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Poetry

The last chapter

#promptuarium #writing #library #books

The chief librarian was a bit perturbed

the books on the shelf had been disturbed

the books they seemed that all was fine

until the examined each of their spines

See with some ease and reletive dexterity

someone hand set the last chapters free

driving the readers around the bend

as the stories had beginning, a middle but no end

The staff did wonder – reasons why

someone would make the pages fly

till one day – the pieces appeared

along with the fellow – who looked weird

It turned out he read books back to front

as he moved the books with a shunt

so the library staff showed him the picture books

to stop him getting any funny looks

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Clothes

Where do missing socks go?

#Napowrimo

A sole sock….the others missing! Image by inky

I’ve been told there’s a place

that missing socks go

but where it’s located on this blessed earth

heaven’s do i know

perhaps they’ve gone to that

magic space where the locks have no keys

so they’ve locked on to a pole by a sunny bench

and are sunning themselves with ease

or maybe they’re sharing space in a box

with those puzzle pieces long past

the one’s you’ve been looking out for an age

and when you find ’em will yell at last

They could be hiding in your bag of marbles

or with your seaside pebbles and rocks

but the left out one has now found a right

even if you’re wearing odd socks…..

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Poetry

When things grow legs

A poem on irritation by inky

A rant on Flat Pack Furniture

I

The planning was meticulous

you bought it from the store

the storage unit of your dreams

that gave space and so much more

It came with an Allen Key

II

Into the empty room you stood

and looked at the jigsaw bits

no standard screws for this job

you have to use what fits

Clue…it came with an Allen Key

III

So you start with pre assembly

wood dowels at each end of the planks

another piece of the puzzle

you are grateful and give thanks

No need for an Allen Key

III

But then the magma bubbles

as you’re looking in the sealed bag of screws

there’s something that you need right now

and you can’t come to terms with the news

Where’s the Allen Key?

IV

It seems that the item needed to fix part A to B

has grown itself some handy wings and decided to flee

what’s annoying is that others you would use instead

do not fit the holes drilled in the screw head.

SO….WHERES THE ALLEN KEY ?

V

Modern day furniture – “so easy to handle”

burning both ends of your patience’s candle

so you hammer the screws to the holes there in three

and sit down and enjoy a hot , sweetened tea.

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Poetry

Lost

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#Lost #Fog #Picture #Disappeared #Vanished

they went for a wonder

through a familiar place

when the fog lifted later

of explorers – no trace

 

The local constabulary

puzzled like all

to Scotland Yard

they made a call

 

The dogs let loose

as the yards crack squad

examined each footprint

the missing had trod

 

but like their colleagues – at the end of the day

the inspector concluded – they’d been whisked away

with no more evidence – he said “Call off the dogs….

these poor souls have been taken by the fog!”

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Life Poetry Romance Romantic writing

Missing You

Missing

I sit here, writing
all alone
waiting for your
exquisite tones
Hoping that you
will
throw me a bone…
because i miss you

We parted,
on good terms
but separate ways
and as the hours turned into days
I wondered why you went away
because i miss you

Where did you go?
Where did you fly?
through the stars or a place nearby
I’d search the valleys, go the furthest mile
all to see that beautiful smile

But still there’s more, My heart won’t take
any more of this – it might just break.
Perhaps, one day, you might think to see
of one day, take a walk with me.

Not asking for your liberty,
just a talk – a dance – some tea
and if you worry where this will end
I’m happy with – “lets just be friends”

Gone off Radar – Plain to see
I Miss You Do You Miss Me?