"Last Verse Thoughts" (Entry 555)

What are these words I write?

Is it for a solitary read, 

or do others truly take heed?

Considered true poetry of Parnassians find? 

No, just rambling verse of no particular kind.

I know the truth behind these scribbled letters. 

They are all emotions outlet, 

inked, release and then forget. 

Others are there as rememberings.

The joy, the heartache, the little things. 

There's also waffle within what's weaved. 

Of nonsense, fun and rhyming prances. 

From distant space onto page and dances. 

Whatever explodes from these words I write. 

I hope occasionally they delight. 

I hope it means something to someone, even so slight. 

With that I write, farewell. Good night. 

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So we're here! Entry 555 completed!

Task accomplished!

When I began this blog in July 2012, part of me trembled with the thought if pushing myself in writing this amount on a daily basis. There was times of hiccups, times of computer or internet failure, times of illness, but I've made it...

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"Unlock the Day Dream" (Entry 523)

First class flight to exotic lands.

In a spa, pampered by many hands.

Designer stores, buy clothes.

Picking out shoes, these and those.

On a stage to rapturous applause.

In a mansion, with staff for chores.

A fancy life is not what it seems,

for all of this is just day dreams.

Instead, I’m living the life I love,

and where I want to be.

It is with you, to have you by my side,

that is the key!

"Here is the Mood Forecast" (Entry 495)

Drip!

A drop of inspiration,

or a wet puddle of self doubt?

Splash of colour,

or drenched in drab?

A rainbow after the storm,

or just more grey skies?

Sun to follow 

or always downcast?

What’s the forecast to be?

"A Dose of Notes" (Entry 396)

Scales of method come to me. 

Finding nature's melody. 

I play the note as it will be. 

Lost in music, ill's remedy.

"Dream Change" (Entry 394)

There was always darkness in my dreams. 

Funeral edges and morbid seams. 

A shroud of despair-webbed grief-worm satin. 

A veil weaved of last rite Latin. 

Now nightmare mists, ebb and fade. 

For I found you, light to my shade. 

You elevate me to a heightened view. 

You've changed my soul. I love you. 

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For you, my darling husband, for you. 

"Believe in You!" (Entry 393)

Bellow loud!

Bellow proud!

Lift your head above the crowd. 

Be the best!

Have a quest!

Make your life count, this is your test. 

Show your style. 

Wear a smile!

Live and love and be still awhile.

Believe in you!

Conceive what's true. 

Achieve each day as if it's new. 

"The Inventors Vow" (Entry 392)

Invention times a mystery. 

Discoveries made in history. 

Secret creativity, worked or unbidden. 

Universal gifts no longer hidden. 

'Light bulb' moments to those selected. 

Inspiration's flash and then perfected. 

We own them much and so to thank. 

These mighty minds, a higher rank. 

Geniuses gather, to you we bow. 

To carry on, this is our vow. 

"To Know the Soul" (Entry 345)

To fold with strength of what you know. 

To keep on forward against the foe.

To save another above one's own. 

That's how to feel your soul has grown. 

"From the Waterfall of Words" (Entry 342)

There's a waterfall of words 

hidden,

deep within a land of plentiful stories. 

Kept in the box with a secret door,

in the lavender scented drawer

of the old lady in the corner house

who owns the nine cats. 

At night, these moggies

take flight, to turn into bats,

carrying Cups of Inspiration

dipped into the Babbling Book Brook,

Loquacious Library Lake and the Word Unheard Waterfall.

Once filled to trill and thrill,

the bountiful bowls of talent are

tied by silver slivers of a shivering idea.  

Flap your nocturnal wings, you mewing muses,

then blow imagination across the world, 

through golden hope hoops make thought bubbles. 

Creativity began. You know, you can!

They stirred and purred. A miaow - Do it now!

All from a waterfall of words 

hidden

in the box with a secret door.

"Hooked!" (Entry 269)

To pick and pull and curl and punch.
To hook and grab and slip, chain and stab.
To double up and more. I have a hunch...
That crochet knitting is more aggressive than I expected it to be!

"Be Bright!" (Entry 236)

Grasp that lightbulb above your head.
Time to change the filament and
spark the figment of your imagination.
Delight in the wonders of the world.
It's been dark for too long.
Take flight.
Be Bright!

"Live Away" (Entry 197)

This statement is full of nonsense.
A stalemate of words so dense.
You can never live away from home.
For when you travel, where'er you roam.
Isn't that where you live?
Your home is the heart you give.

