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Stirrings of the Mind (response to Writing Prompt #277)

This is a very good description of my brain is sometimes when only writing can stop my thoughts buzzing. I really liked this poem Stirring of the Mind.

Reena Saxena

The incessant buzz

of thoughts that shatter

thoughts that inspire

thoughts that pass unnoticed

unnerve me.

My ideas are raw,

unfinished, unsophisticated

likely to be scorned

or laughed at.

I silence the voice.

The bees in my bonnet

have multiplied

they do not let me sleep

threatening an explosion

if not released.

Expression helps sanity

I am not God, but

it is nothing to be scoffed at

I have a sane voice

amidst loud, ungodly creatures.

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Star Wars (response to Writing Challenge #22)

They did a great job incorporating all the different genres into one short and lovely poem Star Wars.

Reena Saxena

The fairy with purple rings

Is spreading its grey-blue wings

on the yellow orange sky

while the Sun collects its things.

The Stars emit energy waves

and the Earth below raves

about the Nocturnal Internet

for which other planets crave.

Killer Rays from aliens generate fear

They emit after donning action gear

Earthlings approach Stars for protection

Aliens come from afar, the Stars are near.

The stars approach the Moon

“You can make the Aliens swoon

with your brilliant spotless beauty

and we, to the Wind’s music croon.”

And there we tame the aliens into behaving themselves 🙂

Inspired by Dragonition at

Writing Challenge #22

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Where? (response to Writing Challenge #18)

This is great you get such a vivid sense of the place without haveing to use sight to describe it. The other senses creat a rich picture.

Reena Saxena

The heavenly aroma of herbs and grilled meat permeated my senses. The sound of cutlery touching the plates was not very pleasant though. How I wished, they invented noiseless cutlery!

I wanted to focus more on the whispers from the table behind me.

“Are you sure, this is our last meeting?”

“Yes. I think it is time to move on, and explore the world.”

“Without each other?”

“Why not? There is an ocean of opportunities beyond. Just look there…..”

“Hmmmm…….”

The cool breeze was soothing on my flushed skin. It had crossed the mighty waves in a high tide, to reach me at this end.

I tried to slurp soundlessly on the coconut ice cream, creating new sensations on my palate. What a fool I had been to remain enslaved to the chocolate flavour, all along!

It was great to be in …….

Inspired by Dragonition at

Writing Challenge #18

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I saw a ghost

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I saw a ghost while driving

I was on my way to work

When I saw it and it saw me

As it drifted slowly by

I saw a ghost while walking

I was taking my dog with me

It saw us, my dog was indifferent

As he was busy decorating a tree

I saw a ghost while waiting

For the arrival of the train

I looked at it and it at me

It vanished with the first drop of rain

I saw a ghost while reading

I was sitting up in a tree

It drifted down behind me

To read my book with me

What the colours meant

I was feeling childish and petty

And I didn’t feel like telling

What the colours meant

 

They meant more than one thing

To me at least. I thought why

Should I say what they meant

 

Into consideration must me taken

The context and location

To know what they meant

 

To most they meant nothing

The colours simple pretty

And nothing by them meant

 

Or maybe they were telling

The people already knowing

What the combination meant

 

Subtle Signs

Let slip subtle signs

No one sees, OR

They pretend they HAVE

NOT seen.

Colours, words, silences

They IGNOR or miss

THEM. The signs

That could have told

A story TOGETHER.

Be open to the words

They don’t bite

THEY can’t

They’re WORDS aren’t they?

Or are they more

‘Do we need them?’

YOU ask

If THEY

Bring people together

Then why not let them

Bring ACCEPTANCE

We have a NEED

To explain, to categorise

Don’t WE

All just want to belong?

To Market

Here is a responnse to one of my prompts by nombredelapluma. Please go check out their blog.

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He had never been good at striking a bargain
His mother should have known
Better than to send him to market
Never know what you’re going to get

Worried, he told himself these things,
Not wanting to be a disappointment
He had coins in his bag she said should be enough
But no candy or fluff

He wasn’t smart, he told himself, a lie
But he was strong, willing to learn and try

At the markets’ edge he met a man
Who said, catch the pig, and if you can,
He’s yours to keep, but if you fail
I get your money and the pig, tip to tail

Back at home he talked to animals
So he whispered to the pig about future meals
And shook the strangers’ hand
Who oiled the pig with a grease can

The man was surprised to watch the pig
Jump into the boy’s arms…

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Alphabetical About Yourself Poem Challenge

I got the idea for this post from Anni, her blog is Gentle Kindness and the link to her post is Writing Challenge “Alphabetical About” Yourself Poem.

