Tag: poetry

#OTR50 Day 129: Pinpoints

.Reading time 3 minutes.

Delayed posting due to wonky internet with US devices in Ireland and all sorts of off-line writing into non-wordpress formats and then fiddling with posting to private tools. I’ve been listening to loads of new music lately. Now that I finally entered the new musical world of streaming services, I am taking full advantage of […]

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#OTR50 Day 123: We are Being Watched

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Big Dog and Little Dog are at it again Watching my every move with a slight frown on their faces They know what packing means as they see me do it so often. . . This time it isn’t just me fiddling with piles of clothes and a suitcase. They watch, they learn, they know […]

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#OTR50 Day 122: Won’t You Sit With Me?

.Reading time less than 1 minute.
Puppy eyes pleading

Puppy Face Luna, my love, you must never play poker Your puppy eyes speak wonders Your mood read with a glance Honest and true Your heart on your paw Letting me know how you feel . . . That more time with you is always the better option In your not subtle at all opinion. […]

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#OTR50 Day 110: WordPress Blues

.Reading time 2 minutes.

I write and I write and I write | Your pages don’t turn but I fill them nonetheless | With words that I hear first in my mind and then flow onto the page that is not paper […]

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#OTR50 Day 104: Stress Snacking

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Stress Snacking Potato Chips Tostitos Pretzels Popcorn Late nights working by laptop light Making me crave what I avoid Chocolate bars M & Ms Kit Kats Hershey’s Kisses Deadlines and presentations Driving me to munch, crunch and devour I know it’s not healthy I know it’s all mental Yet my willpower melts When deadlines approach […]

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#OTR50 Day 103: Insomnia

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Insomnia I awake in the middle of the night over and over and over again Each time building stress making it harder to fall back to blissful sleep Each minute ticking by meaning less and less possibilities The alarm will sound and I will groan Exhausted and weary Angry with myself 262 Days to go […]

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