Category Archives: May Writing

The Devil Wears Polyester – #MayWriting – #poetry

31 Friday May 2019

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In his wildest dreams, he was a pirate
A swashbuckler much better than Kidd
Though merely a fantasy, his free spirit
Nearly did him in, oh, God forbid!

Found himself a lady, the finest, was she
Treated her poorly, and it cost him
When he wasn’t looking, went on a spree
Left him with nothing, but exhaustion

When realizing he had nothing to wear
He went out, and found himself a sewer
Turns out, it’s the sister, he took to his lair
Only the devil, it appears, didn’t know her

Promising to make him the best costume ever
Sneering, he said, get to it, I will not pester
When finished, presented him, her endeavor
Laughed, because she made it out of polyester

He wondered aloud, how could this be right?
This fabric is horrid on the skin, it itches!!
He looked for her, but she fled, in the night
Now he’s stuck, with irritated britches

 

May Writing Prompts – The Devil Wears Polyester – Day 31/31 – Hard to believe another month has passed, and June is knocking on our door! The twisted book titles were a blast. Next months prompts are sure to catch your fancy…a little bit different than what you’re used to.   😉

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Great Exceptions – #MayWriting – #poetry

30 Thursday May 2019

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Children are full of expectations

Except, they never get their way

A mother looks for explanations

Except, she doesn’t know what to say

A father looks at his son as his twin

Except, the son moves on, despite

To build a life with a wife, who adores him

Except, when he always thinks he’s right

Each looks at the other, from different points of view

Except, no one really knows, what the right thing is, to do

 

May Writing Prompts – Great Exceptions – Day 30/31

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Dubieties – #MayWriting – #poetry

29 Wednesday May 2019

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High above, in the tallest building

They plotted their evil victories

Who next, would be theirs to claim?

By the gods and goddesses of history

Greed and lust, ambition and death

Each one of them, human proprieties

Playing, with the minds of the weak

Toying, with their human dubieties

No care did they show for any being

They, were the grandest of them all

Crazed in their power, never seeing

How quickly their rise was sure to fall

 

May Writing Prompts – The Sugar Frosted Nutsack – Day 29/31 – This was the only title Michelle left as is.  You might want to check out the book by Mark Leyner.

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Much Ado About Everything – #MayWriting – #poetry – #Cinquain

28 Tuesday May 2019

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Our lives

Constant battles

In states of confusion

Much ado about everything

For naught

 

May Writing Prompts – Much Ado About Everything – Day 28/31

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Cloudy With a Chance of Grumbles – #MayWriting – #poetry

27 Monday May 2019

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I caught him looking down at me
Face in a frown, not happy to be
Up in the sky, I could clearly see
Something was coming, no mystery

Where once it was blue, now it was gray
What happened to my nice, sunny day?
Who sent dark clouds, over this way?
I wish the nice weather was here to stay

All of a sudden, the clouds started to tumble
Off in the distance, I heard something rumble
I’m pretty sure I heard someone else mumble
It’s cloudy, my dear, with a chance of grumbles

Sure enough, there he was, still looking down
Furrowed eyebrows, face remained in a frown
Started to think, he looked more like a clown
Realized, in his rain, I could possibly drown!

With a wave of my hand, I bid him goodbye
Slammed the door shut, and let out a sigh
I didn’t want him to find me, though he did try
It was then, I noticed, he had started to cry…

 

 

May Writing Prompts – Cloudy With a Chance of Grumbles – Day 27/31

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