So very hot and sticky
Unwanted insects at large
Maybe summer isn’t the best season
Maybe it is spring-time that begins in March?
Every year I dread it
Really I do – because I hate the summer, clearly I think it’s poo!
So very hot and sticky
Unwanted insects at large
Maybe summer isn’t the best season
Maybe it is spring-time that begins in March?
Every year I dread it
Really I do – because I hate the summer, clearly I think it’s poo!
Filed under Poetry & Songs
My poems are so morbid, but when I am in my depressions I can’t seem to be able to write anything else other than all of this negative dribble and the more I am around other negative people, the more dribble I write.
No offence for those who are currently in my life, not all of you are negative, in fact some of you can be very uplifting and I don’t think you really realise your value to me.
I am trying very hard to keep this blog active again and to come a little away from poetry a bit and concentrate on the intended theme of the blog – fantasy.
I have also thought about posting more regular pictures of my art, sketches and nature photography.
I have recently joined as an inactive member to a new website I discovered called Curensea.com
The site is like DeviantArt crossed with Twitter, you post your creative endeavours, whatever they may be onto the site and give and receive opinions for it with the exchange of points or credits which can in turn become real money at the end of the money dependent upon how many tokens you receive that month. The people’s messages are usually based on constructive criticism to help improve you in your chosen creative path – it is not meant to be destructive and should not be considered destructive at all if the criticisms are not to your favour.
Though I am currently inactive, that is my choice as at the moment life on the financial front are on tenterhooks for me, I need to get some advice about this as I don’t know if getting the tokens and being paid per month is considered self-employment or gift money as far as HM customs are concerned.
I also wanted to add another section to the blog based on something I have been trying to work really hard on in the last 2yrs – cosmic ordering and positive thinking. Despite my woeful interludes with poetry online, I have quite a positive outlook on life in general, but like a true manic depressive I can go from really cheerful, happy-clappy summer camp rep to Wednesday Addams in a blink!
I am also learning a lot more about the Science Fiction genre too, so there might be some experiments with that someday soon too. I know I have done some sci-fi art already with soft pastels.
Filed under About my work
Inktober Snowman – copyright Tina Cousins 2016
Winter is born again, through the tears of spring, the summer rain and the great bloody fall.
Now snowmen can have their ball, their jewels of ice and snowflake
Each year an elegant remake of the old becoming new
In crisp white gowns they gander at the brilliant white fields and lanes
Knowing that each year is different, knowing each year is just the same
The festivities are just starting
What fun there is to be?
Celebrating life’s ending
Celebrating with grand feasts
All the snowmen gather, with their noses of carrot and coal
Dancing on the frozen lake
Dancing with all their soul
And as winter nears its ending, the beginning begins to start
A brand new year is coming
Get ready with all your heart
For the winter’s end is warming
And spring is coming by
To melt the snowmen to heaven
With their jewels of snow and ice
And there you have it
Here it comes
Yes, the New Year has arrived
And the New Year has begun
Filed under Poems M - O
Filed under Poems P - R
A ball of burnt orange and red felt is clasped within my hands, I can smell its fragrance it taunts me to take a bite, I feel obliged. Slowly I bite the over ripe fruit and the juice trickles down my chin, drenching my white blouse but I do not care, for the moment and those moments after is sheer heavenly bliss.
The ball of felt has teased all of my senses, the furriness caresses my lips, and the fruit is tangy, watery and cool on my tongue and in my mouth, the fragrance appetizing, alluring, and enveloping and the sight soul clenching.
A slight embarrassment takes me over as I hear the lapping of the juices around my mouth, a little laughter of my friends who’ve noted my secret pleasure with the summer snack, abashed I take a napkin and wipe myself clean, that fruit was simply, perfectly supreme.
Filed under Writers block results
Sunflowers blooming under summer skies
I wonder when she will die
Love is gold and gold is here
I see her face and her hair
And I’ll kiss her little lips when I’m there in her arms
I am holding on, holding on to this charm
I will survive and I will come through
You’re an angel and I know you’ll come back to me each year
Then I’ll know again, that I can be free
But summer time is too far away from me
Filed under Poems S - U
Ah so this hot weather we’re having here in the UK has determined whether or not I am fit for Californian life or not, I am not; this heat makes my brain go fuzzy and I’ve not done anything remotely creative all week, two weeks of work lag and all I can think about is place names in my story – nothing more and nothing less.
Thankfully I live in the West Midlands where the weather is balanced in comparison to other places in England, in my opinion. This weather is unlikely to last another week, but in case it does I may have to try and buck my ideas up and start writing whether I can think or not, whether I am turning out crap or not; because, in a word, not writing is killing me, OK that was more than one word but as I said my brain is fried.
My reading pile has increased since this hot weather set in, but instead of reading the masses of books that’s piling up around me, I am sitting and staring at them and trying to give myself leverage for two or three hours before finally picking up a book, reading three pages and then falling asleep.
I get heat stroke so easily and with my other health problems it’s not very nice to me. Though this sunshine makes life less painful, it also makes me shockingly tired, why is my body so awkward?
On a good note I don’t eat much during this weather and I have lost 9llbs in a fortnight.
Filed under About my work
There are seasons in my heart the world has not yet known
A season of rain and a season of sunshine and a season of snow
Different to spring, summer and winter
These are my fluxes of emotion
Though it may sound overblown
But each day you can’t tell, which season I am in
Let’s just hope it’s a sunny one and let’s hope fun begins
Filed under Poems D - F
I feel the tingly burn when I sip the bitter sweet flavor of lemonade on my lips
I feel the rumbling churn as it makes its way into my stomach
Then I burp
A self-satisfactory burp, that makes me smile because it’s summer
Filed under Poems J - L
A slice of lemon
A splash of water
Fill the cup with ice
Sitting in the garden
Feeling the warmth of the sun
Isn’t this all nice?
Little slices of cucumber, covering each eye
Lie back in the sun and hope summer never dies
Hearing children playing
Hear them in the water splash
Hoping that they’re happy
As summer is over in a flash
Read your favorite magazine
Put your feet right up
Your husband’s doing the dinner
A BBQ knees up
Filed under Poems A - C
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