miss tilly had her walk to the canal
and football fields, where she chases balls, sticks and geese
in that order or not
maybe not in her or my favour
all pant and no puff
balls of wool clouds huff in the sky
making heavy rain slick by
key turns the front door
along the desolate street
snides to the sneer of being run-down
and about-to-be demolitioned
to the death
apple-core eyes used to peep round lace curtains
now borded-up brown painted wooden sheets
make for a very quiet and bored down hellish hole
but you know what
inside the house
my house
there is life and love
inner warming feelings
just like toast
and jam
nothing is ever too sweet
not long
not long lost
or love forlorn
Author notes
blah bleh meh
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And you my dear Nursey -- Always transport the reader right into to your heart and home. I'm remiss at reading and I'll make up for that.
xo
Lisa
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yer back yard is good for a fag and a glass of wine
but wdf is that u are growing in the jar?
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like toast and jam...and staying in by the fire, love the warming mood, but there is the sad undertone too i feel in this - so hard to capture, you are always so good at doing that.
i love the color change i feel in the last part of the poem from blue at the start to orange at the end, it really fits the title.
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chilled but warming
mad eme feel better about a crappy night, don't realy know why just did ..ta..
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im hungry for toast and jam now!
late night snacks do me in
this could totally almost fit in cats new contest--- like how walking tilly or taking tilly out to play is what stirs the words.... maybe the words find that frisbee and smack you in the head at the park
i k now.... i am tired and suck with my replies lately
but i loved this
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my skin is getting dry as the weather cools
around the eyes even dryer
with the fall of fall and the fallen
life teaches us lessons, doesn't it?
for every life a loss
for every season a change we aren't ready for
i am happy though
for the friends and family
the community i've never known before
and for sisters
like you
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life teaches us too much and then not enough at times, how can that be... life is bloody strange
iloveyouloads xxxxxx
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a piece of a day that shows so much about the simple things and being happy, a good way to be...enjoyed...PK
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aaaahhh thanks H. you made me smile
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well, mood blah or no,
the older i get,
"nothing is ever too sweet".
a great poem.
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moody cow that i am... lolololol
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Ohhh, "blah" yourself, Miss Gilly. I'd love a cup of tea...or something...within your quiet sanctuary of dreams, Woman. You're always too hard on yourself, my Friend. Heyyy...you must be a Poet or somethin'.
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well it's sort of blah about life in general not me persee... so yes... poet or summat!! lololol
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