17 Wednesday Jul 2019
Posted in Poetry
Hello friends.
I’ll be taking a break from blogging. I’m not sure how long. My mom fell this morning and broke her clavicle. We’re still deciding what course of care needs to be taken.
Please keep my seat warm…
Be well and hope to be back soon.
16 Tuesday Jul 2019
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday
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Feel my warmth against your skin
A fire simmers from deep within
A heart, surrenders, to a touch
Lips against lips, in a silent hush
Two body’s crash in a single burn
Flesh upon flesh in a single turn
Feelings that can no longer hide
Release this yearning ache inside
Passionate cravings, fuel for the fire
Two become one in heated desire
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16 Tuesday Jul 2019
Posted in July Writing, Poetry, Shadorma
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#JulyWriting, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, books, bound, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, pages, poems, Shadorma, silent, volumes, words, writing, writing prompt
Many words
Bound, silent pages
Emotions
Rising up
Unable to keep quiet
They speak in volumes
July Writing Prompts – Bound in silence – Day 16/31
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15 Monday Jul 2019
Posted in Poetry
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Fifty plus years went by, without a hitch
Until last week, that son of a bitch gun
Old ivy, the poison of every man’s Eden
Roams, about my garden, with freedom
I must’ve pulled it, along with the dead
So, of course, it reared its ugly head
Made me itchy, scratch, scratch, scratch
Twas kind of dumb, as more did hatch
But, now, I’m on the mend, thank God
Think I’ll stay away, from that patch of sod
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15 Monday Jul 2019
Posted in July Writing, Poetry
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#JulyWriting, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, alien, dangerous, disguised, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, nook, poems, sigh, writing, writing prompt
Twas once a home, standing
Now, broken down and torn
Vines of leaves, hide its eaves
With branches, full of thorns
Windows, in many pieces
No curtains, do they hold
Still, he sees, beyond the trees
The humans, stark and cold
Hunching between the layers
Of bricks, still standing here
He cries in vain, and yet, again
Promises, never, to disappear
Left alone and long forgotten
He stays hidden, never exposed
By grass so high, as time slips by
He sleeps, in quiet repose
But…
Should you happen to pass this way
And you hear the whisper of a sigh
Don’t stop to look, at what’s in the nook
It’s much safer, to keep walking by
July Writing Prompts – Dismantled and disguised – Day 15/31
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