She used to play at ‘dress up’ all the time
either with her best friends or, alone.

Repeated my not-so-bad swear words
and, I’d blush for ever having
let her hear me say them.

I didn’t know that children are
such accomplished actors
until I began to use the word
then came the automatic water works
as if someone had turned a
non-stop dripping tap on.

The down-turned mouth
the sadness,
all so, so believable
until I’d cave in
and instantly triumphant
she’d shout:
“I win!”

Then, I knew I’d been had
and named her Diva.
Told her if she ever became an
actress she was bound to win
an Oscar one day
(explained what an Oscar is)

She is still very much a Diva
only now, so much more


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Since I learned how good she can be at it, my nickname for Chloe has always been Diva Chloe. In our old house, when she was nine, she had a habit of rushing off upstairs and would shout down to me not to look until she was ready. One day, she came down dressed up in these pictures. He best friend called to chat with her and I just had to get the camera out and take her picture. She said to her friend. “Oh wait a minute, I think I have to POSE.”  Those are white socks on her hands!
I couldn’t see for laughing.  She still cracks me up at times too. I hope she never sees this…LOL

Yes Mary all the world’s a stage and I have my very own actress on mine…. 🙂

Shared with dVersePoets Poetics: It’s about time

Shakespearean Tragedy

Let’s have a Shakespearean tragedy

A three part act
for, all the world’s a stage
and we’ll have our 15 minutes of
undiluted fame.

Always such sadness when love dies
Passion takes its final bow
in spotlight’s dying glow
then, disappears forever.

You are there
she is here
betrayal shouts its vacant yell
across those weeping boards.

Act 1

This was a time when life was rushed
it was all so new and nothing rhymed
except that breath-taking rhythm
in love making.

Act 11

Two hearts which shared one accord.
One love
One dream
Sharing love in such tantalising secrecy
was always doomed to fail.

Now gone
Slipped through your fingers
between those lines of lies.

Act 111

Contains the dreadful deeds
and treachery with words which spit
Wash loves stunted seeds into that pit
of angry, burning pain and
spiteful recriminations which
seem to know no bounds.

Love has now been lost

A true Shakespearean tragedy


At what the cost.


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Shared with Carry on Tuesday #167 *All the world’s a stage
With Real Toads #Open Link Monday


An innocent caught up in a world
of subterfuge and jealousy

She loved a prince
who couldn’t love

loved a prince
who wouldn’t trust

He thought her a whore
so corrupted was he
He couldn’t see how anyone
could be so pure
so sure was he
of her sins.

Madness followed madness

He betrayed her deepest love
accused and then abused
until she too then
danced with madness.

Unkempt, half naked
flowers in her hair
flowers everywhere
she sang bawdy songs
to anyone who’d listen.

Some say it was suicide
that she fell into the stream.

Wherever her soul sleeps now
I hope Ophelia’s dreams are
so much happier since all of
her hopes had been smashed
at the end of her too short-lived life.


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A tragdey (as told by me )  🙂

Shared with Magpie Tales #124

Perfect Moment

Words slip through my fingers
like sands of time
with nothing to hamper their
Should I mourn their loss
once I’ve held the universe
if just one grain was mine.

Emotional pain hurts
can sometimes pulverize us
to curl into a ball
but, it also teaches
if true perception is gleamed
once we recognise its cause
as the harshest of
all teachers.

Touch me
don’t taunt

the earth has music for

those who listen 

I thrill at droplets on skin
Wash me clean of doubt
and all synthetic care.

With crisp and clear notes
sing loves music as
whispers to my waiting soul
and blow sweet, sweet kisses
which move with sensual play
in wind slow dancing over
lips come seeking the highs
of moonlight’s shimmering

Hold still the quiet yearning
and thunder in my heart
as she finally surrenders
her milk en glow
with all God’s given grace
to the sparkles of gold in each
fresh morning sun which
trickles its simmering heat
over this desire.

Your secrets are safe with me
as I yield to music of the
cosmic vibration

and freeze myself into one
perfect moment of time.


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Shared with Three Word Wednesday CCLXXV111 Hamper, Pulverize, Taunt
Poetry Jam Mood Swings
With Real Toads Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge: Shakespeare Quotes