22, Currently studying an MSc in Applied Geospatial Information Science at Aberdeen Uni but like to fiddle about with a bit of poetry & short stories in my spare time. Have had mild Cerebral Palsy since birth but I don't let it stop me doing things I want :)
The perils of moving residence, Include the phone company's hesitance... To get the internet switched, To the new place I'm pitched... Hence my slight Opuss negligence.
Isn't it strange where the mind will wander, When given nothing else to ponder... To that perfect day We lay in the grass, Let our hearts entwine, And the hours pass.
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You may have noticed it's been a while, Since an opuss was added to my pile.... It's not because I've been away, Or lost the want to read and play. No, it's due instead to that thing called life...
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Why should I change. Why should I conform. Fit inside the box, Of what you perceive the norm. Why should I comply. Why should I adhere, To rules and regulations Of your preconceived idea.
Reposting for #household - mirror. D O Y O U E V E R L O. R O. E AT HA K. D H P A.
#Firstwrite - age 11 I will not tease my brother I will not bite my nails I will not suck my hair I will not tell any tales I will remember to brush my teeth I will do my homework each night I will...
#household - threshold A mouse in my bedsit of old, Had grown to be terribly bold. Across my threshold it ran, But I'm not a fan, So I chucked it back out in the cold. ©brownowl2012.
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#firstwrite (age 13ish) The child in America, Wants a Christmas full of toys. The child in Iraq, Wants a Christmas full of joys. The child in America, Wants a Christmas tree with lights.
That heart stopping moment, When from the corner of your eye, You spot a little horror Go scuttling right by....... ©brownowl2012.
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#household - door knob His hand hovered above the door knob, Unsure of what to do. Should he leave all he'd ever loved, Break out and start a new.
There once was a crazy young girl, Who thought she'd give man's work a whirl. She took up a spade, And in she did wade... And finished the job with a twirl.
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#household - fireplace Source of heat and light and mirth, One and all should know your worth. The memories made, the comfort felt, When down beside you we have knelt.
I thought Opuss was special, A caring nurturing place But it would seem even here Can't escape a fall from grace ©Brownowl2012.
#household - loincloth. A s I sat in quiet thought. B ushmen appeared before me. O ld and weathered, yet so alive. R ed loincloths bright against their skin. I ntricate ocre patterns.
#household - mullet Lost for inspiration, On a mullet theme, I used the power of Google And found a fact supreme.
D isabled I may be. I nvalid I'm not. S o please don't judge. A nd pigeonhole. B efore you know what's what. I know that you are wary. L ots dismiss what they first see. I promise though.
In my times of weakness... You are my hope, Shining through the bleakness.
#household - cushion There once was a pool player from Crewe Who thought he'd try using a shoe Off the cushion he shot And the ball he did pot Turns out there's no need for a cue. ©brownowl2012.
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#household - drawer Safe within this drawer, I keep memories of you. The things that I still treasure, Despite what I've been through. There's the card with forget-me-nots You made for our first...
I wrote this age 14ish as a practice piece for Standard Grade English. The stimulus was a picture of a mask.
#household - cot/crib. HUSH HUSH. MY MY. LOVE DEAR. NO NEED TO FRET. I'M. ALWAYS. NE AR. ©brownowl2012.
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The music starts, You take my hand. We find a space, Beside the band. Our bodies sync, We start to flow. The whole world Seems to slow. You catch my eye And make me smile.
. E R E J CT ION T H H A R D E S T BLOW TO TAKE ©brownowl2012.
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#acorns Original odes Popular proverbs Unique users Stimulating stories Shared ©brownowl2012.
Fair is this beautiful lass, Inside and outside surpass. Only problem you see, Not a word here fits me... And so here forms an awkward impasse. ©brownowl2012 For Opuss daily challenge 1.
Resharing as part of #acorns I wrote the following poem a number of years ago (aged 14!) in response to a series of dramatic monologues known collectively as 'Stobhill' by Edwin Morgan.
I'm proud of my contributions to Opuss, I'm proud of what I've learnt about myself and others... And I'm proud of how I've developed as a result.
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#household - peg I'M DIFFERENT S . LIKE T .
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#household - knife Be careful around whom you build your life.... For an angry tongue can do more damage than any knife. ©brownowl2012.
#household - gold The truly rich among us Possess not 'precious' gold But love, faith and friendship In this world so cold. ©brownowl2012.
#household - teabag There once was a teabag emporium, Run by a Mr Delorian. One day he went crazy, Set fire to Miss Daisy... Here's to a crazy memoriam. ©brownowl2012.
I wonder if you know, M y daily hurt and anguish. I wonder if you care, S leep is no friend of mine. S o much faith I had entrusted, Y ou broke it when you left.
#household - Lightbulb You draw me to you, With a force I can't ignore. Your beauty transfixes me And leaves me wanting more. I try to fight this urge, To keep myself away.
#household - trinket This treasure that I cradle, Bent and with its stains. Means so little to so many, Yet within my heart remains. Bracelet from a dear friend Broke beyond repair.