"I was meant to be someone else" (Entry 127)

This isn't my life I'm living.
Let me spell it o.u.t and explain.
I was meant to be someone else.
Someone famous or clever or wealthy,

instead I'm stuck here - an imposter.
Restricted by forces dark and unseen.
This isn't my life I'm living.
Just existing and hoping to be healthy.

...
In fact, when I think, I don't want to be persons otherwise.
Just the better me, the best me I can be. Now that's a surprising surprise!

"The Painting" (Entry 105)

Over the mantle, there was a print.
Chinese lady - face a green tint.
I grew up watching her calm smile.
Always there in times good or vile.

She went out of fashion, called awfully tacky.
Those who kept her displayed were considered wacky.
So, off to the attic, hidden, she had to go.
Now she's back on our wall. Thank Tretchikoff's retro!

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Vladimir Tretchikoff

"Mirrored Imagination" (Entry 94)

Slip through the illusion
Passed the eccentric cupboard.
Discover a world like the other,
In reflection, a parallel life,
Mirrored - imagine to take half of one
And fifty percent of the other
To make unbreakable balanced whole.
What of the other halves?
Fractioned faction of fractured fractals.
Dimensionally damaged, to be destroyed?
Or locked within their pained pane?
Who's to choose who's to lose?
Leave brittle imitation behind the glass,
And stay a silvery amalgam as we are.
It's all surface anyway.

"Dream Catcher Lost" (Entry 85)

Missed it.
Again.
Late nights lost a brilliance.
Cast out into mortal realm,
found on saliva soaked pillow,
indented and creased across the forehead.
Idea erased.
Glowing green digits emblazoned into retinas.
Missed it.
Inspiration fantasy lost in the morning.
To live another day without the glimpse of early genius.
Divine dream dazed and departed.

"Perfect Night - Stars Align" (Entry 82)

A perfect night of Universal delight.

180 degrees of clear, 

devoid of clouds and fear.

Jupiter and Venus dance in line,

facing Mars - glowing red Divine.

Aldebaran takes its place, 

above turn its twinkling face.

'Tis a spectacle - a special time.

Turn to the heavens, when stars align.

"Burrowed" (Entry 74)

In the pet shop of your mind,
you will find,
caged, fed and warm,
a batch of Small Regrets.

Squealing,
Scratching,
Gnawing,
Knowing.

No one wants Them,
but every now and then
They squeak -
to remind you They're there -
and you remember.

How you remember.
Thinking of Them
BIGGER, LOUDER
and more important than
They really are.

They scrape at the surface of
real memories,
biting and burrowing Their way through,
taking the edge off achievements and optimism.

Don't feed Them,
as They expand and
eat Their way into
positive thoughts.
Leaving emptiness - only to be filled by...

...WATCH OUT!

Small Regrets breed if
YOU let Them.
Multiplying and mutating.
Give Them enough space,
They become Sorrow, Guilt,
Grief, Disappointment and
The Monster of Them All -
Failure.

In the pet shop of your mind,

you will find,

a batch of Small Regrets.

Keep them caged.

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Inspired by an exercise on Jani Franck's excellent course

"UnEarth Your Creative Nature".

To find out more about Jani and her creative guidance, and more.

Please click here.

"A Rainbow at Dusk" (Entry 70)

The globe lowers along a line that does not exist.
Slowly melting,
soaked up to change the colours of the sky.
Bright blue melds to violet
touching a golden centre
spraying orange and red of chewy candy.
A delicious treat of flash of green.
Gone!
Darkened night to indigo,
ready for the heavenly display delights.

"The Piano Players" (Entry 69)

If you listen hard enough,
somewhere in the world,
someone is playing a piano.

More than one.
What do you think?
A thousand? A million? More?

All playing to their own tune.
Living their life to their own rhythm.
Take a listen.

All playing.
Are they young or old?
Professional or new?
Some for fun, others for money.
Others play because they are made to.

Just think
if all these millions,
let's stick with millions,
all played the same melody
at the same time.
Would everyone on the planet hear it?

Would it reach the angels?

But the angels already hear them,
every song, all the time, everywhere.

For at this moment,
there is one angel who sits beside a girl
enveloped in thought and music.

The angel sighs, knowing that soon
this song will soon be lost.
As there will be one less piano player in the world.

So play,
play now and loud,
or softly for yourself,
but play.

Play your piano while you can.