaunt, shell:

A hollow husk of her former self,

Sat clinging to one antique predator;

Hardly writhing on that hook any more.

 

She was praying to glimpse the gateway,

Finally escape into golden light –

The constant goat to her left

Enforcing his lethal legacy.

 

 

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A Tale Of Two Valleys

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 Hi 🙂

So I was gifted two valleys in different parts of the UK, and a name which means “Athenian” by Jimpix today!

(That last sentence rhymed…) 

I will put links in the words at the top of the poem if you want to read any further about them 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

Penberth  Atticus  Cynon  bubbed  Reiterate  Fact  Conclude  Erect  Poison

 

I sat pretty in Penberth Cove

Watching the fishing boats return;

My Atticus book untouched

As my mind penned tomes instead.

 

Such a different view and history

From my native Cynon Valley.

Bubbed on coastal landscapes

I swayed with the rising tide.

 

I’d taken picture after picture,

Content sucked up via lenses;

Each blog post set to reiterate

The fact one must conclude:

 

Holidays are miraculous!

They give us new permissions:

Erect memories and habits,

Slay that which seeks to poison joy.

 

 

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