Spotted Cow – #poetry #JanuaryWriting


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Here I am, a spotted cow

Tell me what you think

I’m not the ordinary kind

When it’s milk you want to drink

No, I’m the one who dances

When the cowbells start to play

The girls, you see, they all love me

So here is where I’ll stay

So sorry to disappoint you

But I’m sure you’ll understand

I’m really a bull, in cow’s clothing

Even have my very own brand

You can skip the milk, altogether

And of course, forget the butter

Not every cow is exactly the same

Like me, there is no utter


Writing Prompt – Spotted Cow – Day 19/31

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Drips of Diversion – #poetry #JanuaryWriting


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Immerse me in a liquid pool

Of ice blue water, let it cool

This burning desire, I feel inside

A drop or two, can’t be denied

Let me fall gently, in this sweet abyss

Let me taste sweetly, from your lips

Quench this thirst, with sheer delight

Be my diversion, throughout the night


Writing Prompt – Drips of Diversion – Day 18/31

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The House On Grayson Place (The Disappearance)


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Remember the house on Grayson Place

Not quite sure just where it’s gone

It appears, now, to be an empty space

Perhaps it was never there, all along

A pile of grassy dirt lays claim

To the lot, where it once stood

The neighborhood’s never been the same

Not quite sure it really should

Remind us, of the woman, who

We could hear, from dawn til dusk

Her howling shrill, would pierce right though

Ever long, and rather brusque

We knew better than to get too near

Strange things happened much too fast

How she filled us with this dreadful fear

A woman, who was marked, an outcast


Part One can be found here

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