Category Archives: Nicola Kelly

Poem – Do I Believe in Ghosts

I believe in what I have not seen The power of persuasion can shape,  What you think you can see,  As your mind conjures up a,  Plethora of how can that be. The brain is just so complex,  A control … Continue reading

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Poem – De Ja Vu 

Have you ever thought that before,  I have been to this place,  Or I really know your face. Somebody has already told me that,  Or you say I already know,  But nobody has told you so. A friend of a … Continue reading

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Poem – Charity Shop Shopping Bug 

I love a bargain I joke with friends by saying,  Guess how much this cost,  They know me all too well,  A charitable donation up sell. A designer handbag a fiver,  Little black dress with a label,  Harder to find … Continue reading

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Poem – You Say Potato I Say Potarto

You say sweet I say brilliant I say brilliant,  When I think its great,  You say sweet,  Just a different way we relate. What a wonderful person,  My best friend is,  You think your mate is cool,  She really is … Continue reading

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Poem – Bad Teacher

As a kid was never the trimmest,  You could call it puppy fat,  As I was plump all over,  Never did anything to change that. Whilst at middle school I,  Participated in all sporting activities,  And was in the sports … Continue reading

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Poem – Why do I Feel Sad

As we call time on summer,  With Winters dark nights so cold,  My body clock loses its tick,  And resets itself to hibernation mode. Even with the buzz of Xmas,  Which I really look forward too,  My get up and … Continue reading

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Poem – From Lemons to Melons

As my hormones had arrived,  So did wobbly bits on my chest,  Like they’d been pumped up over night,  I had what they call a breast. I tried to keep them under wraps,  As my body changed as a teen,  … Continue reading

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