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Tilly Apr 2013
THE SIGN* arrived, with masking tape,
stuck upon the door.
                                    TRASH BAG WARNING
it yelled
(with smiley face)
                                  ~I cannot see the floor!~

A sigh was heard
- by all the house -
the sign read ALOUD, once more.

                                               CRASH  
                                                    &
                                                BANG,
  
                                                soon followed it, as my Batgirl
                                                >slammed< her door!

And maybe,
there was a curse or two;
Beneath her breath   repeated.
But
life went on,
with nothing wrong &
the pile of stuff depleted!

Although,
it took the loudest hour,
'til Batgirl opened her door.
Trash bag tied   with masking tape
& 'the amended sign' re-applied

                                       "NB:
                                             Holy tidy rooms,
                                             Batgirls' done it!                          
                                             DONE & DUSTED

                                                                ­ 
  
                                           
                ­  Whilst         the P.S. made us both smile...                                                         ­        
                              
                         ­             (Obviously not literally dusted, Mum, 
                                        but even you, The Joker, can get the gist!)"


*For-given the prior scene of teenage devastation... Batgirls' reply had been superhero swift!
True Story...

QUESTION: What to do with One teenage daughter + too much stuff & too much revision
< No time to tidy! =  :'( when we can't find anything?
SOLUTION: Give 24hrs warning of Mum donning full chemical suit & going in to tidy.
(Rule being that anything on the floor goes in the bag)

Remember to add some humour :D

Batgirl also added an illustration, of a duster over a vat of ACID with a cheeky explanation...

"Can our caped crusaders, defeat the devilish deeds of Mummy Linda, and escape in this episode:"

Um, no, sweet child of mine... Mummy has a duster and she knows how to use it... Mwahahahaha x
Apr 2013 · 947
Within the bat of an eye...
Tilly Apr 2013
When
an eye from
the wallpaper,
blinks.
I wonder...
Do
hidden
herbivores
always stink?
:)
Just keeping a watch out for
the elephant in the room x
Tilly Apr 2013


coldly
smooth skeletal
hands turned
twisting
each
door
dead
locked
long before
our lips dried

(05/12)
Tilly Apr 2013
Little feet
on mounds of earth
Lots of stamping
childrens' mirth
Jumping mole hills
wellies high

How fast these precious times go by

Little voice from mum (disguised)
wonderment shines in widening eyes
believing the poor jangled mole had said

**"Stop Stamping On My Head!"
True story.
What is it about kids, and molehills?? lol.
Aged 16 & almost 2,
they are the best mole deterrents I know of !
***
Tilly Apr 2013
Mainlining
e v e r y
poetic
word
THE BUZZ
is

w
o
r
t
h
i
t

.
.
.
Tilly Apr 2013
fiery
         feathers alight  
                       on proffered palm,                            stealing   
                                                      vermillion­  coated  
                                                             cru­mbs.
Apr 2013 · 680
as she fell...
Tilly Apr 2013
First
to pieces,
then to dust,
He captured her with words;
Of gold, freed
with silver tongue,
imbibing
every verb.
To: A dear friend, & the poet of my
(mended) heart strings <3
Tilly Apr 2013
winged osmos
flew,
dusted beats
into chaos,  
as each
word
feels
felt.
5,7,5
of getting butterflies, & a little osmosis :)
Tilly Apr 2013
Oats, stay dry for fecunditys harvest, as Eostres' hares
bring pittu; Falling earthbound, in abundance.
Spring madness dawns;
Love, persists. 

Once willowed, under Winter skies, shed all
we've done before.

Bringing warmth (sown a lifetime ago) to embrace
this thaw.

Watching our steps, across moss green floors; We dance
lingering in the sweetest meadows.Together,  
under budding branches;
It's time...

Blossom, reflected upon dappled millpond;
Still.
- Dark glassed surface, gently rippling with undertone -
Can you hear the water paddles roar?


Will Springs' spirit guide you; With carnal lust abound,
trusting Her to save your oats from being;
Taken...turned out...
ground?

