By Debra White
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I always feel better after a good cry!
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By Debra White
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Sometimes, the camera gets in the way!
Comprendez vous? - French; Do you understand? |
By Debra White
| Author Notes | Scary lady bearing chocolate cake... your name is Temptation! |
By Debra White
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
A rondeau is a fixed form of poetry. It is often used in light or witty poems. It often has fifteen octo - or decasyllabic lines with three stanzas. It usually only has two rhymes used in the poem.
A word or words from the first part of the first line are used as a refrain ending the second and third stanzas. The rhyme scheme is aabba aabR aabbaR. (information from Poetry Dances) Image courtesy of google images. |
By Debra White
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Sometimes, bedtime can't come soon enough! Love you kids :) xx
Thank you DonFoto at FanArtReview for use of your appropriate photograph :) |
By Debra White
In ten minutes, it'll be time for me to go to bed. I hate going to bed...
I wonder if I can stay up a little bit later tonight. I could make my supper last for a really long time, or I could pretend that I can't find Big Bobby. Everyone knows that I can't sleep without Big Bobby. I have a great idea! If I'm as quiet as a mouse, maybe Mommy will forget that I'm still up. Shhhh!
Bed-time itself is lovely, in fact it's my favourite time of the day. I get to ride up the stairs on Mommy's back and then after I've had my teeth brushed, she reads me a story, sometimes two! Then, she'll tuck Big Bobby and me into bed and she'll sit for a while, just stroking my hair and singing nursery rhymes to me. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is my favourite. Mommy has the prettiest singing voice...
I love Mommy so much, I wish she would stay with me until morning. But she won't. She says that I'm a big boy now that I'm three and that I must be brave and sleep all by myself.
I don't get it... she's way older than me and she still sleeps in the same bed as Daddy!
| Author Notes |
My children all have well-honed delaying tactics at bedtime!
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By Debra White
How silly am I?
Silly enough to lose the one and only key for the cabinet where the XBox games live. I know I've put it somewhere safe, I just can't remember exactly where that somewhere safe is... and now, now I'm paying the price.
My eight year old son is carrying on like I tore out his heart and stamped all over it. He's shouting and screaming like a toddler, all because he wants to play Minecraft on the XBox and it's in the cabinet (which I of course locked, before I put the key in the forgotten somewhere safe.)
Bloody Xbox... Whatever possessed me to relent and let the kids have the rotten thing I just don't know. See, another example of my sillyness.
That damn games console causes so many arguments and nine times out of ten, everyone ends up miserable because they've not had as many turns as her or him or her.
I'm also silly enough to have bumped my head with quite some force during my frantic search for the key and am now sporting an egg-shaped lump on my bonce and I feel like my brain is bouncing around in my skull.
(Note to self; do not propel oneself towards the edge of the chimney breast whilst delving one's hand down the edge of the sofa - it hurts. A lot.)
I'm longing to sit down with a nice warm drink of tea to soothe away the stress (and the pain) but there's zero chance of that with the lost-key-crisis rapidly escalating into a full blown disaster...
Where on earth did I put the bloody key? Maybe I'll remember when my head's stopped throbbing. I might just suggest going out for a nice walk to blow the cobwebs away. I think the fresh air will do us all the world of good. Or will that suggestion go down as well as cabbage and simply prove once and for all how silly I truly am?!
| Author Notes | Image courtesy of Donovan-RayRay via Google Images |
By Debra White
| Author Notes | Senryu is a short poetic form which focuses on people: men, women, husbands, wives, children, relatives and other relations. It portrays the characteristics of human beings and psychology of the human mind. - Information from simplyhaiku.com |
By Debra White
| Author Notes | A Whitney is a seven line poem with a syllable count of 3/4/3/4/3/4/7 respectively. |
By Debra White
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Aunt Flo - menstrual period.
Sorry, it's in poor(ish) taste - I was feeling mischievous! My intention is not to offend. Image courtesy of www.threelittlemonkeysstudio.com |
By Debra White
By Debra White
As kisses cool on sated skin
and a new day dawns,
the world flickers into focus.
Voices vying,
triple trouble tumble in
and serenity scuppers.
I am loved...
| Author Notes |
Being a wife and mother is often a seemingly thankless task....but I know that I am loved unconditionally and that is reward enough for me.
Image courtesy of Google images. |
By Debra White
She asked for a snack.
I gave her a banana.
She wanted candy.
