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🐝 Too much & a #Poem 🙋‍♀️

Sigh.

This cancer-chemo-thing sucks at times. Sorry for my language. 😧

Spent this week organising appointments. That’s something I don’t enjoy at the best of times. Now… seems to take out everything of me. 🤯

However, I manage to do it now and not procrastinate for weeks… Looks like it teaches you stuff too. 👍

But I still need to learn to accept my limits. That doesn’t come easy… 🧐

Happy Friday, folks! I hope you can rock life and find happiness in unexpected places 🙋‍♀️🐝

This cold grabs my heart

Silently sadness creeps in

Hear the cockerel Call

Napoleon with three of his 12 ladies
Image of rocks and sea with quote by John Muir

Poem on Friday ~ Let the door do the talking

August 2020
I am using this month to work through my old posts. Some of them I post with the date they were initially posted. Some I re-publish for this month because they were fun, exciting or simply are still up-to-date. This poem was just plain fun. Feel free to use the prompt even though it is from 2015.
June 2020

Invited to let the door do the talking

Yes, I invited you to get “intimate” with your bathroom door. Well, not what you think of course!
I had a good look at our bathroom door a few days ago and realised how wonky it is. As we live in an old cottage a lot of parts are a little wonky which made me wonder how much this bathroom door might have seen in its life.

What would the bathroom door say?

What would it tell you if it could speak? Has it always been a bathroom door? Has there always been a bathroom? Who knows. Of course, I could ask our landlord and landlady who live beside us but that would be a little cheating, wouldn’t it?

Experimental Poetry

Since a few months, I like to get more experimental with my poetry even though I am not too big a fan of poetry that doesn’t really make sense. But hey! Life is short, and time for creativity even shorter. Let’s get rocking and connect the bathroom door with “Language is a Virus”.
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My Poem

Creak

Creak
Squeak
Usually.
A knock sometimes.
Never a kreen or a piaaak.
Creak
I creak usually
When you open me
When you close me
I creak
Yes creaking I do
And
I will never
Tell you my secrets
Of hidden tears
Or laughter
I creak
Yes creaking I do
And
I will never
Tell you my secrets
Of beauty
And disgust
I creak
Yes creaking I do
And
I will never
Give away
Your secrets

Either.

My poem after “Language is a Virus”

This poem looks a little different when I was working with it on “Language is a Virus” and it’s “Visual Poetry” gadget: Unfortunately, I lost this image
There is still time to take part in “The Day Jobbers Essential Poetry Prompt”.

The Cut-Up-Machine-Poem

August 2020

I love to play with words. Even though I mainly write haiku-like poems currently, it is nice to have a look back at some of my experiments:

October 2016

Yes, I know when this is posted it will be November but does it matter? In the last few days, I have written some new poems and posted them here. However, I need some fun and a little playing around and therefore I am going back to one of my favourite poetry sites: Language is a Virus.

It has a lot of writing prompts, writing gizmos and gadgets, and all in all, it is just great fun for any writing block to just vanish. Today I am using The Cut-Up-Machine and enter this text:

I’ve cut it up

It is October

and I sit on

the sofa.

No  mug of tea.

I had coffee.
Lot’s of it.

Now I am hyper like a

chicken on crack.

I can see the branches of 

the trees outside

dance in the wind

It winds them up

and down skillfully.

And I wonder

What

The Cut-Up-Machine

will make of this.

