Morning text

Because I’m a dizzy doozy at the moment.  I wouldn’t normally share my texts, but this morning’s are a bit special 🙂

From he to me

Loving you with all my heart and soul
Take care, my darling, please be whole
Step lightly and take Nature’s wine (H2O)
And I hope today you will be fine.



From me to he

I found it hard when time was due
For me to wake and start day through
My mind was fuzzy, body shook
Not in a way where I could ‘up’

I’ve had a shower, taken meds
But whoozy, doozy in my head
I’ll go to work and play the martyr
Look forward to the evening’s start … Er

Poetic licence, I took there
So you, my dear must alst take care
Drive carefully, with eyes on road
And easy when you shed your load!

Loves you, Babaloo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Badriomaku – Bless you

It’s very hard to know when The Poetic Moose on the Loose is being serious, or when he’s having a larf. He makes up words and concepts all the time – it’s like living with the Monty Python cast!

So when he provides us with a new ‘Hungarian’ poetry format – badriomaku – I instantly look for the pun within the word. “Bad R I, O M Ku”? “Bad riom” (bad rhyme)? I can’t find a good one, so it’s either hidden in the depths of his rather silly imagination, or it’s a genuine poetry form he’s discovered. Either way, it now exists, so I’ve written one.

Without further ado, I present my badriomaku:

You are
so silly.
But you are clever –
the creator
of a new art form.

With a syllable count of 2-3-5-1-5-4-5, the Hungarian Badriomaku is interesting in that it gives you a structure that doesn’t fit any preconceived ideas.

I suggest all you lovely, wonderfully talented poets write one to kickstart its popularity 🙂

Sharing the Love

We collaborate, he and I
We often laugh until we cry
We’re silly almost every day
We act, we sing, we write, we play
We text each other funny lines
And always… well, maybe sometimes…
They fit together like hand in glove
As we do too, we share our love
Of words and fun and music, too
Creating things to share with you
And with this love, our hearts do sing
(Click for our latest offering)

Swoon, my dear

Can I have my eyes back please, Mr. Sandford?
Can I have my eyes back please, Mr. Sandford?

Adaptation of Graeme’s post, How Goes The Day

We talk in tongues
when we’re together.
Each hard at work,
taking a moment to touch
across our smiles.

We think via empathy;
our neural pathways connecting our minds
like the weave of a well-worn suit.
We kiss and rekiss;
we know the other’s ways.
But sometimes, when we start, we wobble,
because, often, our knees turn to jelly,
and it is what we do.

Here, I say, never fear,
I am in your arms
Swoon, my dear.