So now she hates me.
Says she's Nanny's baby girl.
Low blow Babe, low blow.
By Debra White
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Just for fun - no offence meant in any way :) x
telly - tv |
By Debra White
Within the sterile walls of room nineteen,
my Grandad took an absence without leave.
For fifteen months he has existed here,
tormented by the fragments of his mind.
You'd think by now my heart would steel itself,
but without fail it feels the pain anew;
Unwilling to accept this is his lot,
that he will end his days behind this door...
His eyelids flutter open at my voice
and recognition briefly flickers there,
then, instantly a stranger I become.
Confusion draws the curtains; he is gone.
I kneel beside him, take his hand in mine
and trace protruding veins with gentle touch.
The tears spill down his face without restraint.
"Please take me home", he cries out in distress.
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By Debra White
I don’t know why I kissed her. I’m not the impulsive type. She was just so happy to see me.
As she shuffled into the hallway, I almost knocked her over. I steadied her and she looked up and smiled… It was like the sun had come out from behind the clouds.
“I missed you” she said, putting her arms around me. I couldn’t help but kiss her cheek as she embraced me.
I didn’t know her, but the name-plate on her door identified her as ‘Doreen’.
As I drove away from the care-home, my heart felt lighter somehow.
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By Debra White
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Inspired by the proverb - The early bird catches the worm (Success comes to those who prepare well and put in effort.) But not in this case!
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By Debra White
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Inspired by my own sweet natured (or should that be sarcastic) daughter!
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By Debra White
By Debra White
By Debra White
| Author Notes | As I said.... I'm a lady! |
By Debra White
By Debra White
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By Debra White
"It's me...
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My Grandad has dementia and has recently forgotten who I am... we were so close. It hurts a lot.
Thank you mrobyn from FanArtReview for use of the perfect artwork. |
By Debra White
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To cut a long (long, long) story short!
soccer - English Football! green uniform - My now-husband worked for a courier company called ParcelLine when we first met. He wore a green uniform. |
By Debra White
Selective deafness;
No one hears a word I say,
'til I mention food.
| Author Notes | Sometimes I wonder if I don't speak clearly. Sometimes I wonder if I've thought something rather than spoken the words out loud. I've come to the conclusion I'm here to be ignored unless I've food to offer! |
By Debra White
Bear-Hugs are the best
ever-ready remedy,
for when words don't work.
| Author Notes |
Bear-hugs rock!
Artwork courtesy of Google Images. |
By Debra White
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I'm a pussy-cat really, just don't treat me like I'm stupid or put me in a box marked 'wife and mum' (or I'll zap ya!)
39 words. Image courtesy of Google. |
By Debra White
Living life the way you please,
cherry blossom in your hair,
grubby glasses, grass-stained knees,
living life the way you please.
Chasing butterflies and bees,
running round without a care.
Living life the way you please,
cherry blossom in your hair.
| Author Notes | A triolet is a poem of 8 lines with a rhyme scheme abaaabab. The 4th and 7th lines are the exact same as the 1st, the 8th line is the exact same as the 2nd. |
By Debra White
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We're still love's young dream after all these years!
This gorgeous image is courtesy of Google. |
By Debra White
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Based on Aesop's Fable - The Boy Who Cried Wolf.
The tale concerns a shepherd boy who repeatedly tricks nearby villagers into thinking a wolf is attacking his flock. When one actually does appear and the boy again calls for help, the villagers do not come thinking that it is another false alarm and the sheep are eaten by the wolf. The moral of the story is this; when a known liar tells the truth, nobody believes them. Image courtesy of Google. |
By Debra White
The eldest child of four, I was born in the Yorkshire town of Mexborough on 4th April 1975. My parents Stephen and Carol were, and continue to be, loving and supportive and my brothers and I enjoyed a wonderful and carefree childhood.
I was a good student and left school aged 18 with 9 GCSE’s and 2 A’Levels.
Since leaving school, I worked in various jobs and finally took redundancy from South Yorkshire Police last October.
I married at 20, divorced at 26… enough said about that!
In 2002 my happily ever after began when I married Shaun.
Our amazing children, Ben (8) Katie (6) and Rebecca (3) all arrived without instruction manuals and I learn something new about them every day!
I am for now, a stay-at-home-mum, although my long-term plan is to become a Teaching Assistant and published writer... I can dream!
To be continued… (God willing!)
