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A herd of poems!

Look at them all gallivanting about this page. It’s enough to make you want to sing! Or dance! But mostly read!

I wrote a few of these in the college library. Can you tell?

But first, Sensational Haiku Wednesday‘s prompt: love.

toothpaste for dinner

Love Haiku

love is knowing the
words to say, right or wrong, and
when to be silent.

Cinquain #1

neighbours annoy
while security guards
watch over everywhere but

Cinquain #2 – RSVP

they say
salvation through
christ only, heaven is
the goal. I feel I must reply:


the loathsome
muffles my thoughts

is that a
or a bad thing?

shut up please–
a library.

Haiku #1

heavy breather next
table over distracts me
can’t write a poem.

Haiku #2

murder is never
the answer, unless you’re the
villain in movies

Haiku #3 – Intolerance

Why do you hurt me,
dairy? Have I offended
you in some way? Why!

Shadorma #1

roses are
red, yes, but can be
white, pink, black,
yellow; since
my favourites are daisies
it doesn’t matter

Shadorma #2

just because
I hear voices, you
say I’m nuts.
the joke’s on
you; if I wasn’t crazy
you’d cease to exist.

Shadorma #3

raw chicken scares me.
not because
of disease,
but the inescapable:
it, too, was alive.

all of these poems are of course © Bridget Noonan, 2012.

Wanna know what I don’t own? The song She’s a Rainbow by the Rolling Stones which has been stuck in my head all week. I think it’s the piano part. And the rainbows. I did buy that technicolour backpack-purse.
But if I get famous, and there’s a movie made of my life, I want this song to be playing over the falling in love at first sight with my future lady. Definitely have to make that shit happen.

…What? Like you don’t have a playlist of songs for the soundtrack to your life story.
If you say no, make one! It’s fun. That’s your homework for this weekend, ladies and gentlemen. Post it in the comments! I’d love to see it 😀



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Sunday Scribblings is the inspiration for this one. Keyword is opportunity. So I decided to use that as my title, and go from there.


Pressed against the glass
Pounding my fists in denial
This can’t be this can’t be this can’t
It’s just my luck, to be
Captured by my arch-nemesis
And he has just released the dogs.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

A good opportunity for the villain to maybe win against the hero in this one eh?

I find it so quaint when people think decisions are good or evil, black or white (unless the question is “which chess pieces do you wanna use?”, then it’s legit), light or dark, whatever you want to call it.

I live in the shades of grey. And I don’t want to be bound by other people’s morality.
I’m a staunch left-wing liberal lesbian socialist Canadian… who works for an appallingly bloated American business not known for their tolerance that’s sucking money from my country. Then again, it is just a part-time job, but there are some who have said that I am compromising my personal integrity. To which I say, I know exactly how this company treats the employees, but if  I don’t work, I don’t eat, and there’s a thing called Maslow’s hierarchy of needs that you should look into if you have a problem with that.


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