“Time” ~ poems (#WonderfulWorldofWriting)

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Time

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Here in the garden with time

To myself,

I think of a million and one

Things to do.

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But my pen is poised on my paper,

I’m in ‘the flow’,

My soul needs to empty itself.

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A reflector by nature,

I like to observe

My world and its goings-on,

The to-do list will not get done.

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Time to savour the garden,

Time to create and make sense,

Time to do what

Time won’t usually allow.

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Time to take a seat,

Time to take a step back,

Time to appreciate life

As the clock ticks on.

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I do love to write

I do love to read

And refuse to waste too much

Time.

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I don’t watch TV

I’d rather read or create,

I’d rather focus on

Positivity.

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Later on tonight I

Will not regret this

Time that I took

To recoup my mind, my thoughts.

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No doubt it will belate

When I start a new task

And I will do what I should have done now!

~

By Carol Cameleon

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Hayfever be gone ~ Ode to being sneezy!

 ode to hayfever and sneezes

This week I’ve been extremely sneezy,

Add to the mix a little bit wheezy.

It’s made me something of a grumpy moo,

Wait… sorry, pass another tissue!

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Achoo, achoo!  I’m feeling groggy,

Can’t think straight, my head’s all foggy.

I love to be ‘at one’ with nature

And enjoy the weather when it’s a scorcher.

~

But you know what hayfever?  I’ve had enough.

I’m done with groggy, I’m done with ‘rough’.

The windows are shut, no makeup on,

Antihistamines ready, hayfever be gone!

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“Never let it be said that a stone heart holds no emotion.” ~ Flash Fiction

friday fictioneers flash fiction

Photo copyright – Claire Fuller

The three men were all together with tools, determination and perserverence.

All working to make space for something new.  But something was in the way.

They tried to move ‘The Old Fella’ but he refused.  Though made of stone, he was a stubborn ‘Old Fella’ and the place would always be his home; would always be in his heart.

“Never let it be said that a stone heart holds no emotion,” he muttered at the burly men as they gave up, downed tools and headed home for the day.  This building project would have to wait…

~

Main picture source: via FridayFictioneers

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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

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“The blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.”

 

 

Photo copyright – Ted Strutz

It was a like a scene from a suspense thriller.  The white vans being the forensics, ready to take samples from the blood that had slowly dripped through the slats of the stairs; the blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.

As he looked out of his window, he sat and wondered how long it would take for them to knock on the door of his dentist practice; how long it would take to go through the motions of  ‘door to door enquiries’.  The questions would be asked.

Good thing he’d cleaned up his tools well, he thought.

101 words

~

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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

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Cancer, jog on! A poem for Race for Life…

 Cancer, jog on!

Word of the Week Cancer jog on poem

In July I will  be running Race for Life.

I’ve achieved alot through the Couch to 5k app.

I’ve come from barely being able to jog for 60 seconds at any one time, to jogging for 30 minutes non-stop…  how good is that?!

For me, it’s very good.  I’m very proud of myself.  I’ve shocked myself and found a new hobby that I love…

(aside from blogging of course!)

Please, please get behind me… re-blog, like, comment, share, share, share ……and share again across all of your social media platforms!  It’s not for me, it’s for everyone who has been touched by cancer.

And let’s face it, that really is everyone.

My justgiving page link is at the bottom of the poem (in the main blog picture above) but here it is again for good measure.

Thank you 🙂

~

Disclaimer: this post is not endorsed in any way by Race for Life, Cancer Research or any other charity.  

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Where is the beginning? A poem on chakra meditation

lotus the theme game chakra meditation

Picture source: Fotolia.com

Where is the beginning?

What’s at the beginning?

It all starts at the root,

When we’re not grounded,

Branches can’t develop their shoots.

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Our branches need feeding

With healthy, wholesome foods,

If not they imbalance

And affect our moods.

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When we work from the bottom

And end up at the top,

We have spinning wheels, or

‘chakras’ which never stop…

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Want to feel peaceful and calm?

Meditate daily, don’t be shy,

And your friends they may comment,

Share the love, tell them why…

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…Why you’re feeling grounded

And rooted, like a tree to the earth.

Why those positive thoughts and good food

Give a sense of self-worth.

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…Why you’re feeling creative

Bursting with thoughts and ideas,

As they ebb and flow like the water,

Eroding your fears.

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…Why your ego’s not ‘pumped up’,

You’re calm and ‘together’,

You don’t listen to the bad things,

You don’t need ‘lucky heather’.

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…Why your breathing’s steady and easy

While your heart pumps fresh air,

Pure and cleansed through your body,

To keep you alert and ‘all there’.

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…Why you’re feeling expressive

And you’re speaking your mind,

Being open and clear,

It’s the best way, you will find.

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…Why your sixth sense is open,

It’s your third eye, you see.

Is your perception of reality

With them or with ‘me’?

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…Why your crown’s like a flower,

Its stem’s like your spine,

A petal for each chakra

Now you’re upright and ‘aligned’.

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Now you’re beginning to see

What your thoughts can do,

Breathe slowly, be mindful

That it all starts with you.

By Carol Cameleon

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Prose for Thought

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No one knew when it was going to happen…

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Picture copyright Sandra Crook

No one knew when it was going to happen.  There was no warning.

The locals accepted ‘it’ as a part of village life which happened randomly twice a year;  although it was an inconvenience.  Most of them saw the funny side though… except those that got stuck on the only bridge into and out of the village.

No one knew when ‘The Curse of the Herder’ would strike and open the gates for the herds to escape… and run amok.  It was a game that the ghostly herder relished!

~

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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

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The Four Walls and the Fences

The Theme Game home four walls

The time was going quickly,

The landscape whizzing by,

No sooner had she left the platform,

Feelings were soaring high…

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The clankety-clank of the wheels,

The swaying of the train,

Had left her feeling sleepy,

And excited all the same.

~

Familiar sights coming into view,

Feelings still as high,

The train grinding to a halt,

It all made her wonder why.

~

Why she felt a pang of loss,

Why she felt at ease,

Why she was missing where she had left,

Why she felt so pleased.

~

Then the familiar face,

Waiting at the side,

The warm welcome greeted her,

From a hug to the loving eyes.

~

This weekend had come up fast,

For that was elated,

But the four days would just not last,

And for that felt deflated.

~

Familiar sights, sounds, tastes, feelings, smells,

All of the five senses,

Never leave home where the proverbial heart is,

The four walls and the fences.

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