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The Wardrobe

She had a bit of a problem
Of which she was reluctant to disclose
Her wardrobe was full to overflowing
With a wild array of clothes

She justified this behaviour
By insisting it was cheap stuff
Purchased from the op shops
She couldn't get enough

Because it was so cheap
She'd buy three things instead of one
Her shirts multiplied in dozens
And her dresses by the tonne

The day eventually arrived
The wardrobe door would close no more
The drawers were overstuffed
Things were piled up on the floor

Clearly drastic action was needed
And obviously, without a doubt
This would require some discipline
And red wine to sort it out

Hours later, knackered and dishevelled
She had reduced her clothing stash
She promised never to repeat this mistake
And instead save herself the cash

She staggered to the op shop
Weighed down with bags of gear
But naturally, there was a sale on
And really, she had nothing left to wear...

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Musings On Faith

at the end
       when this life is done
and the heavy burden of belief systems 
carried by human ego mind
are released 

consciousness is freed 
returning home to source of all-that-is 

in this freed state all conflicts disappear
and truth remains 

the earthly experience is understood
as consciousness experiencing itself 
     in all ways 
releasing negativity 
raising light frequency 

endlessly evolving

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The Family Christmas Dinner

It's Christmas time again
And it seems I am the winner 
Because I drew the short straw 
To host the Family Christmas Dinner 

I'm stressing out already 
Although it's still a month away 
There's so much to organise 
I should have started yesterday 

I will cook way too much food 
To cater for various dietary ways 
But at least there will be leftovers 
Crammed in the fridge for days 

We will all eat far too much 
Then some will need a nana nap 
While others will be arguing 
About politics and crap 

The kids will spill their pudding 
On themselves and on the floor 
Some sentimental ornament
Will be broken, that's for sure  

Grandad will be shouting 
Because he's gone completely deaf 
And Aunty Prue found wandering 
(Honestly, we thought she'd left) 

But at the end of the night, exhausted 
When the dishes are finally done 
I'll remember the day fondly 
And look forward to the next one 



Write a Christmas Poem poetry contest 
29 November 2022 
Sponsor Constance La France

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Airport Hotel

I caught the bus the other day
I thought I'd go on a holiday
The bus arrived promptly at nine
The luggage loaded in record time

I was very impressed at the service
There was no need to feel nervous
That I’d miss my connecting flight
And have to stay an extra night…

….in an airport hotel ….

An in-between zombie zone
You’re not on holiday and not at home
Theres no time left to unpack
Your body clock is out of whack

Down rabbit warren corridors
The ancient air conditioning roars 
People come and go all hours
Boiling jugs and running showers

You’ve booked an early wakeup call
But you get no bloody sleep at all
And stagger out to catch your flight….
Completely stuffed and looking sh*te

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White Elephants

I’m sure ratepayers everywhere
Are aware of the many dangers
Of the cronyism to be found
At their local Council chambers

They build useless monuments
That will never make a buck
For vanity projects of all kinds
To feed egos run amok

All paid for by the taxpayer
Whilst roads and water are forgot
Common sense does not apply
To spend the rates financial pot

Management consultants say
‘Busloads of tourists will come to see’
But they’ve just made the numbers up
And charged outrageous fees

Ratepayers object but are ignored
We are unsophisticated swine
The council knows much better
How to spend your rates and mine

Behind the scenes you can be sure
Handshake deals are being made 
Strings are being pulled
And backhanders being paid

Touted as the next big thing
But a hopeless waste of dough 
When it fails the ratepayers cry
…………… ‘I bloody told you so!’

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Wordle

Honestly, how hard can it be
To guess a five letter word?
It's completely absurd! 

Yes, it's sadly true 
I'm ashamed to confess
I've become wordle obsessed 

I didn't think twenty six letters 
Could make endless combinations
And need such concentration

The game always starts the same 
No matter the first guess of the day 
All five squares turn out grey... 

.. Except for maybe an 'e' in the wrong place

Every day I begin it hoping 
I'll solve it in one or two tries
Nope.  Didn't.  No surprise! 

By the time row six looms 
There's panic and desperation 
And impulsive choices taken

But oh! the feeling of pride and joy 
When the word appears in green - 
I'm the wordle solving queen!

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Violin

Bought home in a battered case one day 
He took it out and and scratched away
Playing out of tune and terribly flat
He scared the daylights out of the cat

The horsehair that ran along the bow
Had escaped and departed long ago 
Never mind, he played without a flinch 
While next door the neighbours winced

Melodies unrecognisable to human ear
He can't keep time or bum notes hear 
'I'm a virtuoso!' he likes to boast 
But in truth - he's as deaf as a post 



20 April 2023 
V words writing challenge poetry contest
Constance la France

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Housework

Who was it who said
Housework prolongs your life? 
Surely they jest! 
They can go take a hike

I've collapsed on the couch 
From just the mere thought 
After leaving it it far longer
Than I reasonably ought 

Where on earth do I start? 
I just can't decide where 
Each job worse than the last 
I feel down in despair 

If only.. if only.. if only 
I'd done a bit every day 
I'd be feeling self righteous 
Instead of filled with dismay

I've practiced avoidance 
Become expert at ignoring 
Now I'm full of regrets 
At the state of the flooring 

The windows are grimy 
The bathroom needs scrubbing 
The washings piled up 
Somethings blocking the plumbing 

Who on earth has the time 
To do extras like dusting? 
When the fridge in the kitchen 
Is looking disgusting? 

I'm sure I'd be keener 
And find motivation 
If housework attracted 
CEO compensation 

Instead I lie here inert 
Filled up with dread 
Paralysed with reluctance
I'll eat biscuits instead

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Last of the Summer Wine

late summers here 
days draw long
not long now
til winters song

balmy days
evenings mild
flowers blowsy 
grasses wild 

warm rain falls
hot days fade 
cooling breezes 
harvests made 

so share a meal 
drink good wine 
this time of year 
is a vintage fine

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Jump To Recipe

Not so very long ago
When I wanted to bake
I would go to my cookbooks
For a recipe to make

Tattered and stained they were
History literally splattered on
Notes written like ‘doubles well’ 
Or ‘sponge cake by Yvonne’

….sometimes even a photo…..

Today for recipes I scroll the net
Searching methodically
For the only tab I want to find
Labelled ‘Jump to Recipe’

Now, I don’t know about you
But I don’t want to be besieged
By pages and pages of text
Cut and pasted for me to read

I know it’s to maximise SEOs
And other such kinds of device
But for God’s sake, get to the point
When ingredients and method suffice

I don’t want to know the origin
Of different pasta shapes
Or how cinnamon got its name
Or rare varieties of grapes

I have no objection at all
To a small communique 
But screeds of text turn me off 
So I’ve ordered a takeaway