A Dip By The Beach

Barefoot in the warm sand

Letting a toe into the sea

My wary self descends gently

Submerged in water, I am free.

My feet find the soft sand

The cones tickles my chin

I waddle gently across the ocean

Cool waves rippling against my skin.

A tender roar I hear far-off

My eyes meet the sight

Foamy, frothy, curly white waves

Whoosh unto themselves with might.

While lycra sticks to my body

It approaches, backwards it impels

In a matter of seconds, it dissipates

into sand, leaves behind sea shells.

Unwound, surrounded by nature

Relaxed, enveloped in peace

Savouring every timid second

Of the dip I took by the beach.

~inspired by Railay Beach in Krabi, Thailand ๐Ÿ˜€

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An Ode To Smelly Feeters

FEET FOR FEET POEM

I dislike smelly feet.

They seem repulsive to me.

For who, on this Earth,

Sweaty toes wants to see?

All I am trying to say,

Is be hygienic my friend

Have clean feet, good job!

Now keep up this good trend.

To finish this fairly gross rhyme

Have a bath once in a while

Remember to clean between the toes

If you don’t, I’ll go senile.

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Some nonsense for today! ๐Ÿ˜€

ME LEARD

MR LEARD

There was once upon a time
A man called Mr Leard,
Reaching down his black belt
Was a long and silky beard.

 

The beard usually measured
Two and half feet worth of hair
Others thought him quite majestic
All who saw him used to stare.

 

“How daring for old Leard
To sport those long, bushy locks!”
Everybody exclaimed these words
They though him fiercer than the rocks.

 

One day, there was a meet-up
Organised by the hairy soul
People came, a little trembly,
They were afraid he might growl.

 

Mr Leard looked through his eyes
Upon the frightened audience of his city
And suddenly broke into a large smile
That was sort of laughing and witty.

 

Everyone stared at him.
They were ever so surprised!
That grand person could really grin?
To listen to him they obliged.

 

“People of my city, I had better begin.
I have called you upon my humble request
I maybe looking fierce by I truly
love you all, oh souls dearest.

 

So I just beg all you unbearded folk
To see beyond the pounds of hair
For underneath I am a nice person
For you all I really truly care!”

 

All the onlookers who were present
Agreed and then for evermore
Loved Mr Leard’s honesty and niceness
They liked him deeply to the core.

 

‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’
Is the moral of this silly little rhyme
Or perhaps, a little bit more fitting,
Don’t judge a man by his beard in your lifetime.

 

 

Arts And Crafts

Hello!
A few days ago, I learnt how to make some beautiful roses out of paper. Aren’t they awesome? Here they are:
jhil rose jhil rose 2
I made all of them, but the grey one and the black one was made by my sister. I must say, (not being boastful), all of them seem pretty good to me!
Well, anyway, making these roses inspired me to write a short poem about doing crafts work. So… here goes ๐Ÿ˜€

Are you feeling super bored?
Feel like you are all alone?
Feeling that all interest is goneโ€ฆ.
That fun has dried into stone?

Shut up! Thereโ€™s a lot
For you to do right now
Cause I, the crafts goddess
Have come, down you bow.

Pick up the colour paper
Squeeze the bottle of glue
Snip and snap with scissors
And carry glitter with you!

Bright and lively paints
And a colourful mud sheet
Different kinds of cutters
And a paintbrush so sleek.

Pens cursive and felt-tip
Use stickers, all so bright
And skate with your crayons
Like fireworks through the night!

Make everything turn and twist
Make the paper waltz and dance
Allow sparkle and markers to invade
Tell the crafts to shout and prance!

Because when art chooses to invade
Crafts scream out โ€œCOME ON!โ€
Let joy fly out in colours
All boredom will be gone!
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Hope you enjoyed!!! โค

Happiness

๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜† ๐Ÿ˜ฎ ๐Ÿ˜ฏ ๐Ÿ˜Ž ๐Ÿ˜ก ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜ณ ๐Ÿ˜ฅ ๐Ÿ‘ฟ ๐Ÿ˜ˆ ๐Ÿ™„ โ— โ“ ๐Ÿ’ก โžก :mrgreen:
Happiness is a beautiful and meaningful part of our life. Yes, it is true that sadness is cumpolsary in our lives. But being happy brings true joy.
We experience momentary happiness time and time again in our lives, some people everyday. But this is not something which calms our heart truly. If you listen intently to a chirping bird, you will find beauty in a mere sparrow, it’s cheery and friendly character. If you read a story with all your heart you can understand the deepest meaning and feel amazing all over yourself. But we usually take these for granted, and nature’s lovely qualities are not given it the true credit for being the most beautiful source of happiness on Earth. So that is why I say:

HAVE FUN AND SMILE!!โ™ฅ