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If you could turn back time And start it all again, Would you change your ways And save me all this pain?.
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It has come to my attention, That there seems to be a dearth, Of fun little poems Within a certain berth. By this I do refer, To words within a form...
. FOR H O P E S AND DREAMS T O ABOUND BUILD YOUR L I F E ...
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. ICE WHITE PRISTINE BEAUTY. THIS PUBLIC FACE SCULPTED BY LIFE, IS BUT THE TIP OF MY EXISTENCE.
#purepoetry Why erupt. I pity your ire. To wipe out woe... I write poetry. ©brownowl2012.
. a bridge b u i l d b a c k we could to where If o n l y we were. ©brownowl2012.
Prod me, poke me, Torment me if you dare. But push things too far And you move within my lair. For though I may be patient, And take things on the chin, It would seem I have a dark side...
#purepoetry Pure poetry I write To try out wit. Try your rite Query it ©brownowl2012.
Another attempt at #purepoetry challenge Rip out rot Wipe out woe Tip out tripe Pour out poetry ©brownowl2012.
First attempt at @TheCodsPollocks #purepoetry challenge to write a 4 line poem using only the letters qwertyiop. Poet, Yet poor equipt to write. I pour out woe... Yet you power I to try....
Oh good grief, it's July... I barely blinked and a month's gone by. ©brownowl2012.
#CheeseChallenge Of cheeses to choose there are a lot, So let's throw ideas into the mixing pot... When making salad there's nothing better, Than a creamy crumbly bit of Feta.
I've just stumbled across the following quote... "Poets have been mysteriously silent in the subject of cheese" G. K. Chesterton So I thought maybe we should have a challenge to remedy this.
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#twistedOpuss Everything was so quiet and still, Olivia had never seen it like this before. Glistening white powder carpeted the ground in thick drifts and pretty swirls.
Reposting for @Nom 's #twistedOpuss idea As I lie here, letting thoughts wander... Your warmth caresses me, Your scent comforts me, And nothing can hurt me.
Reposting for @Nom 's #twistedOpuss idea She stands patiently, Breathing calmly, Eyes fixed on the lights, Waiting for her time.
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I won't be posting for a while, As I'm off to spend my weekend in style. With 72 eight to ten year olds... I wonder what mischief will unfold.
The English language really is complex Its set of rules Confuse and vex Hiccough doesn't rhyme with dough And how debt came to rhyme with threat I'll never know.
If I could somehow have, A final day with you I wonder where we'd go... I wonder what we'd do.
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...The end was near now, I could tell. The spider was just inches from my face, clicking and burring as though talking.
...I could almost hear the spider breathing now, it was so close. I tried to think of happy joyful times so that at least I wouldn't die in distress but none came.
...A sudden jolt brought me back to my senses. I turned to look, the spider was only three feet away now, its pointed fangs clacking together as they had when it first found me.
... Sam had been the one who had dared me, I don't know why I agreed. Everyone knew it wasn't safe to enter the trapdoor.
The spider could see me now, I knew it could. I could feel its eight beady black eyes fixed on me. I daren't move through fear of bringing it closer.
D O Y O U E V E R L O. R O. E AT HA K. D H P A.
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The power to heal. The power to hurt. The power to diss. The power to flirt. The power to anger. The power to calm. The power to offend. The power to charm. The power to confuse.
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Some may have noticed That I have been away And failed to keep my target Of an opuss every day The reason is complex, With good times I've not been blessed So life is being hectic And I'm a little...
Ever had that slightly awkward moment when a stranger tries to overtake you whilst walking but can't quite out pace you so ends up walking beside you for a distance. If so then this poem is for you...
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What we had, will stay with me forever. But the line was just too weak... And now our eternity is never. ~brownowl2012 Inspired by the song 'A Fine Fine Line' from the musical Avenue Q.
If you've ever stopped to think, Whilst squeezing toothpaste out... You'll have noticed a mystery, Of that I have no doubt. How is it I wonder, That a new tube gets thin so fast.
S U F F E R I N G. A E R. D A J F I E. D R E E.
F unny little creatures, R uling o'er my features. E ach one claims its place C ross my arms, legs and face. K nees & elbows, tummy too, L ight up with just a few.
What a high paced place our world has become, No time to just sit and enjoy the sun. Such a shame we've lost the calm of old, We were happier then, so I'm told. ~brownowl2012.
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. I KNOW Y O U S T A R E, BUT I DON'T CARE.
I've reached a hurdle of which I'm proud, And I'd like to thankyou, if I'm allowed. For liking me and what I write... One hundred followers is quite a sight.
Ever feel under pressure From the tasks you're being sent. Bubbling with foreboding, Like a volcano needing to vent. If your answer is yes, Then listen closely dear.
Time moves on, Friendships fade, But I'll always remember, The memories made. ~Brownowl2012.
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An apple a day keeps the doctor away... An opuss a day keeps you happy and gay!.
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