16 Tuesday Jan 2018
Posted in Late Night Musings
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Two bodies, one soul
Nothing more is needed
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16 Tuesday Jan 2018
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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #184 Press&Touch
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16 Tuesday Jan 2018
Posted in Haiku, January Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Painted lips and flaxen hair
Deliberately, her skin she’d bare
They called her wild, undomesticated
How easily men became outdated
A tigress, she crept, in search of prey
Rarely, did she let them get away
She’d conquer, control, a sordid affair
They’d lose their minds, to get their share
Persistence, was her claim to fame
Head-strong, she would never tame
Writing Prompt – Wild and Willful – Day 16/31
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15 Monday Jan 2018
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Like a candle burning brightly in the dark
Your love is my guiding light
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15 Monday Jan 2018
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Hurry up, she’d always say
Having all the time in the world
Speaking curtly to everyone
She watched, as they unfurled
Making sure the laundry was folded
And the beds, all properly made
Vacuuming carpets completely
Ne’er forgetting to dust the lampshade
She held them all accountable
They’d cower, at the look on her face
Making sure they were tormented
In this house on Grayson Place
Stories are still told about her
How nasty she was to her staff
Yet, no one really knew of her existence
She’s just a woman, in a photograph
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