My Producer Of Sunshine

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Hello ♥

Fittingly, it is a Jimpix day today.  I am experiencing a mish-mash of feelings to go with the jumble of words in this box.

 

Loosen  Palatable  Ringed  Bugger  Caught  Hoops  Bank  Spy  Producer

 

Even with alcohol

To loosen my thoughts

They would not be palatable.

(Least of all to me)

They stay ringed

By an electric fence;

 

It’s been a decade,

But I don’t trust them.

I am such a selfish bugger:

I know you needed out,

That you picked your time precisely –

But my understanding

Gets caught up in my emotions,

And my heart leaps

Through torturous, fiery hoops:

 

I just really bloody miss you!!

 

At least I can still bank

On you showing up in my dreams.

 

And those soft white feathers

Appearing by my feet,

That never fail to spark

Eldest’s existential conversations.

 

I know you came to visit –

A ‘spy’ on my wedding day –

And, as your gift,

Became ‘Producer of Sunshine’

To make photos bright.

 

I see you smiling from my mirror

(And your daughters’ faces, too)

I catch your echoes here

So many times per week.

 

But it’s not leaving like I thought it would.

This ache keeps gnawing…

As I hug people you didn’t meet,

 

Morph into someone you don’t know.

 

 

 

 

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A Bite From The Centre

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Hi there

 

 

 

Monkey  Bite  Centre  Drawing  Black  Journal  Posture  Venture  Flash

 

My monkey mind turned

And took a bite

Out of the centre

Of my being;

Drawing black hearts

Across an otherwise peachy day.

A sad journal

Reeled off dates and times –

Counted all the years –

Til my posture sagged

And limbs curled up;

So I could fit inside

The womb-space of my grief.

 

I seldom venture there –

Each flash of eternity

Is too impossible to broach.

 

♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥

 

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Dream Desiccants

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Hiya 🙂

Unfortunately there is a misspelt word in the Jimpix offering today.  As I am atrocious at spelling myself, however, I’ll forgive the oversight 😉

I got to revisit my Latin a little for today’s poem, but I have probably used the wrong ending for ‘incertus’ (so you have permission to roll your eyes, any Latin scholars in my readership!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Medicare   Boundary  Dreams  Desiccants   Timer  Cavus  Quare  Fragment  Gratified

 

They whispered about Medicare

And cast sorry expressions

Down to mine.

 

I could not feel the boundary,

Just their thought-silica:

Everybody near

Tugging at my fluid dreams.

Stripping me.

 

Desiccants, all!

 

Somewhere, off to the side,

A timer ticked down silently;

Demons creeping from underneath my Pes Cavus

(Quare incertus)

 

Barely a fragment

Of my former self left –

And yet

They expect me to be gratified

By their very attempt at action.

 

I am not of this place,

But weighed by it;

Unbalanced on the edges

Of bright, sharp swords.

 

 

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Beautiful Whispers

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Hello 🙂

 

 

Fabulous  Creature  Whispering  Beautiful  Sky  Disagree  Motion  Stranger  Tie

 

She says:

There is a fabulous creature

Whispering beautiful poetry

Into an autumn sky.

 

It makes her look so happy

I haven’t the heart to disagree.

 

Her hands are in perpetual motion

As she describes the stranger

Sat on the animal’s left:

 

Iridescent, she says.

 

Her words become slower

As she loosens her final tie

To this mortal plane.

 

 

 

 

[I found the Unicorn pic here]

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River Therapist

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Dobrý den 🙂

I’ve noticed from my blog stats that I have had a repeat visitor from the Czech Republic over the last wee while, so I am giving them a *wave* with my opener today!

As is the case with all my lovely readers, I am glad you are enjoying the fruits of my labours! Feel free to get in touch through the comments here on the blog, my Twitter or Facebook page if you have suggestions for new creative stuff you’d like to see me tackle; or tell me what works (or doesn’t) for you 😉

Today I was more ‘restless’ than usual and played with the generated words twice.

I wrote the first poem at around 10.30am, and the second around 6pm.  I am not really ‘feeling’ either of them, but think the second one has maybe got a backstory I could develop?!

 

River  Therapist  Annual  Ignorance  Reserve  Fine  Movement  Past  Update

 

I

 

She called herself a River Therapist,

Helping people move on from their annual display of ignorance:

Those lists of what they were going to do,

How they planned to push forward

(That were never ‘smart

No matter how hard they tried)

 

She took her clients to her own nature reserve

Where, even when it rained,

There was fine art to enjoy;

Beauty to savour,

And deliberate movement

Through mindfulness and Yoga.

 

She broke unhelpful ties to the past,

Taught meditation by the water;

Followers sending all negative thoughts downstream

And becoming one with the promise

Of Swan wings and freedom:

An update and overhaul of purpose.

 

 

 

II

 

We looked out upon the river

In my first year as his therapist.

He had an annual renewal set up

That he could rethink, whenever.

 

His continued sojourns to my office

Were not born of self-ignorance,

Or any kind of reserve

In his zest for life.

 

It was a very fine movement:

The relaxing of his shoulders,

The twitch as his brow settled –

But I became his…meditation.

 

A safe space where is past and future

Could be talked about;

Where each update to his life

Could be poked at in great detail.

 

I felt like his business partner

(And was sometimes paid as such:

Each Christmas bonus

Appearing, bigger than the last)

 

But my musings seemed to calm him

And he valued my insight.

Many schemes were tested

While I nodded, or gave pause.

 

See what I mean?! I think there are definitely a few questions to answer about this guy…

 

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The Love Factor

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Hey-lo 🙂

So randomwordgenerator.com is back!  Woohoo!

