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Cinder’s Cankles

Cinderella’s got a problem
A big problem at that
Cos after all the dancing
Her ankles have grown fat

And when Charming comes calling
Her slipper will not fit
No matter how she tries to raise
Her feet up when she sits

So she’s vexing and she’s worried
Cos her fairy’s not about
To vanish all the puffiness
And answer Cinder’s shouts

And thus she’s dammed by cankles
To spend the rest of days
A slave to nature’s problems
Of oedema’s horrid ways

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Butterfly Tattoo

Butterfly etched in the small of her back
Resting on her hide in the sisterhood of ink
A physical stamp of the human soul
A portal releasing the essence of a spirit
Free to blossom and draw in the energies of life
A talisman of power and freedom
Creating and harvesting new life

Pencil drawing of butterfly

Pencil drawing of butterfly (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Elephant in the Room

There’s an elephant in the room
No one will mention it
He sits with ears flapping about
And makes us all look twits
For each one knows he”s there
But dare not say a word
In case of waking up the beast
Or finding there’s a herd
Of pachyderms instead of just
This single elephant
Like opening a can of worms
What a predicament!

So Dumbo sits there, never moves
In the way of everyone
For to disrupt this elephant
May bring an end to fun
Or would it rather clear a space
In which to live and breathe
If this mammoth weren’t in the way
So much could be achieved
And life might be a tad better
Freed up to simply be
Happy, content, and unimpinged
In fact much more healthy

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Elephant in the Room

Rest In Peace, Little Bea

Up in the sky a star is born
So luminous and bright
With distant mew midst Milky Way
Our dear one sleeps tonight

A far off dot, yet always near
Taken away too soon
Our loss is yet but heaven’s gain
Besides the silver moon

Where souls of those who’ve passed on by
Waltz through eternity
Freed from the shackles of this earth
Rest in peace, little Bea

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Beatrice – 14 February 2015 to 12 August 2016

Spelling

Despite the odd glitch with autocorrect, I’m a bit of a stickler for correct spelling, but having come across the following sign the other day which in all fairness, in spite of the interesting spelling, remained perfectly understandable, I started to wonder if good spelling is actually as important as we make out it is in the broader sense.

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My question regarding spelling
Is whether it’s important at all
For when all’s said and all is done
Do we fail to recall
Words from our massive lexicon
When letters mix a bit
Because as text and shortening show
We seem to make them fit
Into some rhyme and reason
That then makes perfect sense
So is spelling important
Or do we sit on the fence
And neither condemn or criticise
More so ensure that we
Reach out to one another
Communicatively?

So tell – what is your verdict
Putting aside a while
The rules and regulations
And rigid rank and file
Where spelling is important
Non-negotiable let’s say
With words spelt from the dictionary
Just perfect in every way
With letters all in order
Lined up in standard form
Is this of prime importance
Or can we tip the norm
And mash them just a little
Into a jumbled mess
So long as folk communicate
Less orthographic stress!

The Mouth Speaks What The Heart Is Full Of

The mouth reflects the heart’s content
A mirror on the soul
The verbal flow of what’s within
Reciting rote recall
A vision of what lies beneath
The mask that each one wears
Betraying internal substance
So watch out and beware
Of those who smile yet utter forth
Profanities and hate
For where there is dis-synchrony
Such words are venom’s trait
Releasing from deep down inside
A vapour stream from hell
In swirls and pools of discontent
That does not bode so well
So only counter words that match
Content that’s good and true
And aim to honour real concord
In all you say and do

Dirty Washing

Why hang your dirty washing out
And put it all online
Dressed in limelights that let all know
The grot and rot and grime
Airing the foul and not so nice
For do you not just see
That some things are best sorted out
In private sanctuaries
Where behind doors with openness
Amidst the folk you know
You work your differences through
In ways that help you grow
And move forward resolved and more
Intent to act upon
The lessons leant with no baggage
Freed up to carry on