Tag: weather
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When Will The Summer Arrive?! :(
If you find yourself clutching onto a hot water bottle as if it were a life-saving hand at the top of a cliff which had your death sealed on it. Then you must only be in Northern Ireland in the height of its scorching summer at 14 degrees Celsius (on a good day). Yes…
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The Arrival…..
From the Coronavirus to Storm Ciara, it feels like judgement day has well and truly arrived. I helped an old lady cross the road last week, so for that alone I’m sure Jesus will bless me with the golden ticket straight up the squeaky escalator to Heaven and by doing so ensure that the fiery…
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Poems: My Self-Written Seasonals
What better way to welcome in the season of Summer than to give a recap of the ones that come before and after it through poetry: The Fall of Autumn Death never looked so beautiful, Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun, Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on. The…
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A Seasonal Poem
Sunkissed skin Sunsoaked and slick in slathers of sunscreen. ∼ Cocktails, Cool, crisp and clean quench the thirsts of even the coarsest of coughers. ∼ Days drag on, Daylight dominates from dusk till dawn. Summer is soon upon us all.
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Want To Live Longer – Get Yourself Outdoors
I think I’ve cracked it, Italian folk aren’t the longest living people because of their diet, they spend longest on the planet compared to any other nationality because of their beautiful weather! Who wouldn’t want to stick around and bask in the glorious sunshine? Whether it’s key to a long life or not, one thing’s…
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Poem: A December Day
A December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon. The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky. The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, By…
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Poem: A Day As Grey As Today
Have you ever experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today? You know the kind, That makes you less kind. The kind you wished would just go away? I’ve certainly experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today It made me feel kind, To the man who reminded, Me to…
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Poem: Cold
It’s cold outside, My windows – opaque. Toes – curled up tight. Hands – beginning to shake. Amber embers of fire flicker, I begin to rock. My breath in the air grows thicker, There’s a hole in my sock. The fat black cat returns back, She always let’s in the cold. I bolt…
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