Dragonfly

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DRAGONFLY

i       i
l_O_ l
was
sitting  in  my  garden  exercising  my  fertile  imagination  while  I  was
watching  a  dragonfly  flitting  around  whirling  and  twirling  at  will
as  if  it  were  being  guided  on  an  astronomical  flight
by
divine  influence  outside  of  itself  on  some  invisible  whirligig
never  stopping  flitting  or  fluttering  long  enough  for  me  to
see  the  translucence  of  its  beautiful  wings  in  the  light.
It
nev
er
sta
yed
sti
ll

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Appearances (a Bref Double poem)

APPEARANCES
A Bref Double Poem

Her résumé looks quite impressive,
the world thinks that she is bright and smart,
although she’s not really that clever,
as a worker, she’s extremely keen.

Her garden is always well tended,
with her housework she is obsessive
and she scrubs up well, that I can tell,
she likes ev’rything pristine and clean.

Her shell is rough, tough on the outside
and extremely difficult to crack,
but she has a very soft boiled heart.
You should know exactly what I mean.

Appearances can be deceptive
I see her when she’s falling apart.

Another Doggy Ditty using my theme “Only Human” which I hope to be able to use throughout this April PAD.
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-6/comment-page-1#comment-3528292

Here are the rules for a bref double:

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Appearances

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Appearance can be deceptive
her demeanour looks impressive.
The world thinks that she’s tough and smart
but I see her when she’s falling apart.

Another Doggy Ditty using my theme “Only Human” which I hope to be able to use throughout this April PAD.

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-6/comment-page-1#comment-3528210

Anticipation

ANTICIPATION

V isitors came here last night.
E veryone brought some food.
G atherings happen here often.
E ach time I get in a mood.
T hey leave me alone in my room
A s they all enjoy their feast.
B ut what about little me? I’d
L ike some of their meat at least.
E ventually all that I got
S aved for me was a carrot!

Another Doggy Ditty using my theme “Only Human” which I hope to be able to use throughout this April PAD. Day 5 – write a vegetable poem

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-5/comment-page-1#comment-3527315

© 2015 Jezebel Myschka

Nightmare

On waking from violent dreams

And after the thunder and lightning
that tormented me during the night,
while I lay there tossing and turning
in my tangled sheets convulsed with fright,
came the sweet melody of morning
birdsong.

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Beyond all hope

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I am now beyond all hope!
There is definitely really no scope
for me leaving that bottle of red wine
until I reach the bottom. I still feel fine.
But then the next morning I feel so bad
with cramp in both legs, pumping blood
and I’m feeling like death warmed up,
until I get a hot, strong, black cup of
coffee and some food inside.
When will I learn to avoid
opening that bottle?
I’m not sure
that
I can
now
my brain has gone.

To have and to hold

On your wedding day

Hold this magic moment in your heart,
this feeling you both feel at the start.
Never let troubles tear you apart.

Hold this moment through every strife,
this moment you became man and wife.
Hold this precious moment all your life.

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(Dedicated to my workmate, who is getting married today)

Do not rain on the wedding!

Rainbow 30.04.10

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Why wait until right now?
A groom is just about to take his vow!
Someone I work with is getting married today,
so rain, you can rain now, but then please go away!
Although it is very true I well need my garden watering,
their wedding plans this sudden heavy rain is slaughtering.
Let this needed downpour just be a quick little friendly sprinkle
and just before the time when  their wedding bells  start to tinkle
rain please stop now.  Rain please go away and let the sun back out,
or the blushing bride will get her wedding dress wet,  without a doubt.
They are going to get married in a nearby church here at half past two,
so
lis
ten
up,
I
beg
of
you.

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My words seem to have worked – the sun came out again in time for their wedding!

Nimrod and Caesar

Nimrod was a mighty hunter, so the Bible said,
but like every ancient hunter, he ended up dead.
Nimrod was my mother’s dog, big, black and strong.
Everywhere my mother went, Nimrod would come along.
My mother loved good music, she would listen to Classics FM,
so when my mother died, we chose her favourite hymn.
Elgar composed Enigma Variations, Nimrod was the best.
We played Nimrod at Mum’s funeral, with Nimod’s ashes locked in her chest.

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Pear-shaped

I’m
insane,
it is plain.
I really think
I am on the brink
of a brand new romance.
Shall I take a second chance?
Or will I soon be shedding tears
when it all goes pear-shaped over years?
But if nothing ventured, there’ll be no gain,
or maybe I’ll just end up alone again.

When I was your Mum

Jezebel relaxing at home

I know it sounds silly because the words of the song are not at all appropriate, but this sad song about heartbreak is the one that does it for me. As it is top of the UK charts, it keeps being played on the radio all the time and gets me going every time, as it reminds me of the week I lost my Jezzie.

 When I was your Man – Bruno Mars

I’ve changed the lyrics of the song to suit our situation and it needs to be read while listening to the song:-

When I was your Mum

Same park, but it looks just a little bit empty now.
Same walks in the park, but they just don’t seem the same.
When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down
’cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name.
It all just feels like uh, uh, uh

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Like Mother, like Daughter!

It was a dull, dreary, cold and windy February Sunday yesterday, and I was in no mood for waxing lyrical that morning, so I set about my daily tasks of answering emails, updating various websites I control, and sorting through my image files for something to inspire me to write about. This usually cures my writer’s block. However yesterday I could get no inspiration at all, so by lunchtime I was thoroughly depressed, and waiting for the world to wake up the other side of the Atlantic, so I could have a Facebook “chat” with my daughter.

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February

February is here now and the days are getting lighter,
so those of us with SAD syndrome can feel a little brighter.
We’ve got rid of the worst months of our depressing winter gloom,
and now it’s time for us to see garden flowers start to bloom.

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A Snowy Week

Snow 2013-01-18Friday 18th

Snow is falling all around.
There’s no birds, no cars, no sound.
No dogs are barking, no caterwauling.
Just lots of snow falling, falling.

BookendsDogs are sleeping on the couch.
Had their walk, their bone, their pouch.
They’ve been out sniffing, been a-peeping.
Now they’re softly sleeping, sleeping.

Trees are glistening with the snow.
Plants are gone, deep down, won’t grow.
The ground is freezing, birds are listening,
All is white and glistening, glistening.

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New Year Resolutions 2013

Okay, it’s New Year’s Day and it’s time for some resolutions,
but I’ve given up making them, I just need some solutions.
I have absolutely no more room in my house for more “stuff”,
and I’ve tried to downsize, but obviously not hard enough.
So this year, I’ll throw away something every single day,
never mind how much I had to pay, or how I’d like it to stay.
As I didn’t use it, play it, wear it or eat it last year,
if I threw it away tomorrow, I should not shed a tear.

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A Frosty Day

Frosted Eucalyptus tree 2012-12-12 10.13I love a frosty Wednesday morning like today under a clear blue sky.
Apart from the friendly robin in the bushes over there,
there’s no-one in the world about except my dog and I,
and our breath is steaming from us both in the fresh and icy air.
Such is retirement on a Wednesday –
almost as good as being a Sunday!

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Letter to Santa

Hello Santa, I have been a very good girl this year
and so I would like to ask you for some Christmas cheer.
This year I have lost some of my very dear friends
so I hope that next year you can make amends.
I would like you to deliver good health.
I’m not bothered about other wealth,
or presents I can do without.
Let there be no sign of drought,
nor flood, nor pestilence.
Let us all keep warm
and out of harm.
Santa, does
that make
sense?