On man’s inhumanity to man ~ #senryu #poetry


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Tis my point of view

When life stops within one’s soul

Deviancy thrives


Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 333 Life and View.

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What I Seek – #poetry


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I step out
Into the darkness
A passing mist
Gently brushes my skin
And dances
Across my cheek.

I dare not wipe it away,
For fear
Its magic could
Quite quickly disappear

So I let it linger,
Color the starkness
Caressing me,
I savor this wicked sin
Like a lover’s kiss,
It is what I seek.


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Child – #etheree #poetry #challenge


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Who is
On the water
Bares her soul aloud
In the silence of night
As barren trees listen, watch
Her attention lies far away
Scattered thoughts unleash a roaring din
She wonders if the birds can hear them, too



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Photo via Colleen’s Challenge

The Blame – #poetry of an #owl


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The night falls
More quickly these days
In silence,
Draped in a choking haze

Outside, an owl
Screeches my name,
What is he saying?
What does he claim?

That I took the stars
And blackened the sky,
Says the moon doesn’t shine
And he wants to know why

Hear his cry,
Ear splitting, so unnerved
Surely this raptor
Is somewhat perturbed

Still I cannot see,
What he sees, in the dark
An ebony field,
Laid barren and stark

From the one thing
That has forsaken his land
The strike of a match,
By a human hand

He has lost his home,
His place to hide
His family, no longer
By his side

Taken down in a hail
Of smoke and flame
The owl, he weeps,
And I am to blame…


Author’s Note: Seven new large fires were reported 11/5/2020, three in Idaho, two in Kansas, and one each in Minnesota and Montana. Nationally, 36 large fires have burned 2.8 million acres. (source: National Interagency Fire Center).  Before you flick that lit cigarette, or leave a campfire unattended and burning, think about how many lives you could be destroying, both wild and human.

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Combined by me

Too Many Tacos ~ An Acrostic (sort of) – #poetry


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Too many tacos will always create

A night of discomfort, that isn’t so great

Crispy shells, with meat and cheese

Oh the things we do, just to appease

So, pile it on and hey, pass that plate….


Cause we’ll keep eating, til we regurgitate


November 2020 Writing Prompts – Too many tacos

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