Tag: #Crazy
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A Little Madness… #crazy
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I hope I don’t look this bad… I am getting so many jobs done around the house, trying to avoid wearing my glasses. Wearing them makes the problem with my left eye worse, so I am doing what I can to stop myself from going crazy. Most people who know me well think I am more…
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A Weird Week…
Impossible, that’s Anita’s poem today, and that word sums up the week we have just had. We are used to crazy and can tolerate a little madness (in short doses), but we haven’t seen weird around here for quite a while. We are exhausted, both mentally and physically, so will need a quiet weekend to…
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Don’t Call me Crazy… #Poetry
When I tell you the great redwood Is white as snow, a ghost Don’t call me crazy When lightning strikes the ground And angels wings can be found Don’t call me crazy When I tell you I see Merlin’s face in the cloud Don’t call me crazy Arthur stands with sword in hand Where lightning…
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BlogBattle ~ Revolution
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February #BlogBattle: Revolution February 2021 Blog Battle The word this month is: Revolution My dad had a lot of crazy ideas, this one was the best crazy yet.Mum said it would be in the yard bythe end of the week with the rest of his junk.The hugest telescope I had ever seen.Dad and I put…
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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…
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#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 211, #Abhanga, or #PoetsChoice WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY! Anita Dawes Crazy Etheree Stone monsters’ gargoyles smiles.Night that never ends.Slow morning lightWrinkled sheetsCold handsTouchPaleThinkingBrain crackingStorm clouds callingRainfall flood warningSmall dark gargoyle smilingWar in heaven ragingStone monsters waitingArmour platedarmy waits.BitingSoulsBlackMagicmakes its stand.There to take all.Heavens light has moreWar raging until dawn… © Anita…
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Crazy… #Poetry
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Crazy Do you suffer as I do? With a melody in the back of your mind With words you cannot find Taking the 45 bus to Brixton A middle-aged woman in the seat behind you Humming the tune in your head Do you ask her, only for her to say She has no…
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#Crazy… Flights of Fancy…
Crazy A million stars shine underfoot The grass ripples in the sky. We do our washing in the mud And all pigs must learn to fly. Clouds crawl along the ground Trees roots grab the air Black sun freezes hard Destruction lives on everywhere. Our seasons are all backwards We see no sounds at…