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Our Day trawling around the Furniture Shops

And so I be in a writing mood or should I perhaps say mode

Today we ventured furniture shopping to adorn our humble abode

Alas we found nothing that took our fancy so

We came back empty handed not parting with our dough


All we want is a simple buffet not the buffet that means food

A cabinet for kitchen we hunted for and we determinedly perused

Some were made of Australian oak, some were laminate

We baulked at prices, workmanship, it was more than we could take


So we are empty handed not a buffet to our name

And we shall hunt again next week and hopefully strike our claim

For how hard is to shop for one, tis harder you than you think

At least now home and feet put up I can have a bloody drink!

Reposted from ramblingsfromamum





Turkey, trimmings, family, fun
Anticipation, cooking, finally, “Come.”
A glass of wine, an appetizer plate,
No more hours we need to wait.

The planning of this grand event
is fraught with feelings.
“Four’s too late,” says one, the other, “I wish three
is when we’d eat.”

The girls now disagree and I am caught
between my daughter, daughter-in-law.
Daughter’s going shopping, 4 AM,
and DIL says evening plans

have shown their face.
I want to placate everyone and keep the peace,
make all as happy as can be.
This seems beyond my boundary.

A sis-in-law and hubby come
tomorrow night to stay four days.
Their visit gives me joy,
and keeps the petty arguments at bay.

I hope and pray that peace will reign
around our table with no pain
or misinterpretation.
Holidays can be so tough.

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Smooth Brew (Monday Morning Poetry Challenge)

From the blog RezichFamilyKitchen.

Smooth Brew

Each morning when I awake

before I uncap my toothpaste

or taste my first cornflake

I wait around for the sound

of the first perk

as you begin to work

Like clockwork

crystal clear water

bubbles and drizzles

through the contour of your reservoir

and into the mound of dark grounds

which turns the water brown

as it runs down into your glass carafe

Alas your work is done

Now I will pour a cup or more

eager to savor your smooth brew

which is sure to renew

and soothe

a very sleepy me


This poem was written by and is the exclusive work and property of N. Rezich

Part of the Monday Morning Writing Challenge


Right Here Waiting For You


Honey I understand the things you say,

Even though it makes me sad.

We sat and had a talk that day,

I gave you everything I had,

 Just to prove my love to you.

Even if you’re so far away,

Will wait you till eternity.

Can’t wait to build my dreams around you,

right here waiting for you…

Being with you for a while,

 gives happiness inside ,

Know that I am glad,

that our paths collide.

Taste of your kiss , touch of your skin,

It makes my life so gleam.

I will continue to love you

 and keep our memories within.

Can’t wait to build my dreams around you,

 right here waiting for you…


love_unforgiven Too Late

Too late

Somewhere only we know (Film)

Somewhere only we know (Film) (Photo credit: hafecheese)

love_unforgivenwrote in poetssociety


I tripped over the words
That might have saved us
I took way too much
Knowing it would hurt us
I hit the bottle hard
Without a second glance
I just knew you lied
Without giving you a chance
I made all the mistakes
When I could have changed
I left when I shouldn’t
And you have rearranged
I tried to take it back
But I was way too late
I need you now
But that’s not our fate

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(no subject) love_unforgivenwrote in poetssociety

love_unforgivenwrote in poetssociety

Glare (Photo credit: kevin dooley)

My heart might be a little overexposed
And I might have added to the drama
Your like a Norman in the dead of night
Glaring bright through your halo
Sometimes, I dream of reconciliation
When I wake, I’m instantly concerned
The only fear I have is of loosing you
Not to anyone other than myself
Somedays, it seems like your just glass glare
And you know I’m no good at imperfection
Other times, you’re a little too perfect
But, of course, that’s my opinion
I seem to be getting much, much better
At picking out your insignificant flaws
Not because I need you to know
I do it for personal realization
Sometimes, it seems like we are trapped
Inside the canvas hanging on the wall
Stuck pretending like we were then
When you could actually be you
I guess lessons are learned eventually
It might take you and I forever
We will have to compromise somewhere
Though I’m sure you are not capable
Let me snap this last shot just to see
A fake smile, you’re hurting eyes
That’s exactly what I need to see
Through the lens of this camera.


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Clive meets cleo

Clive was wondering ,

happily  and springing .

Cleo was resting ,

laying back and singing .

Now Cleo it seemed ,

So pretty she gleamed .

She wasn’t a star ,

couldn’t play guitar .

Clive the cat ,

in the bushes he sat.

listening to Cleo’s voice ,

reminded of angels rejoice

they’re eyes finally met

In love you can bet

They walked off hand in hand……


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