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Doldrums

Whilst lying in the doldrums
Wondering what to do
Fingers tapping frantically
Waiting for a clue
A spark appeared within my head
And a voice whispered ‘It is time’
‘For what?’ I thought and tapped some more
As it said ‘To write this rhyme!’

So up I got,
In the doldrums not,
I was sparking and ready to go

I hit some keys and typed a word
Then found a little flow

No longer in the doldrums
I knew what I had to do
Fingers tapping frantically
Words appeared as if on cue
The words may say a little
But the typing means a lot
For when you’re in the doldrums
Just type – it matters not!

Posted for Eugenia’s Brew’N’Spew Café (link below)

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(Typewriter image from Pixabay)

Warning Signs

Bathe in a golden calming light
Keep the negative red at bay
Pay heed to the signs that are all around
And act sensibly come what may

Keep calm and carry on!

Sea-life Cuisine

My, th-that was a rough night!
Declared Albert, voice trembling with fright.

I’ve got a sinkin’ feelin’…
Replied Malcolm, not quite believing.

I hope I’m still dreaming…
Cried Cyril, plotting and scheming.

Come join us, it’s suppertime!
Sang the mermaids,

 

ending the rhyme.


Sinister, them mermaids! This is my take on Hélène’s latest ‘What Do You See’ challenge. (Link below!)

Weekly challenge

Always Look On The Bright Side

Look Waddles, it’s sunny over there
Bright and warm with a breeze in the air
The water’s blue and horizon’s clear
Totally different from over here

Yet the snow is crisp and dazzling white
The stars are shooting and shining bright
The cottage is warm with a welcoming glow
Home’s where the heart is, don’t you know?

Sandcastles and snowballs
Darkness and light
Long hot days
And cold dark nights
Balanced and even
Come what may
All have a bright side
To enjoy, I say!

Weekly challenge

Posted in response to Hélène’s latest challenge and delightful image. The link the Hélène’s site is just above!

Never was my nose so bulbous

Proboscis.
Dainty as a flower it sounds.
Though not in the elongated appendage from the head of an animal description
In dictionaries the definition abounds.
My hooter is now a proboscis.
Not dainty by any means.
The size of a house and as bright and shiny as the Moon
Or so it seems.
The mirror never lies
Although the truth may be somewhat hidden
Like my top lip beneath the snout what I am now ridden.
My conk has always been large
Round and regal some in the know would say
But lately it’s its own archipelago
Though not volcanic, I hope and pray.
My nose is now a beacon
Like Rudolph’s only better
Much larger, rounder, shinier and distinguished
And thankfully not much wetter.
My bulbous nose is there first,
The face arrives seconds later
But never in my %@#*& years
Has its presence been much greater.

Please note: this is a piece of nonsense writing and is in no way a reflection of yours truly whose nose remains unaffected, unchanged and most succinctly unbulbous in any manner of imagination, real or otherwise.