We,
with spare oats, heap
to powdered dust; Sifted, then refined...
Molded something beautiful, wholesome, yet devine!
;)
I hope to catch up with... reading, very soon
Looks like I've missed much!
W x
Mar 2013 · 1.0k
Inside Ivory (Poem Art)
Tilly Mar 2013
every
cobalt blue
feather         less
  s  o  n  g    b  i  r  d  
t    r   a   p   p   e  d
w   i   t   h   i   n
     a  b r i t t l e      
cage
will
  beat
clipped wings
'til
  droplets begin
filling
silent
  ruby pools  
with fluttering desires  
to fly free & sing
The cage door has been left open,
just in case
...you feel it beat,
does your little bird sing?
Tilly Mar 2013
She sits within the dusty corners, of
a mind she cannot leave; Instinctively knowing all,
as each breeze stays...  
unfelt.
Feb 2013 · 989
Oh! To be a muse (adored)
Tilly Feb 2013
Chaining the muse to his glass desk.
The poet can write
with ease.

Deft fingers un-stitch
antique silver;
Twinning his soul...

Letting passion
ignite,
as essence flows

on reeds
[magnus
opus]


which bloom,
in each wound
laid bare;

As whispers
escape
her shade.
Feb 2013 · 1.3k
Unhook Yourself (4:20)
Tilly Feb 2013
Why? In Oceans' seven ~
with companies of angel fish aplenty; Do we swim,
to kiss the soup of shark...
Fin
"Collective nouns... are delicious, but sometimes deadly," said the shivering pescetarian.
Tilly Feb 2013
He sits silently
watching; Waiting, for ******
bones, like a true Troll.
(5,7,5)
Tilly Feb 2013
Standing
with nothing - there is still
so much more
to give

Alone
sits easy,
with toes dipped, in
four leaved
clover.

We
absolve
ourselves with the
tenacious honesty
of tomorrows'
sunrise

Brazen,
underneath starlit skies."Observe;
We too, have died before."

Bodies
alight, with heavenly fires;
Intense, passions
igniting
pure reactions.

Join
and part
each atom of self
to allow
flow.

As
saline spills,
filling emptiness
with oceans,
across
arid plains.

One
single flower
blooming, silently, in decoration
     of soulful beauty        
  
Whisper,
  our riddling
faintly defined
shadows
stuck
   to    
                                            missing       pieces.                                            

                          Together                     ­     
                               in needs ...                          
                                                            [of yours, or, mine]     
  **We... are here
... & I do believe x10, beats the current record, lol :)

Standing, Alone, We, Brazen, Bodies, Join, As, One, Whisper, Together (if read, as one poem)
Tilly Feb 2013
Perhaps... Each time you've laid down your head;
Silently contemplating, the restlessness of consequence
of (could be) *
should** be
said...
Feb 2013 · 1.0k
Eight inches, really? (10w)
Tilly Feb 2013
Where stated*; The reality is, *usually measured in, metric disappointment.
;)
Predicted snowfall ...
in the UK, & wishing for more!
Feb 2013 · 1.0k
(not a Valentine's day poem)
Tilly Feb 2013
once,
i held tight to
your words they filled
              this                  emptiness                  w­ith love  & passion  
    promises  you blew 
  hot blasted air
     a-drifting  
&
  i'm
      f    
                   i             
                                n                
                                 a         
                                        l      
                                              l       
                                                  y     
                                                     l     
                                                       e  
                                                           t    
                                                           ­   t    
                                                                i    
                                                            n
                                                           g
                                                             G
                                                                ­  O
Tilly Jan 2013
Thank goodness for that!
Fix me another arrow, please... with no
strings attached & with a little less...
  target practice.
:)
Tilly Jan 2013
One                                     
                                                    d           ­                                                               
                                           e                                                        
                               a                                    
                  d                
          leaf       
brown & brittle
hangs upon a branch
Swayed by a Northly wind
     You turned to me,                         
                saying gently                                                   
   you would be gone            long before  
      the tree                  outside your window   
                              lost every one of its leaves                   You                         
                                       forgot                that brighter greens grow                                  
                                        beneath those rough        dark capillaries                                     
                                                which span this                 grey horizon                                              
                                                 Days pass                 shadows shorten                                                 
      & Spring renews            Sun warms       
     our upturned faces   Maybe soon      
                 you'll glimpse that fragile hope                 
                                                  still fluttering          above us                                                   
                            ­                            in the dappled canopy One                                                         
                                 single skeletal leaf       I'd                                   
                        attached­         with a                          
           steel safety pin            
.
A grand-daughters true story.
Tilly Jan 2013

