A Fiery Beast – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

20 Sunday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetry

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A braver attempt had never before been seen

There was a fire in the sky, hungry and mean

He stood high, on the ridge, watching below

Awaiting the hour, in which he knew, he must go

To the aid of the villagers, there would be no dispute

For this fiery menace, would soon know him, a brute

He was suited for battle, against a foe he knew not

With only a shield and spear, this Spartan, fraught

Did gather himself, and set off, across the land

With the power of the gods, at his command

He fought through the day, and just before night

He returned to the villagers, a welcomed sight

Once again, on the mountain top, he guards his keep

While the beast in the sky, is at last, fast asleep

January Writing Prompt – A braver attempt had never before been seen – Day 20/31

#writephoto – Liza’s Despair – #poetry

20 Sunday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, short story, WritePhoto

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She blends with glass, stained and downtrodden

Roaming the sacred halls, with those, misbegotten

The face so hopeless, sadly, no smile on her lips

She, a ghostly figure, marked, for eternal unbliss

Brick covered walls, will keep her safely inside

Painted on flowers, create a scene, she confides

In her imagination, lets it take flight, in this place

She wants only to stay, as she longs for embrace

Yet, roaming about, she leaves no trace behind

She keeps to herself, in the hopes, she can find

The one thing she misses, in this ungodly world

But, afraid to find it, keeps her heart, tightly furled

Til, alas, she gives up, and gives in, such a shame

This pretty young maiden, they don’t know her name

For none claim to see her, even though she is there

Seems they only feel coldness, surely, tis Liza’s despair

Allay ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC

19 Saturday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Word of the Day #WOTD

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It is human intelligence, or perhaps, a lack of

Which creates a sea, of uncertainty around us

Perchance, we could try, to mitigate tempers

And make this world, a bit more magnanimous!

Author’s note: If you are detecting a pattern to these posts, you would be correct. The world needs more kindness….and it needs it now.

Word of the Day – Intelligence
FOWC with Fandango – Mitigate

Jupiter’s Watching ~ #poetry #Afterwards

19 Saturday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Afterwards Word Prompts, free verse, Poetry

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Originally shared three years ago, I thought this poem fit Michael’s prompt “Orbit”, perfectly.

This rock is now my home, a place
I travel on, through outer space

A flight to galaxies, still unknown
Adventures, by myself, alone

Standing in the open air
I see Jupiter, floating there

Watching me, a leery eye
As I go quietly, drifting by

In awe of all the mysteries
On this planet, I can see

Ribbons of waves across, a band
Could I ever walk this land?

Shall I journey far across?
And glide, just like an albatross

In an atmosphere, unconfined
Perhaps, a chance to just unwind

Or should I stay here, bide my time
In this universe, quiet, sublime

Afterwards January Prompts – Orbit – Day 19/31

Unhappy Landings – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

19 Saturday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetry

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One last yank, then a pull and the landing was clear

Sylvia plummeted down, into his hand, on her rear!

Thinking she was heading, in a different direction

Realizing too late, to make the proper correction

She braced for the best and expected the worst

This, the flight of her life, must surely be cursed

How could she be, so far off course, and then land

In the palm of a stranger, she’d have to demand

He release her at once, she was not too amused

But he wouldn’t let go, said he’d have to refuse

If he let her move on, it would cost him his pride

Said he paid, way too much, for his mail order bride

January Writing Prompt – One last yank then a pull and the landing was clear – Day 19/31

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A Fiery Beast – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

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Allay ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC

Jupiter’s Watching ~ #poetry #Afterwards

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