Let’s see what “Language is a Virus” will make of it :-). It’s been cut twice:

~~~~~~~~~

I’ve cut it up

down winds winds on wonder

What The the trees sit sofa.

No mug of wonder

What The branches this.

on the winds on down wonder

What The coffee.

Lot’s a chicken sofa.

No coffee.

Lot’s crack.

I am outside dance

had mug up and skillfully.

And mug the I trees

had mug

can had is had

in down wonder

What The….

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am sitting here barking with laughter…… 🙂

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Just one more thing before you go: The hospital that is treating me is fundraising for a dedicated breast cancer unit which would allow same-day diagnosis and better premises for patients and staff.

Please, if you can spare a little money hop over to their Just Giving Page and give as little or much as you can. Or share the page on your social media. Your support means a lot to me! Thank you very much.

Thanks my dears, for staying with me until the end. I appreciate your presence. Please stay safe, stay kind and remember that you rock!

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#Poem on Friday: Busy and short

Hello you dear readers! I am so glad you are here. Just sit down, have a cuppa of your favourite hot beverage, grab a cookie and relax. I suspect we need it in these uncertain times.

That is why I keep it real short today 🙂

baking and cooking

the holidays are coming

rest with stones and rocks

Happy Friday to you all. Just remember in all the chaos that you rock!!!! 🙂

image of dark goyne reaching into calm sea at dawn

#Poem of the Day ~ Dark Heavens

Hello out there, are you rocking and rolling? I very much hope so and if not feel the love that I send out every day to this planet and it’s inhabitants!

It’s time for a little haiku

image of a wooden goyne heading into a wave

Dark heavens looming

The sea storming towards land

candle in window

No storm at our shores by the way. Rather more a short heat wave 🙂

Happy Thursday to you all despite everything!

#Poem on Friday: Her Darkest

I wrote this post several months ago, before my cancer diagnosis. We still try to be as self-sufficient as possible but now the best husband is doing most of the work, while I try to get through chemotherapy 😊

Hello out there, how is your life going? I hope you and yours are well and if not know my prayers are with you.

I have scheduled my posts six months in advance because we want to become as self-sufficient as possible. This means in summer we are outside caring for our fruit and veg and there is not so much time for blogging. That is part of my winter routine when the garden rests.

As you know I am posting a musical journey around the world on Mondays and I discovered a Greenlandic band called Austra when I was writing this post. Their song “Darken her Horse” inspired me to write this poem.

dark clouds like horses

this rainstorm approaches fast

her hope never dies

video credit: Austra via KEXP on YouTube

Happy Friday to you all!!!!!

Please stay a little longer and find my poetry posts on The Bee Creates… on Weebly. Thanks!

You are more into photography? Then please check out my photo posts on Bee Wordless on Blogger.

You can also find my photos on Dreamstime (affiliate link, you do not need to buy anything but if you do I get 10% from your purchase)

Just one more thing before you go: The hospital that is treating me for cancer is fundraising for a dedicated breast cancer unit which would allow same-day diagnosis and better premises for patients and staff.

Please, if you can spare a little money hop over to their Just Giving Page and give as little or much as you can. Or share the page on your social media. Your support means a lot to me! Thank you very much.

#Poem on Friday ~ Take Life in Your Hands

Hello out there, how are you? I hope life is treating you well and if not that you have a mug or glass of your favourite beverage and lots of ice cream and chocolate. Yes, I know that is not the most healthy option to cheer oneself up but sometimes it is the only way… 🙂

It’s Friday and my time to post a poem so let’s not talk the day away just go for it 🙂

take life in your hands

choose what encourages you

see the sun rising

Happy Friday to you all despite everything 🙂

#Poem on Friday: Bow in Gratitude

Happy Friday to you all. Let your day rock no matter the challenges. I believe you can manage anything thrown at you.

Sowing and planting

These hopes grow every day

Bow in gratitude

Just a short note to everybody. I could start chemotherapy on Monday. Thankfully, I am not bothered with many side-effects (yet) but am really really tired so everything is going on a slow burner.

Thank you so much for all your kind messages on social media and here in the comments. I appreciate them a lot and they help me keep up on everything. Yesterday I wrote a little about my experience on Carol Anne’s “Therapy Bits”: “Bee’s Poem of the Day: Breathe” Please pay her blog a visit. Thanks.

Happy Friday despite everything!

#Poem on Friday ~ Human Being

Hello out there, how are you? I hope you and yours are well and safe. Please take a moment and breathe and remember you rock. Might there be a hidden blessing in these difficult times? My blessings are with you.

Human Being

Human being not doing

Remember your roots

Remember peace

Remember harmony

Remember….

Human being

Happy Friday to you all despite everything!

image of mountains with forest in foreground. White writing saying: To read without reflection is like eating without digesting. Edmund Burke

#Poem on Friday~ Snow glad Mountains

Hello out there, how is it going? I hope you are well and if not find some healing energy coming your way.

A month ago I sat in our living room wondering who will be winning the general election and how my mental health will go. It was rather stormy outside. I love those windy nights when you can snuggle up with a book or in front of the tv for a nice film. Cup of tea in my hands and relaxing.

Am wishing you a wonderful weekend with this little poem

See snow glad mountains

they are dancing and glisten

awoken from dream

Find more of my poems here and on Therapy Bits