                                                A           ­                                 
                             swirling                            
  requiem      
            ­    of                              
                                unsung  ­                                
                                              promise      ­                                    
                            ­       through                        
                            chipped                        
    ­                daylight                            
                      shines                 ­                              

;)
Jan 2013 · 712
Beyond (10w)
Tilly Jan 2013
Searching for answers
exploring space
behind lips
not yet
dry
BBC Two Stargazing Live

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/galleries/p013l8gh
- Gateway to the stars - Cwm Idwal, Snowdonia

It would make a perfect kissing gate :)
Tilly Jan 2013
Punctuated sighs, where paused commas seek sweet breath, to rest.
Tilly Dec 2012

Each  
      midnight quill
                    stains more than            
   just my eyes
Silver laid  
promises
float        
unseen      
to where    
   treasured         
words              
rest &                 
                    still                                       ­               
               w                                 ­             

h
i                                                                   ­                                    
s                           ­                         
  p                                    ­                            

 e     
  
 r
                                                             
   .. .-.. --- ...- . -.-- --- ..-                                                                  ­                                    
.
...with my very best wishes for 2013
L
x♥x
Tilly Dec 2012
as New Year arrives, darling,
                                                                ­                                    consider where your lips are.
You've got to love those old family favourite games of Christmas's past...
Tilly Dec 2012
Don't ever teach her...
the games of flesh; Sweeter,

broken,
She learnt ~
you'll be played with, cracked up, eaten, BURNT!
Old Chestnuts = same Old stories
Old story that has been told repeatedly before,
a 'venerable' joke.
Hence, the same story, in extended use, anything trite,
stale, or too oft' repeated.
;)
Dec 2012 · 826
Amuse in greens' past (10w)
Tilly Dec 2012
Really.
                               What will they think...
And
what, could they do?
:)
Tilly Dec 2012

                                                             ●^●
                                                     Little
                                    bangs of pop
              pop poppin', corn snacks
            made for tiny stockings
      Tree are decked
  (with needles
dropping) as
snow outside
shows no signs
of stopping Tasty
moustaches from hot  
choccy mugs, smiles warm          
   Home, all snug. My Christmas                           
                             always filled with                                                                                       
  ­                  love                                                             ­                                        
      X                                                                         ­              
                                                     
actually it's raining... we're just wishing for snow!
Tilly Dec 2012

●^●                                                             ­         
  *Wishes waiting for fulfilment                  
of commercial, Family, or      
Shining Light. May it 
    bring Joy, Comfort,
    & Peace to each,
  You & Yours  
this night.
Surrounded
 by the warmth   
  of "Love to all"
          beneath a mistletoe
                              moon, sharing
                                                  a candlemas 
                                                         night

­                                                          x
Day 23,
of the Advent
for Yule-Tired Man
Tilly Dec 2012
One berry                                    
hangs                                                   
alone  ­                    
    silently            
           decomposing  
                                     in
          ­                                   a
                            ­                    wilting
                                                   wait
 ­                                                 of
             ­                               just
                                     S
                               u
                         p
                  p
               o
              s
                i
                    n
       ­                 g      

                                     I             
                             hold one            
                         shining berry,
                            (yes, dear)            
                                    &            
                                     
                          ­            do
                                        so, 
                   ­                       with
                                             hazels  
                                                 doe-ing                      

                                                       One berry                                  
                         ­                                         hangs                   ­                     
                                           ­                         where all
                                                                ­        other orbs
                                                            ­                     f e l l,  
                                                                ­       squashed      
                                                  ­  between amused
                                            fing­ers
                                    for   
                             I           
                   wish                         
          upon
       just
                                           
    one
                        ­
   kiss                 
   
      |  
      ^  
   /    \  
          ●
              that 
                   clearly
                        lingers

                                    **One                   
                                         berry hangs                                                                        ­                                                      on  ever green
:) Day 22, The Advent of Yule-Tired Man
A holiday kiss, from an old fashioned girl.

inspired by an Old Custom...
For each kiss beneath the mistletoe,
you should discard one of the berries.