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By Debra White
By Debra White
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I'm not really a bearded lady, but keeping oneself neat and tidy can be tedious!
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By Debra White
| Author Notes | I was young and naive once upon a time! |
By Debra White
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By Debra White
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I defy you to tell me you never blew a dandelion clock and made a wish!
Such fun, though I sympathise with the gardeners now that I have my own garden to weed.... It's a losing battle though, so live a little and wish on a dandelion clock today :) Image courtesy of google. |
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
Me and my four; Me, my husband Shaun and our children Ben (8yrs), Katie (6yrs) and Rebecca (3yrs)
The rispetto is a classic Italian form consisting of only 8 lines divided into two quatrains. The meter is iambic tetrameter: daDUMdaDUMdaDUMdaDUM. The distinguishing characteristic of this form is that the rhyme scheme changes from abab alternate-line rhyming in stanza one to ccdd couplet rhyming in the second. |
By Debra White
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My favourite time of year - brings out the child in me... :)
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By Debra White
Baby whimpers
yet again.
Hold your breath
and count to ten.
Rose-hued lenses
fall away.
Longed-for infant
here to stay...
Daddy soothes him
so damn well.
Useless mothers
go to hell.
Good for nothing
waste of space,
hide away
don't show your face.
| Author Notes |
Baby-Blues aren't as cute as the name would have you believe.
I was desperate to become a mother and when I finally found out that I was pregnant, I was so elated. I spent my whole pregnancy looking forward to meeting our baby and us becoming a family. I found the first few months of motherhood to be difficult, lonely and very very scary. Everyone but me seemed to have the 'knack' with my baby and I spent most of the time hiding away, feeling useless. I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I may be depressed and I didn't seek medical help. I should have... Both myself and baby Ben came out of the 'dark months' unscathed (just in case you wondered!) |
By Debra White
The sound of silence
swiftly outstays its welcome.
I miss my children.
| Author Notes |
When the children are at home I can't hear myself think and I wish for peace and quiet. When they aren't at home, I miss them so much... Can't win!
Artwork courtesy of rkstata at fanartreview. |
By Debra White
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My Grandfather is in the later stages of dementia and very rarely recognises me anymore. For the briefest of moments we occasionally 'connect'. Then he is gone again.
Personification of recognition and confusion intentional. Image courtesy of google. |
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
King Pin : A person who is usually the boss of a group, and sits back on a throne or a comfortable spot and watches other people do work for him while he enjoys himself. (definition from Urban Dictionary website)
I love hedgehogs really - just playing on words in relation to their spines/needles. I couldn't resist using this image which is courtesy of Google. |
By Debra White
Please help me, Lord for I've done wrong,
my folks were gone so very long.
When they're not here it makes me sad
and loneliness eggs-on 'The Bad'.
'The Bad' tells me to chew things up,
be a destructive little pup.
I never meant to trash the place,
I'm sure to be in deep disgrace.
This time I really went to town -
I dragged the blinds and curtains down,
I bust my master's easy chair,
there's foam and springs strewn ev'rywhere.
I hope they want to still be friends,
I'll do my best to make amends.
If these sad eyes can't win them round...
Don't let them take me to the pound.
| Author Notes |
eggs-on : encourages.
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By Debra White
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Going to pot - falling to pieces, letting standards slip.
Which voice do I take notice of?! The devil-bitch shouts the loudest and is the most convincing... I know appearances don't matter in the scheme of things. I'm not half as shallow as the poem suggests!! Image courtesy of Google. |
By Debra White
By Debra White
| Author Notes | When they sleep, they're recharging their naughtiness I'm certain of it! |
By Debra White
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By Debra White
| Author Notes |
For my Grandad...
Thank you to Moonwillow on FanArtReview, for allowing me to use this beautiful artwork. |
By Debra White
Original
I'm sick and tired of ev'rything,
I'm feeling out of sorts.
I'm a duck without his waddle,
I'm a witch without her warts.
There's something not quite right today,
I'm really rather grumpy.
My bloke says I'd feel better if
we had some rumpy-pumpy.
| Author Notes |
Original Poem - Out Of Sorts, posted 28th January 2014.
Rumpy-Pumpy : Sex Image courtesy of Google. |
By Debra White
By Debra White
| Author Notes | Artwork courtesy of VMarguarite at FanArtReview :) |
By Debra White
| Author Notes | Image courtesy of Google |
By Debra White
| Author Notes | My 3yr old daughter, Rebecca. Don't be fooled by her cuteness - she's a terror! |
By Debra White
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I'm buying this logic!