Artistic in my own way

Beauty make my day

Careing about everyone

Daring to love someone

Enjoying what I’ve got

Fearing it will be hot

Growing and learning

Helping and planning

Imagining stories

Just some about fairies

Kind of a bit awkward

Like a bear, with a sword

Makes cleaning fun

Not neccessarily for everyone

Organised in some ways

Playing netball always

Quiet and very shy

Really wish to fly

Still getting lost a lot

Trying new thing in a pot

Unsure of who I am

Very sure of some

Writing is fun for me

X finding can also be

Years since I’ve been to hospital

Zero tollerence for very little

 

 

Words

Words that are so interesting and new,

They make stories come out of the blue.

Words that whisper things in your ear,

You don’t understand yet what you hear.

You taste them on you tong let them roll,

And slowly fall from your lips and toll.

Words you’ve never heard before now,

Their power leaves you wondering how.

How could you have done without them before,

These words leave you wanting to learn more.

New words that make things more succinct,

They can now be used with your instinct.

 

Writing

I feel the need to write, come like a hunger,

Then pick up a pen but then it is no longer

There. The words they have all gone away,

I chace them, wanting for them to stay.

 

Then other times I feel no need to write at all,

But feel the obligation and the words just fall,

Right out of the end of my pen or from finger tips,

But creative words rarely fall from these lips.

 

Knowing when to write is impossible for some,

Easier for others, and to some does natural come,

It can flow free or be forced, onto the white pages,

Lasting only seconds or surviving through the ages.

Stars

I’m sick of all these feelings

Their stange confusing meanings,

Wishing fun was simple again,

And I could just pick up a pen.

 

But things change, don’t they,

Unexpected feelings make you pay,

Feelings you can’t, make go away,

Moments in which you wish you could stay.

 

Wishing you didn’t have to feel,

Wishing for, a heart of steel,

Simultaneously, not feeling enough,

Maybe you shouldn’t be so tough.

 

Leaving is hard when you know,

You have got nothing to show,

Nothing to remember the moment by,

Except the stars, in the night sky.

Boxes

Confusion is all part of growing,

It comes from now knowing,

That you don’t fit in the boxes.

 

Some of the boxes are inflexible,

They make you uncomfortable,

But some have a bit of give.

 

The boxes, are inescapable,

Though some are very unstable,

And new ones can be made.

 

So don’t give up, be brave,

Find ones you’d like to save,

Or, make the new ones.

 

Cleaning

My room now resembles something vaguely functional,

A place that now feels far more manageable.

It no longer looks like a crime scene,

The floor can suddenly be seen.

My desk is clear of the piles of books,

That threatened to fall at the slightest of knocks.

But there’s still plenty to be done,

Lurking in the corners out of the sun.

Does anyone else…

Does anyone else, see faces in wood?

Does anyone else, feel misunderstood?

Does anyone else, feel safe in bed?

Does anyone else, call spiders Fred?

Does anyone else, see dragons in clouds?

Does anyone else, feel anxious in crowds?

Does anyone else, feel safe high in a tree?

Does anyone else, or is it just me?

Dear Mum

You may be the only mother, that I ever had,

But you are the best, don’t worry about that.

Thank you for always, being there for me,

Even when I drive you, totally crazy.

Thank you for loving me, no matter what,

I don’t know if you know, but it really means a lot.

I’ll love you back forever, we both know that is true,

I just want to tell you, just how much, I love you.

Colds

The stages of a cold,

Are something to behold.

They go a bit like this,

They start with just a sniff.

Then you have a headache,

A sore throat and an earache.

You feel completely miserable,

But noticing people are unable.

Then you suddenly feel okay,

But your nose almost runs away.

Then suddenly everyone notices,

Your sick, giving sympathy overdoses.

I’m Tired

I’m tired of staying up late,

I’m tired of sleeping past eight.

I’m tired of uni assessments,

And ridiculous group assignments.

I’m tired of all the confusion,

I’m tired of this seclusion.

I’m tired of rushing around,

And there being too much sound.

I’m tired of missing my mates,

I’m tired of the lack of debates.

I’m tired of all the disasters,

And the ridiculously happy broadcasters.

I’m tired of living in moments,

I’m tired of missing components.

I’m tired of missing the past,

And fearing what the future will cast.

I’m tired…

Why I’m Sick of My Hair

I’m sick and tired of my hair,

I’m sick of finding it everywhere.

In the shower and sink,

In my food and my drink.

In bed tangled around my toes,

On my pillow, tickling my nose.

It wont dry in the winter,

Make me hot in summer.

My pony tail slaps me in in the face,

Makes me loose my place.

Strangles me at night,

Giving me such a fright.

Tumbles all over my work,

Why does it have to be such a jerk?

I have way too much hair,

I have more than enough to share.

I Love You

I love you like a sister,

And right now, I miss ya.

No I love you more than that,

I think but like, I don’t know what.

We’ve been best friend for ages,

And friends since the early stages.

‘Is she you’re sister?’ people say,

‘No,’ I smile and laugh and it’s okay.

If they looked closer they could see,

How different, you are, from me.

We laughed about it often before,

Spending time with you is never a bore.