Sweet, eh x
Tilly Dec 2012
Heralding new, in skeletal chariot;
she chases fodder across Solstice night.
Bright ribbons, on garlands made of *******.
Beiwe feasts.
For Karl Johan, with a pat :)
My neighbour, mad Swedish friend, and awesome story teller.
I found him, putting butter around my front door, so Beiwe can eat it on her way onwards...hence the title!

The Saami, indigenous people of Finland, Sweden, and Norway worship Beiwe, the sun-goddess of fertility...
& sanity.
Tilly Dec 2012
By paper-lantern light

flames colour a snow crystals dance, beautifully enchanting, to

the distant sound of singing; Joyous songs of celebration, lulling all in revelry. Each note heard

in silent reverence, beneath the skeletal canopy of majestic oak spread. Where from amongst the

damp branches, wise old saucer eyes calls "Ubi? Ubi?", heralding a cacophony of wide-eyed whispers

This afternoon, sweet twilight guides our paths as we search on ever onward journeys unknown; Our

arms collecting firewood, to fill the empty hearths of others. Unaware of the cold hands, we are, when

there's such warmth in our hearts. We toil within the stillness, snow falling softly, and covering the
  
crisp ground. From deep beneath the dazzling pure white, tiny hibernating animists
  
blink wide from the                               warmth of hidden
  
woodland beds.                        Gently,         
   sweep the                   12 droplets
                             of ice from                 all our eyes, Sol,                   
                             as we cough        darkness                                
                     from our      lungs,                       
                       watching the sparkles     of no                                              
                      matter,  floating                  
in the  paper-
            lantern light            
       to scatter across    
this   Solstice   sky,
illuminating our fates,
as cold  snowflake hearts
twinkle like falling stars, unseen,
turning, embracing the return of the Light
Tilly Dec 2012
T
i
n
der
of smiles,
c r a c k ling
word sparks,
ignite the
dry.
BOOM!

This is my second attempt, my first is here...
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/rememberi-told-you10w/
Dec 2012 · 2.6k
Suffragettes, of now (10w)
Tilly Dec 2012
Stand up.
look us in the eye;
Equal us,
boy
.
Dec 2012 · 823
pour Noël
Tilly Dec 2012
Teasing?

As if
I would

but then

I
can't speak

for my
lips
;)
Day 11,
Advent for
the Yule-Tired Man
Tilly Dec 2012
●^●                                                              ­                                                          
Mistle­toe with berries red, chestnuts roasting, kids in bed.                    
        Glass of eggnog,cheeky kiss, how I live for times like this!                          
     Wrapping done, and stockings filled, brandy warmed                        
and champagne chilled. Baking done, put up our                
feet, and sip the drips from lips so sweet x       
Turkey thawed, ready to roast. Cards      
all sent by last nights post. Treats
left out for old St Nick,
but maybe add a carrot,
quick! Snowman built,
and robins fed. So now
hush my love, it's time
for bed. Midnight
bells, and wicked
grin, as one last
glass of port and gin.
   Maybe, dear, before they rise
        you could unwrap just one surprise?
                       If you can't find it 'neath the tree, then maybe,
                                  baby, your gift's ME! So Merry Christmas, all
                                                 my friends, as with a bang
                                                   this poem now
                                                     ends
                                                     x
To Mr D.Embers, for the mantlepiece of you & yours ***

Merry Christmas, dear friend :)
may all your wishes come true x

I thought your poem would look good this way,
I hope you like it ..
Tilly Dec 2012


*.A.  

.sleek.

.little kitten, purrs.

.sweetly, in silky ribboned box.

.hiding, little claus 'neath a pretty tree.

