The double meaning of ‘any way’ ~ poems #WonderfulWorldofWriting

My wonderful world of writing ~ The double meaning of 'any way' ~ poems #WonderfulWorldofWriting

My wonderful world of writing ~ The double meaning of ‘any way’ ~ poems #WonderfulWorldofWriting

‘Any Way’

All the things you can do,

All the things you can say,

All the things that you might

One day want to be

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Don’t just sit and wait,

Build the dream every day,

Start right here, right now,

Don’t push your dream away

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We’re all too busy

With this and with that;

We’re all so conditioned with,

“Oooh you can’t do that!”

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We need to question,

We need to say,

“Why not? No one can stop me, I’ll do it

Any way.”

~

By Carol Cameleon

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What do you doodle ? ~ (#WonderfulWorldofWriting)

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Do you doodle?

Doodles are pretty universal and can be universally pretty.

I’m making my doodles universal by featuring them on my blog.

Doodles are a procrastinator’s best friend, a day dreamer’s comfort blanket…

I love doodling!  I find it’s part of my creative process.  I very often doodle eyes, often in detail with the little nobbly bit drawn in too!  Trees are also a firm favourite, as are spirals and linked squares.  Another thing I do regularly, as I let my ideas wander, is retrace my letters.

I’d love to know what my doodles mean…

What do you doodle?  Take a pic, tweet it, 

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“Something glistens…” ~ poems (#WonderfulWorldofWriting)

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My wonderful world of writing Something glistens… poems blog #WonderfulWorldofWriting

Something glistens…

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My photography skills, at best, need work,

Yet how much beauty is in this here tree?

It stands tall and solid and focal,

The light dappling through beautifully…

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The photo was taken mid-Summer,

While warmth was on the breeze,

Before long though, it was Autumn,

The leaves fell to the ground with ease.

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For how long it’s stood rooted so strong, so tall,

I could guess but do not know,

The fairies that flutter to and fro

Perhaps they’ll share its secret though…

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I like to think of it as a whispering tree,

Letting the breeze pass its words on,

Lingering in the air, hovering til they fade

To nothing, til they’re gone…

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The tree will be here to keep watch,

For years and years to come,

Homing the birds, fairies and elves,

Encouraging mischief and fun!

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So let’s once more see our majestic tree,

Let’s stand firm in complete awe

Wait, something glistens at the foot of the tree…

A fairy going through the door?…

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By Carol Cameleon

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“How to feed your soul” ~ poems (#WonderfulWorldofWriting)

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“How to feed your soul” ~ a poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

How to feed your soul

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The sound of the waves as they ebb and they flow,

As they foam around your feet;

They dance, majestically, they turn your toes cold

In the early Autumn sun.

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The coarse sand rubs against my skin,

Slothing off the rough edges,

The wind does the same to my

Fuzzy head.

~

Hayfever season is done and dusted,

Must be a head cold lurking,

It won’t last long, it won’t take hold,

This fresh air’s as good as any medicine.

~

Looking out on the horizon,

There’s sea as far the eye can see,

A big expanse of saltiness

That fills your soul with peace.

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A beautiful place, rain or shine, wind or snow,

There’s something about a beach,

Coarse of not,

That cleanses, invigorates, rubs away any rough edges.

~

By Carol Cameleon

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“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.

~

Time to savour the garden,

Time to create and make sense,

Time to do what

Time won’t usually allow.

~

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.

~

I don’t watch TV

I’d rather read or create,

I’d rather focus on

Positivity.

~

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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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.

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Familiar sights coming into view,

Feelings still as high,

The train grinding to a halt,

It all made her wonder why.

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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.

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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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