I read your thoughts and you read mine,

We answer questions at the same time.

I didn’t realise how hard it’d be,

Not to see you, reg-u-lar-ly.

Winter Weather

Of all the year round the best time of all,

Is winter when you want to predict the rainfall.

This usually works, when you live in Croydon,

You’ll be glad of my advice when you don’t get rained on.

When you open your door on a bright sunny morning,

Don’t be fooled, just listen to me and take my warning,

The rain will be falling in the next twelve hours,

The frogs will be happy and so will the flowers.

When you open the door and its misty and cold,

Don’t be put off, that weather won’t hold,

The sun will come out and banish the fog,

But predicting rainy mornings is like predicting a dog.

Fire

Bush fire on our street,

Pitter, patter of some feet.

Fire engine goes past,

Shut the window fast.

To stop the alarm,

From causing more harm.

When people sleep,

Without counting sheep.

The fire wont spread far,

No need to prepare the car.

They are just burning off,

Or some similar stuff.

Why would they not explain,

It really is a pain.

To wonder what’s going on,

Anxious something is wrong.

It’s probably okay,

But I can’t really say.

The Python

The python lay in wait for prey,

Nothing could keep that monster at bay.

It’s eyes upon a bird did land,

The bird upon the ground did stand.

It opened its mouth wide,

And caught the bird inside.

It quickly wrapped its coils around,

The bird couldn’t move or make a sound.

That poor old bird it got squeezed,

It suffocated, how could it breath?

When the bird died he was gobbled up,

If you are a bird in the air, I would stay up.

Fear

There are many types of fears,

Fears can make you burst into tears.

Fears were made for your safety,

Fears can inspire great bravery.

We all have, our own fears,

They will pass and change, over the years.

Is fear good? I think I know,

Its for a reason and it is so.

i wrote this a while ago hope you enjoyed it.

Spiders

Spiders are creepy, there is no doubt in that.

They hide in dark corners and under my hat.

They build webs where that’ll surly get in my face.

They want me to scream and myself disgrace.

I try to refrain, even when they,

Crawl down my leg, I don’t want to play.

They sit and they wait, eyes watching me,

They are waiting for, the best opportunity.

When I see one sitting in wait,

I know I shouldn’t take the bait.

I want so bad, to take my shoe,

And belt that poor spider, to TImbuktu.

Sorry spiders but you really scare me.

Why can’t you, simply leave me be.

Lonely Heart

Do you hear, that sound so clear?

Does it echo, in your ear?

When you touch, the smooth cool bark?

Does it, in you, light up a spark?

Does that taste, a memory stir?

Does it remind, you of her?

When you smell, crushed Autumn leaves?

Does it, remind you, that one grieves?

Do you see, what I see?

Does what you see, set you free?

Does seeing it, make you happy?

Or your heart, feel more lonely?

Sometimes I wonder…

Sometimes I wonder what should I write?

Not every issue, is black and white.

Sometimes I wonder how should I feel?

Not every ones will is created with steel.

Sometimes I wonder what will come next?

Not every answer can be, found in text.

Sometimes I wonder what should I do?

Should it be something for me or you?

Sometimes I wonder what does it mean?

Not all answers come from what’s seen.

Sometimes I wonder…

Poetry – Birds

I write poetry occasionally. Most of it’s silly and lighthearted. I always write rhyming poetry and I try to get it to have some form of rhythm. For me the rhyming is easier. Sometimes when I’m having trouble talking about something directly I find it easier to just write a poem.

When my Dad went over seas on a holiday a few years ago I wrote him a book of poems for him to read one a day. Some of them are quiet amusing and I thought I’d share one. If you like it I’ll share some more.

Birds

Some are colourful, some are plain,

Some are mad and some are sain.

Some are hunters, some are pray,

Some are quiet some will play.

Some can only make harsh noises,

While others were given very sweet voices.

Some can talk and imitate noises,

Others don’t have as many choices.

There are many types of bird,

And they all like to make themselves heard.

My thoughts

My thoughts are my thoughts and my thoughts alone.

Don’t read them unless I offer, they’re mine to own.

Here I offer them up for you to read, if you choose.

But don’t take for granted, that the rest are yours to use.

They may be on paper, no longer in my head.

But don’t assume they’re there, just to be read.

They’re there because I trusted, that people understood.

That they were mine, not yours to read, I didn’t think you would.

Chocolate

I’m addicted to, this thing called chocolate.

Without it for me, my life is desolate.

A day without eating it, I can’t for see.

If I ran out, then sad would be me.

Chocolate may be, my only addiction.

Though later this, may seem a contradiction.

If addiction to chocolate, comes so easy.

I guess it’s best to steer clear of smokes, booze and coffee.

Those three I’ve not, dared yet to try.

I’ve also stayed clear of thing, that could make me high.

Well that’s all I have, for the moment I think.

About my love of chocolate, that I’ve put down with ink.