Orange beams that chase the moon

April 1, 2021April 6, 2021 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

I think of you while you're away
and as night dances on the day
and failing light segments are strewn
as orange beams that chase the moon 

I think of you as silhouettes 
can etch the land as day forgets
and blue, then red, once more regress
and night presents its sweet caress


DEE GRANT 2021

This is a rewrite of the poem I wrote earlier called Night Presents it’s Sweet Caress. I’ve been reading a couple of articles to improve my rhyming style.

References

E.L Literature (2021)“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost — EL.Literature – Form, Meter, Rhyme in ‘Formal’ Poetry

Masterclass (2020) https://www.masterclass.com/articles/poetry-101-what-is-a-rhyme-scheme-learn-about-rhymed-poems-with-examples

Rhymezone https://www.rhymezone.com/

#Poetry – Elevate from noisy spheres

March 27, 2021March 28, 2021 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

It is in silence I create, I can decipher, I can relate
Random gems of unknown purity, bubble up from deep obscurity
Bubbling up clear unfettered, not encased in tunes so lettered

I know the silence that you seek, a place to ponder a place to speak
Not with words that close your mind, but open pathways all entwined 
For in this place you can create, you can reflect, you can debate

And when all thoughts have quietened down, and questions lose their tensioned frown 
You elevate from noisy spheres, and find that space set free from fear
A masterpiece is what you paint, random sketches of a saint. 

DEE GRANT 2021

Photo by Simon Migaj on Pexels

Birthday Invite – Spin until You’re Dizzy

February 28, 2021March 1, 2021 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

You're welcome to my party, I'd love to see you there
With games to play and songs to sing and birthday cake to share
Spin until you're dizzy til the world spins round and round 
Or drink a glass of fizzy and giggle to the ground

Getting excited for my big day. Hope to see you there.

Lots of love


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When:
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BY DEE GRANT 2021

This is the first in a series of templates I am creating for greeting cards and invites.

Photo by Chrofit the man to call on at Pexels

#Poetry – Tumbling down

February 10, 2021March 18, 2021 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

With grinding teeth and sobbing tears my recent hopes, my greatest fears, came tumbling down into a mess. I hate these times I must confess. Cause when your world comes tumbling down there’s no-one there to ease that frown, and so you dwell upon each thing you cannot change…it sure does sting.

You can’t change what has happened and though a scar remains, that scar remains an emblem of life’s struggles and it’s pains. There is no silver lining. Your tears they’ll come to naught. Regardless of the matter nor how you feel distraught. So come on there brave soldier, let’s once more bare the load. Take up your pack upon your back, trudge forward on the road. Just remember it’s a journey with blissful times and pain. So focus on the good stuff and stamp them in your brain.

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#Poetry – Why artists paint

February 5, 2021February 12, 2021 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

It’s colour, it’s form, it’s shade and technique. It’s the artist personified, original, unique!

We’re all just creative and passionately draw. We’ll draw on your woodwork, your wall or your door. Just give the OK and we’ll be there today, drawing pictures and paintings ’til the day gets away.

Did you want a commission? We can help you with that. We’ll pull out our paints and put on our hat. With berets in place we’ll draw up the plan. We’ll sort out the colours cause you know that we can.

At the end we’ll stand back with arms folded and beam. It’s no longer blank space…it’s an artists dream.

DEE GRANT 2021

On the Tube – by Charlotte Smith

January 10, 2021January 10, 2021 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

Today my young guest rhymer, Charlotte Smith, shares the things she enjoyed on her recent summer holiday.

As the seagulls squalk, and the pelicans soar, the dolphins swim and the sharks are seen no more

As the dingos roar and the boats go rumble, we go on the tube and take a tumble.

I’ve done a few flips, I’ve had a few flops, but never will I ever forget this awesome shot.

BY CHARLOTTE SMITH 2021

#Poetry – Superdog

January 6, 2021January 15, 2021 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

Superdog is cute and small. Superdog loves playing ball.

While he can’t grab a bat, hit a ball, or make it splat, Superdog’s a mean machine, eyes like a hawk, willing and keen.

Yes Superdog is cute and small but don’t misled if you throw that ball! Lightening speed caught mid air, he catches it with talent and flair.

That’s Superdog so cool and small. Superdog the greatest dog of all!

DEE GRANT 2020

I wrote this just for kids. 🙂

#Poetry – Blood Sucking Monsters

December 19, 2020December 24, 2020 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

I read today that mozzies love sweat, smells of floral, and beer…you bet. If water hangs ’round more than a week. There’ll be out by the hundreds. The outlook is bleak!

Cause they’ll get you at sunset or sunrise if they can. They’ll breed in still water a saucepan or pan. Bet your sick of them buzzing and biting. It’s shite! So how can you stop those bites in the night.

If your aircon drips water when its working away, drop in oil or vinegar or empty that tray. Put wet sand round your plants if you must use a saucer, no bird baths or dog bowls if that water gets older. You don’t want it stagnant and hanging around, keep it moving and fresh or they’ll feel safe and sound. Then there’s herbs, and nets, and bug spray you bet. Potions old potions new, you’d think we’d be set.

Those blood sucking monsters won’t see no reason, there still licking their lips as they wait for that season.

BY DEE GRANT 2020

Sick of hitting you head as you try to swat that mozzie? I love putting facts to rhyme so I thought I’d throw this one together. They say there is a mosquito plague in Sydney at the moment so ‘fat chance’ I’ll get it sorted with so many apartments next to me. ‘Not sure it will make a scrap of difference’ but I guess it’s ‘worth a crack’.

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Phrase meaning

Fat chance – Not much chance
Not sure it will make a scrap of difference – Not sure it will make any difference
Worth a crack – Worth trying

#Poetry – Fall and leaves and Christmas trees

December 17, 2020December 20, 2020 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

Fall and leaves and Christmas trees have things in common if you please. For I was spinning on a chair, lost my balance, landed there.

My fall was on a Christmas tree. It’s baubles were a part of me. With twinkling stars within my hair, I knew it saved me from despair.

It was so soft with leaves of green, it didn’t hurt no bruise was seen. Fall and leaves and Christmas trees now twinkling stars are part of me.

Wonder how Santa feels falling down a chimney all the time? This sweet little musing is based on a fall I had when visiting friends a few years ago.

#Poetry – As you write the moon glows

December 16, 2020December 20, 2020 / Storyteller / Leave a comment

My best thoughts are in the clear of the night. Away from noise and garish light. I type away, keep sleep at bay, and reflect upon life’s everyday.

This rhyme is for you fellow traveller, for I know as you write the moon glows. You reflect on all that should matter, as your words sing soft tunes as you go.

Sleep well fellow traveller for tomorrow, we shall share our new tune for the day, and reflect on all that should matter, for this tune is our everyday.

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