Words With .. Cats ?

I like to play the Words With FriendsIt’s Scrabble with noises and pretty tilesAnd relaxing when the work day ends But, alas, every once in a while A man would turn up, and want to playI’d take my turn with trepidation Knowing that he maybe may Wish to embark on communicationWhy would anyone want to hit on me?

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2026/02/21/words-with-cats/

Carpe Diem?

What is there to do?Diem carpeted in snow Stay home with the cats

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2026/02/04/carpe-diem/

Small town clever girl

Mum was a war babySmall town clever girlWon books as school prizesBut left at 15Mum always did her best Small town clever girl Disappointed often Would just clench her jaw Mum chose what she needed Small town clever girlRejected many thingsMost would not do withoutMum grew into wisdom Small town clever girlNo racist she, not ever…

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2026/02/01/small-town-clever-girl/

An ode to my train company

I don't often write in Norwegian, but after two absolutely appalling weeks of attempted commutes Vy, my train company, had the effrontery to send me a 'customer satisfaction' survey. However did they imagine that was going to go down? So I sent my grumpy reply - and the poem in the 'additional comments' section. There's an English translation underneath the Norsk, if you fancy it.

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2026/01/18/an-ode-to-my-train-company/

Those who know me know who this poem is for, and about. Grieving is hard, and hard to find time for. But there it is in the moments of peeace we all experience, waiting to pounce.

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2025/11/23/power-of-eternity/

For John

My wonderful friend John died last Sunday, after a long illness. I couldn't be with him at the end as we lived in different countries but I did my best, as many others did too, to make sure he knew how much he was loved. Back in the summer I wrote an acrostic poem which I sent to him. He kindly said 'Well that's beautiful!

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2025/11/09/for-john/

Here we are in Storm Amy. I had to venture out earlier for buns and painkillers but now I'm home with time to write. Stay safe lovely people!

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2025/10/04/a-very-long-sunset/

Just desserts

Everyone stirs their own puddingWe add our hopes and secret sinsOur joy, our sorrow, bittersweetBest enjoyed slowly With the tiniest of spoonsEveryone stirs their own pudding With a pinch of our dearest dreams Will there be subtle aftertaste Or just afterthought When only the dish remainsEveryone stirs their own puddingFor each will bring a lifetime’s pain Hoping for the sweetest rewardNo poisoned chalice When we reach our journey’s end

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2025/09/28/just-desserts/

Finally some new words.. although they have been rumbling around my head like thunder for a long time.

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2025/09/13/never/

Cursed Metaphor

The town was a strange one(Left luggage places were all the rage)Come and ride with usMy new friends said A driverless taxi(It was an ancient cabriolet) I sat in the backThe street sped byI turned my head to see(As all had been quiet for some time now) The cab was emptyI was alone…

https://thedeniseperson.wordpress.com/2025/07/26/cursed-metaphor/