Archive for ‘Willow’

December 16, 2016

The Christmas Fairy That got the Hump!

by Harry

Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.


Submitted by Willowdot21


It’s not fair it’s a shame
Christmas has come and gone again.

I am cold and put on weight
Eating all those chocolates I normally HATE!

The holly has all gone from the halls,

And some one broke my favourite balls!

There is a bit of Christmas tree

Stuck up the most embarrassing PART OF ME.!!

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October 14, 2013


by willowdot21

Photo from Cow girl dairies

Drip, drip, drip warm wet release.

It oozes out of me

Painful frozen squeeze please.

Stop the bloody pain.

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October 2, 2013

Acrostic Tetractys

by willowdot21

Poetry challenge: Tetractys.






Lonely soul

Ended sad life

No more to breath reposed now in quiet death Tragic.


An Acrostic Tetractys. ( had to cheat and add an extra line  to spell silent. )

October 2, 2013

Dance ( a Tetractys)

by willowdot21

Poetry challenge: Tetractys.

Photo, Eligible


Light toes


Flair skirt tip toe

Released mind flies high smiling lips sigh, bye.

September 10, 2013

Planet Eaters

by willowdot21

They came, the planet eaters, they trundled on and on they came upon us quietly so at first we did not notice anything was wrong.

The were tall and they were frightening with a wiry and metal shape, they crept up on us silently and left us wide eyed with mouth agape.

Where once was green meadow is now just dust and sand.

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September 9, 2013

Bleeding Emotion

by willowdot21


Hush! silence please , I can’t think, I can’t cope

My head is melting , I’m loosing it,  loosing hope!

Everyone is a little mental, I do not mean to be detrimental.

But just look at me I am loosing all control

Changing , melding , loosing my soul.

I look in the mirror and see all my colours bleeding

No definition left  of me, my sanity’s receding.

Look at those colours  drooping and melding

There is not much of me left now, even after all that welding.

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August 18, 2013

Twinkle Twinkle

by willowdot21


I had an exploding tin of flowers

It made me feel fine. I would slip out, after hours

And watch the flying colours while I drink my wine.

I offered you my flowers

I hoped to make you happy too.

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August 14, 2013

The weeping angel.

by willowdot21

I saw the Angel at the grave she was weeping tears.

The weight of all the grief she had seen, years of pain and fears.

It hurt me to see the angel so, such a burden she had to carry.

The hate  and betrayal all around I wondered why she should tarry.

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August 5, 2013

Just not good enough

by willowdot21

It hurts his voice cuts through me and I bleed, bleed stress.

This can of worms is open again and I am up to my neck in mess.

Never never , you find ME doing that .

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August 2, 2013


by willowdot21


Running through the tunnel, afraid of my own shadow

I can’t breath  this place is dark and  so narrow.

I hear the river on the other side of the wall

She is whispering  and to me I hear her call.

She’s after me I know, if I trip she’ll catch me as I fall.

She is flowing , flowing  her powers growing, growing

Fingers rippling , rippling reaching out for me

Please don’t let her catch hold of me or I shall never again be free.

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July 10, 2013

Not a rehearsal

by willowdot21



Close you eyes and take a leap

Step out proud don’t cower and creep!

Run at life and grab it with both hands

Face your fears accept things as they stand.

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June 29, 2013

The sound of silence

by willowdot21

Poetry challenge: Oxymoron’s

A deafening silence  descended up the hill  and someone shouted “good grief”

Two young adults  came into view looking like the living dead

Their eyes wide shut they looked ahead behind each stone to vent locked up release.

Their clothing was inside out and they were walking upside down and they kept looking back ahead.

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June 29, 2013

Glastonbury Virgins

by willowdot21

Music floating in the air

Music, people smells and sounds everywhere .

A horrendous queue for the loo

A plethora of things to see and  do.

A smiley girl  hardly anything on dances in her wellies

She and her mates are having fun they have all got new piercings on their bellies!

A little toddler run’s a rye  his dad is watching closely from near by.

His mum is having a henna tattoo, it’s really is just the thing to do,something I would love to try.

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June 25, 2013

Acrostic : Vampire

by willowdot21

Vainly ignoring her

Amber lips, making his dead heart stir

Moving in he thrust himself into her

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June 19, 2013

Talk to the hand

by willowdot21

Talk to the hand the face ain’t listening .

Don’t get that close to me I can see the tiny hairs on your neck bristling!

Screaming at me like that is just so pointless

I have done nothing wrong so why cause me so much distress.

I know every time I open my mouth

I say something wrong and then the whole day goes south.

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June 13, 2013


by willowdot21

All was silent all was calm

From below there arose an arm.

