Category: Poetry
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It’s Unfair… it’s a pandemic
[I wrote this in the June of 2020 but forgot to hit publish. I neglected this website because I went somewhere else, but now I’m back. Sorry for the hiatius] You didn’t cause the pandemic. You may be one of those that were, and still are quite vocal about its dangers. You probably didn’t vote…
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Insight
I felt compelled to share with you all that I keep my recipe box (for my collected/made-up-myself recipes) categorised by moods. I think this says a lot about my weird relationship with food. We do, however, tend to eat certain foods depending on what mood we are in. Comfort foods when we want a touch…
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On Writing…
There is something comforting to me when I write. My pen comes in contact with the paper and something in my brain switches over. There is that sound of the pen making that scratching noise that I miss if I don’t write daily. Then there is the smell of the ink. I don’t think I…
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When I grow up…
Nothing happened today And everything happened too These days have become habitual Feet falling to the ground standing in a comatose-like zen posture, I blink People mistake it for winking Hard to shake some habits I live in the ‘why bother’ age where living defines you Anger – Anger – Anger “God I wish I…
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Dear Diary
So far in my life, there has been a lot of writing that goes nowhere and I have no idea if more exists. Is it new? Or is it just regurgitation? Words come out and all I can do is put them in the order I see them. All these words are stream of consciousness…
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Blog Entry (that needs no title & yet this is it)
I wear my red shoes when I paint or write. Right now, in my bare feet, I am wondering about this blog & my attachment to it even though my posts aren’t as regular as they once were. Then I remembered…. I’ve changed. As this is a personal blog, it will change as I change…
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#27
She plucked a wide-open rose that collapsed before she could catch its scent. Death was the effect by the hand that fed it. © Susan Yammouni
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Fiji in May
Hi Bloggers, I went to Fiji for a week. A last minute decision, I needed to get away and do something different from the daily crap I’ve been going through and to just get away. I went with my cousin Annette, who if it wasn’t for her, I would not have gone. She really saved…
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Tuesday’s Thought
Without limit or forever Whichever come last I will put words on paper My first, middle & end Love I write I think therefore I am single without limit or forever © RedShoePoet
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Quickie Lunch
Boil up some noodles. I used Ramen, they take 4 minutes in boiling water. Toast some sesame seeds in a dry pan until golden. Chop some green onion Make a dressing with – Soy Sauce Rice Vinegar Palm Sugar Drain noodles & toss it all together with dressing & sesame seeds. Top with some dried…
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