CARO NESS AUTHOR: Thoughts And Musings Observations Blog

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The Hat

The Hat

I needed a hat

For a wedding

Something frivolous

Yet me

So I summoned up

All my patience

And headed for the nearest store

I found it

In a great shade of pink

© Text Caro Ness 2016


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Colour

Colour

A symphony

Of colour

Turquoise

Red

White

Simple

Bold

Colour

With hints

Of blue-green

Brilliant

© Text Caro Ness 2016


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Holding Hands

Holding Hands

Your hand in mine,

A simple sign

That you’re the one I love.

A glass of wine,

To pass the time,

With you, the one I love.

Our hearts entwine

With a strength divine,

Yes, you’re the one I love. 

The stars align

When your hand’s in mine,

Because you’re the one I love.

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016


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Bonsai

Bonsai

A perfect tree

With beautiful blossom

Pruned

Trained

To a gentle fall

In a simple pot 

© Text Caro Ness 2016



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Scotch Bonnet

Scotch Bonnet

Scotch Bonnet chillies in a bowl,

Chop them up or eat them whole,

Either way, you know you ought’a,

But they are sure to make your eyes water!

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016


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A Poppy Field

A Poppy Field

The field,

Full of poppies,

Was gilded,

By the rising sun,

And each petal,  

Delicate,

Translucent,

Was burnished

A richer scarlet.

© Text Caro Ness 2016


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A Slice

A Slice

The moon came up,

Like a slice of cheese, 

 Or the smile

Of the Cheshire Cat,

And the sky flushed

At its edges.

 © Text Caro Ness 2016


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The Beach Hut

The Beach Hut

We bought the tallest

Beach hut by the shore

And painted it

Bold, primary colours,

So we could immediately 

Identify it from far off

As ours.

© Text Caro Ness 2016


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Hello!

Hello!

The fleece was hot,

I got too warm though..

So do you know what?

I’m going to say hello! 

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image Piotr B  2016


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Old/New ( #poetsprompt #endoftherow )

Old/New ( #poetsprompt #endoftherow )

There was an old cart

That had been abandoned

And a broken chassis

With two imperfect wheels 

Was all that remained

Yet leaping up

All around it

Were clusters of flowers

Red

Yellow

Pink

White

Star bursts of colour

New and old

Side by side

Adorning

Each other,

The flowers

Bringing new life

To old bones.
© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image David Palmer 2016


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Menacing 

Menacing 

The skies today

Are full of angry cloud. 

Banks of them, 

Stacked one on top of another. 

Threatening, menacing,

And the sweet smell of rain,

Wafts on a stiff breeze

Across the city.

© Text Caro Ness 2016


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Graft

Graft

Truly great grafting history

Was made producing this stunning tree

Forty different fruits, including peach, cherry

A fruit smorgasbord for you and me

© Text Caro Ness 2016


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Dog TV

Dog TV

Gatsby is a doggy dog

But likes digital telly

Not analogue

And the one thing he really wants to see

Are dog related programmes on the TV

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016


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Sisters

Sisters

They think a box is quite divine,

Like every other cat!

Here they’re protecting a crate of wine,

Well, there’s certainly sense in that!

The one on the right is Calico Pie,

And she thinks that alcohol’s great.

On the left is Harri, she’s very shy,

But her sister’s her very best mate.

Calico loves a jolly good climb,

Up a box, a window, a door.

Harri is clumsy, so takes far more time,

And ends up in a heap on the floor.

Harri will chirrup to find her sister,

And she purrs and purrs and purrs.

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The Garden

The Garden


I loved

My grandmother’s garden.

It reminded me

Of one of those

Old-fashioned sweet shops.

You know the kind?

With serried shelves 

Of tempting concoctions,

Each one in its own glass jar?

Rhubarb and custard.

Aniseed Twists.

Bulls Eyes.

‘Winter Mixture’.

Her beds are laid out

Not just for colour

And texture

But to tempt

ALL your senses.

© Text Caro Ness 2016


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The NHS

The NHS

I wouldn’t want to second guess

What will happen to the NHS

If the Tories have their way

For everyone will have to pay.

Not free to each man on the street

But prerogative of ‘the elite’.

Health is something we expect

Our flesh and blood, our intellect

All of it should work with ease

Yet modern stresses bring disease.

And this legacy of 1948,

Should make us fight because it’s great.

It’s open to Tory sly assaults

Because it has its many faults

And reform’s essential, must be faced,

To eliminate all kinds of waste.

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Tower Bridge

Tower Bridge

…at night.

Dressed up

Like a sleeping giant,

Waiting to unfold

Its limbs.

Spanning the Thames

With effortless grace

And, at this time of night,

Thanks to numerous lights,

Clarity. 

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image : desktopwallpapers.org.ua


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Awake!

Awake!

I’ve had a really lovely sleep,

It was quality, it was deep.

But now some wretched, horrid din,

 Has woken me, to my chagrin,

If I’m required to bark right back,

The wherewithal I fear I lack.

Sleep still has me in its grip,

So let me finish my lengthy kip!

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016


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Dead Beat

Dead Beat

This is where I choose to lie

When energy’s in short supply.

Stretched across my mama’s bed,

It’s just the place to lay my head.

A comfy duvet in which to snuggle?

Then Morpheus is not a struggle!

When knackered I’ll sleep like a log,

‘Cause I’m one needy little dog.

So please forgive the ‘jumping up’,

I’m one exhausted little pup! 

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016


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Tumbleweave

Tumbleweave

…is how it’s known

A hairpiece that is now outgrown

And has chosen to migrate,

To road, to fence, to garden gate.

It’s what’s known as ‘bang on trend’,

To find one lurking round the bend,

Beware extensions! You might find,

They have left you far behind,

And chosen for themselves instead,

A thoroughfare as their next head…

Oh, beware the Tumbleweave,

It’s likely to just up and leave,

And, when you very least expect it,

Jump out on you quite unsuspected! 

Lately I have been alarmed

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