.of wishes.
.of dreams.
;)
Day 10,
Advent for
Yule-Tired Man.
Dec 2012 · 917
Beneath frozen wires (4:20)
Tilly Dec 2012
Slowly, a single white feather
on her cold, out-stretched palm, *alighted
.
She knew then... those thoughts
were of her surrender.
Door 6,
of the Advent
for Yule-Tired Man x



To explain the significance of fallen feathers, in a truly beautiful way
... please read ...
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/little-feather/
by our lovely Weeping willow x
Dec 2012 · 574
Breaking...
Tilly Dec 2012
views of sunrise,
my ever disappearing lover,
broke the best.
in
10
Dec 2012 · 808
Excesses (10w x2)
Tilly Dec 2012
Consistently paraded  
~but not yet abundant~
this Season of
Love

A little good will, to all, (& smiling) costs nothing!
Dec 2012 · 838
Teinté, en rouge (4:20)
Tilly Dec 2012
Her blush becomes him.
Streaming through shutters;
Wide open, within walls of waking dreams.
He desires, her darkest night.
Door 3,
of the Advent
for Yule-Tired Man x
Tilly Nov 2012

Pure
euhedrals
of unique
   **refraction  
       captured
             upon
              an
      open
lotus
flower,
blossoming
in effulgence
       unswerving      
   throughout  
  piezos &  
    stales of a
      thousand 
          vacuous
                    neurons
To my guiding light... x
Tilly Nov 2012

**Behind

little doors

of pure temptation

she'll hide sweet treats, of

fascinations. hooked by stockings

  on needle bare trees, she's an angel on top

who knows how to please... twenty five smiles

rapt in love, with
sparkles for free!
:)
Inspired by, and for,
the many miserable men
I've seen out Xmas shopping!
Tilly Nov 2012

I know you, like no other;
"Does it hurt... the truth?"
Searching lips, forge answers;*
Tasting, solidifying, our known proof.
Nov 2012 · 802
Tainted glass...
Tilly Nov 2012

Let
              the moon
cast me in
your shadow                  
For I
             would sip
again
           your poison                          
& allow
               the words
             you left etched
in      
              loves' silver
                       to
               burn
                            like acid                      
                  corroding my spine
                             as you writhe
                      still
           within
   my core

than            
ever, ever
forget
http://www.youtube.com/user/biffyclyro?v=HHoH9662jQc
Biffy Clyro - black chandelier
Nov 2012 · 583
in Objurgation
Tilly Nov 2012

Whilst some carry only the smallest of
holdalls;
Unswayed by weight & undefined by contents.
  *Others will just see
, "baggage".
Nov 2012 · 809
Emblazoned (4:20)
Tilly Nov 2012

One silvery arc crosses the darkest distance.
Listen quietly... Hear silences between beats;
As shared scenes, bring us together,
apart.

Eastward pointing horns
(pointing to the left, as seen from the Northern hemisphere)
indicate a waxing crescent.
Nov 2012 · 880
In Degrees
Tilly Nov 2012
... of obtuse separation,
you're closer
if angels
a' cute

:)
in
sums
of
8
Tilly Nov 2012
"           "
              * Squizzel
                wa       s       my
                    first      word,    
                                                            sat upon my mothers                                        knee.

          ­                                                 Two little maple syrup eyes                   blinked, smiled,
                                                            look­ed up at me from under a         wild mop of Autumn 
                                             coloured hair; A tiny little hand      curling around                                                  my finger.  Such love. I feel.
     **She'll be sipping 
                                          a Gingerbread Latte along-side me today,
                                               when, just two, walk through the park      
                  feeding squirrels,
                 silently.
13/11/2001
(That's 4015 nights, of watching starlit dancing)

The title - were my mums words to me
(& my words to my little ginger toddler)

Her soundtrack, for my life...
Fairground Attraction, Whispers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaXZtEUXddI
Nov 2012 · 876
Honoured (4:20)
Tilly Nov 2012
In the still,
We saw only the leaves, the paper of petals, moving.
Yet, all for all, were humbled;
Moved.
Jimmy Redpath, aged 19  
Black Watch
(and my uncle)
x
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