With a positive attitude we experience pleasant and happy feelings. This brings brightness to the eyes, more energy, and happiness. Our whole being broadcasts good will, happiness and success. Even our health is affected in a beneficial way. We walk tall, our voice is more powerful, and our body language shows the way we feel. (source - http://www.successconsciousness.com/index_000009.htm) Image courtesy of Google. |
By Debra White
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
The word 'buzz' is intended to be read in every sense of the word :)
'pull' - attract Photograph : the flower border in my front garden - taken today. |
By Debra White
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By Debra White
My other half's my better half,
he'll tell you so himself!
What's more, if he'd not come along
I'd still be on the shelf!
He'll kid-you-on with tongue-in-cheek,
he likes to have a joke.
Tormenting is his fav'rite sport,
he's such a care-free bloke.
But sometimes 'care-free' drives me nuts,
it makes me want to scream!
I take on all life throws our way
whilst he lives in a dream.
I will not groan or grumble though,
'cos he puts up with me!
We give and take and live and love
together, happily.
| Author Notes | Tormenting - Teasing |
By Debra White
Six year old Robbie is confused. He approaches his mom.
"Mom, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Robbie. You can ask me anything, go ahead."
"Well... How come my winkie sometimes has a bone in it, but other times it doesn't?"
"Errrm... I'm not sure, Honey. Go ask your father."
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
My 3yr old daughter is a rubbish 'hider', she just can't contain her excitement!
Thanks to Glass i from FanArtReview for use of the perfect photo. |
By Debra White
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
My Nanna could always make me feel better about things. She didn't even have to say anything sometimes. Just to hold her hand and have her listen to me was enough to give me perspective. She died in 2000. Not a day goes by without me thinking of her. I often see her just before I wake, usually when I'm finding things tough. She still has that calming effect.
Thank you to Angelheart at FanArtReview for use of the fabulous artwork. |
By Debra White
practised predator
lurks beneath murky surface
hungry eyes protrude
| Author Notes | Many thanks to WendyG at FanArtReview for the perfect picture of Ali's Eye. |
By Debra White
There's a rampant old rhino named Shaun
who has got an incurable horn.
His poor wife is shattered,
turned-off, torn and tattered -
so now Shaun has to settle for porn.
By Debra White
By Debra White
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
We must make the effort to retain the thrill of being together, even though life changes, responsibilities come along and our priorities change... it's still important to remember that you were a couple first :)
The great artwork is courtesy of Angelheart at FanArtReview. |
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
What can I say, the females in our family are blessed with big bottoms (and cake is my weakness!)
Pounding the pavements - fast walking! The artwork is from a greetings card I received from someone who knows me well LOL! |
By Debra White
| Author Notes | Close your eyes, make a wish and blow :) |
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
Dancing gives me such a buzz...
If you can't take the heat - get out of the kitchen! ;) Image courtesy of Google |
By Debra White
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Just a typical morning with my 3 little hooligans - thank goodness for coffee.... and school!
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By Debra White
With position reserved
and pen poised,
inspiration bubbles.
Children crash in--
Pop. Pop. Pop. (sigh)
| Author Notes |
My kids derail my train of thought constantly...
Artwork courtesy of avmurray at FanArtReview. |
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
I think this one is along the lines of 'not judging a book by it's cover' or something like that!
aren't - 1 syllable (pronounced arnt) Image courtesy of google. |
By Debra White
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Meltdown - a disastrous collapse
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By Debra White
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syllable count: 5-8-4
greens - vegetables I'll try anything to get my children to eat their greens. Using our imagination to make food fun sometimes works! Cauliflower cheese is so tasty - it would be such a shame to not even try it... Image courtesy of google. |
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
Now, which outfit to choose....hmm....!
Inspired by the saying; 'A leopard cannot change it's spots.' Image courtesy of Google. |
By Debra White
Wearing pyjamas,
we play Dutch Blitz (and get pissed!)
No baby-sitter.
| Author Notes |
A couple of ciders and a few rounds of Dutch Blitz made for a most excellent New Years Eve! We know how to party! (or should I say; we used to know how to party when we didn't need to find baby-sitters on the biggest night of the year!)
Happy new year :) x Image courtesy of Google |
By Debra White
| Author Notes |
If only we could choose what we inherit from the genetic pool!
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