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June 11, 2013

Desserts is Stressed spelt backwards

by willowdot21

Look at those cushions, they are not straight. The dust on this coffee table is inches thick. Clean it up now you lazy bitch you know mess is something I hate.

Do it now, go, move you make me feel sick.

Don’t stand there staring as if you were thick.

The kids have wrecked the bathroom,  move your arse and sort them now. I don’t give a damn about your aching head.

Where is my dinner I have been at work all day, have  you even heard a  word I have said.

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June 9, 2013


by willowdot21

I am bored are you

Why is there nothing  to do

Things are tired and blue

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June 8, 2013


by willowdot21

I shall not run I shall not hide

I’ll face the void with my eyes open wide.

I shall call up my warrior from within

and hone my sword the battle to begin

If I must make sense of what is my worth.

I shall do it now I shall justify my time on earth.

Each time the void comes for me

I make the mistake of either drowning or trying to flee.

Why do I do this time after time  both paths are futile

I end up broken, spent and feeling vile.

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May 31, 2013

Falling from the Moon

by willowdot21


Falling from the moon,

The stars said Ah!  the earth cried see you soon.

It did not seem so far when I had started out

But now as it goes on I begin to have some doubt.

The twinkling stars whizzed by

As I waved the moon goodbye.

I felt that I could fly

Felt I could zoom up and light the sky.

I began to shudder and shake,

What if I hit the earth too soon, would I would break.

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May 30, 2013

Tick Tock

by willowdot21

Sitting on the Piano top is the metronome

Guiding you unable to stop music in your home

Tick! Tock! Tick !Tock! you must never cease

Making music  as the notes bring you release

So in syncopating trance you are hypnotized

Tick! Tock ! your music is  highly prized.

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May 29, 2013

Where is she? Poetry challenge: “Self Portrait”

by willowdot21

Can you the answer see,can you please

where is the person who used to be me.

I have tried to find her and searched high and low,

in and out but she is hidden somewhere I cannot see her though.

She was bright and she was funny always had a song to sing

A  job to finish and a question to answer her smile was electric it had a certain zing.

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May 11, 2013

The last walk home

by willowdot21

Poetry challenge: Landscape.

Photo from fine art

The road is dry and my feet are bare

but I am heading for home, I just must get there.

I walked this way when I went to school

so full of hope open to learning the rule.

I trod this way  as I grew older

my books got heavier and the winters got colder.

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May 6, 2013

Inside Me

by willowdot21

I am a fret work,patchwork,lost soul of a girl.

I am pigtail, full bangs short skirt thrown into a whirl.

I am a big bust, tight arsed see through boiling pot of lust!

I am a thigh high patent  leather boots of “come on” don’t feign disgust!

I am a black eyed, raggy dress, sexy legs in stripy socks.

Purple lips curvy hips legs akimbo over the back of a chair

throw my head back wash your chest with my hair.

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May 1, 2013

Silver Spring

by willowdot21

Drip drip, the snow is loosing it’s grip and Winter Wonder is  looking tired. She has been dragging her skirts through the fields and turning then to slush it really is becoming bothersome to her as she does so hate to rush.

But who is this peeking through the cracks in the clouds, hiding in the buds of flowers and calling to Wonder but not too look

It is her little sister the youngest of them all, most delicate and gentle soul,  Silver Spring the song birds all do her call.She is the light touch of a gentle breeze that  gently rustles through your hair. She runs her fingers along the branches and makes the snow to thaw then dances on our roofs and paths so it disappears some more.

She is dancing up and down the flower beds  and whispering to the buds, “Come on my little lovelys   it is time to raise your heads! Waking up the squirrels and every animal that hibernates, hurry hurry she gently coos I have filled your breakfast plates.

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April 28, 2013


by willowdot21

Haunting and sad this troubled young man who grew to be a Bolshi  detective  inspector, opera loving, crossword breaker and  connoisseur of real ale, has taken my interest . Here is part of a little ode to Endeavor / Morse, that is buzzing around my head.


Endeavor, Endeavor

A lonely young man but clever.

A fast tract detective before his time

Super sleuth quick he is and always  solves the crime.

Music his first love. Opera his life’s blood and sustenance.

Real ale his hobby,a joy to light his countenance .

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April 26, 2013

The Fan

by willowdot21

Such a beauty standing there

white flowers in your jet black hair.

Starry dreams within your eyes ,

the kind that make young men’s spirits to rise.

Golden brown skin young and unlined

and a smile that could the sun blind.

In you grasp a leaf shaped fan.

That fan is the envy of many a young man.

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April 21, 2013

The Balerina

by willowdot21

Just like being stretched upon the rack

bruised toes and aching back.

Practice practice every day

no time to sooth those pains away.

Willowy thin is hard to maintain

you have to be strict and refuse treats

again and again.

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