What I did with today’s words is less a poem than a mish-mash of all the motivational videos I have been watching lately, and stuff I have read in the past…but I included them all 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love   Factor   Care   Investigation   Vat   Classroom   Economist   Salesperson  Hiccup

 

Love is the thing that gets us through,

One must know this is a powerful factor

In any success.

 

You have to love yourself enough

To care where you’re heading;

You have to conduct

Every investigation possible

Kamal Ravikant’s book is worth a read – quick and simple, but makes you think!

To find how best to grasp your dreams.

 

Somewhere, there has to be a huge vat

Of bubbling self-esteem.

 

Even if it was beaten out of you

In some distant classroom –

You’ve got to get it back.

 

Who’s gonna love you?!

YOU’VE gotta love you!!

 

Every economist, salesperson, businessman,

Parent, teacher and entrepreneur knows:

You need a deep-seated passion

To succeed in this world.

 

LOVE, my friend!

 

Love you,

Love those around you –

Know that any hiccup

Can be overcome.

 

Love yourself like your life depends on it.

Because it ultimately does.

 

 

 

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Whale

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Hey there!

Today’s Textfixer words seemed rather appropriate! It was a little alarming to hear the rhetoric being bandied about on the news, as I went out to collect Youngest earlier…

 

Drowned  Fumbling  American  Bullet  Desire  Hug  Honey  West  Whale

 

And we watched them

As they drowned in their own egos,

Fumbling with the lives of millions:

An American gaslighter

Veering close to North Korean rocket fuel.

Page is from “Fold Out, Find Out: The Blue Whale” by Philip Steele

 

We wondered:

What bullet would we be biting next?

Whether each man’s desire

To be seen as great

Could have been cowed before this –

 

Can some political ‘hug’,

Or a sweetened deal,

Be enough honey to make

Someone friendly towards the West?

 

Scratch talk of elephants:

At every meeting,

From now on in,

There’ll be a freaking WHALE

Lolling in the background…

 

 

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Heading For Change

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Hey 🙂

 

Well, the poem kind of speaks for itself today: I’m on a Tony Robbins kick this week!

I am determined not to just hibernate this winter…

 

Successful  Notice  Offer  Change  Touch  Grab  Smelly  Uppity  Branch

 

What does it mean to be successful?

He stands there on stage,

And I notice that smile

He has in every video:

He’s enjoying himself.

 

The audience is rapt

And, while I stand here ironing school clothes,

He’s going to offer me up

Everything I need to change.

 

He’s going to invite me

To get in touch with my emotions,

Really notice how

I’m holding myself back.

 

He’s going to tell me to grab the moment,

That I’m not getting any younger;

These smelly old thoughts

Weighing me down

Need aired (and cleansed).

 

And it’s hard to get uppity

With someone speaking sense.

(Anyway, he can’t hear me!)

 

I could spiel that: “he’s not a mum

Or even a woman!”

That: “my days

Look very different to his!”

But, still, I need to branch out.

 

I turn over shirt sleeves

And think about leaves…

 

 

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He Calls Me…

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Hi!

Today’s words (from Textfixer) unleashed a fed up and feisty female speaker.  Woe betide ‘him’ if he messes with her much longer 😉

 

Egocentric  Compulsive  Fragment  Decoder  Think  Parasite  Gunrunner  Teen  Village

 

He calls me egocentric and compulsive,

When in truth I repetitively do things

Because others need me to.

 

He says I analyse each fragment of his conversation

Looking to trap him;

Become a random decoder

Reading things he never meant

Into his words…

 

But who taught me to think that way?!

Who showed me

That what is declared

Sheds little light

On what occurred?

 

I’m not some parasite:

Sucking his life-force,

Plotting his downfall,

Stockpiling ammo

In my gunrunner’s lair!

 

No.

 

I am not huffing like some teen

Grounded for ten misdemeanours

On his way home from school…!

 

I participate in my village,

I can be relied upon to contribute;

I don’t scurry out of sight

When my curtain is pulled back…

 

 

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X-Ray

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Hello!

From Randomlists (yes, I messed up, and used it twice in a row! Ooops!)

I was sitting in front of the tablet, again with a fledgling crochet project in hand, and I happened upon a Brendon Burchard YouTube video I had never seen before.  I actually watched it twice, and checked the date on it, because it was really voicing something I have been mulling over since about Thursday!  It is an old video of his (December 2012) so I think it was just synchronicity at work 😉

He posits that limiting beliefs are not what are holding you back, it’s you choosing to FOCUS on them that’s doing the damage.  It’s worth a watch, and rings so true for me after 5 days flying solo (three of them were school days) and having repeatedly got where I needed to be, kept the house tidy, the blog up to date, tummies full etc etc etc.  I am pretty awesome when I choose to believe it 😀

 

X-ray  Quickest  Phone  Wacky  Stream  Lewd  Boorish  Ocean  Ahead

 

Brendon had spoken,

Reached through the screen

With his shrewd x-ray

And picked the quickest way

To spear me to the spot.

(He used my phone)

 

Usually a little wacky,

He seemed a lot more serious this time:

Fired up, yes – but a little angry, too?

His usual: focussed, stream-of-consciousness style

Hammering home his points

Telling me I was better than this.

 

I don’t have to listen to

Every lewd (!) or boorish thing my thoughts say

(In fact, in polite society, I don’t repeat them;

So why can’t I censor what I tell myself?!)

Why drown in an ocean of negativity

When the way ahead could be JOYOUS?!

 

Ok, so I fudged the truth a little in the poem, but the tablet is just like a big phone, isn’t it…? 😛

 

 

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