19 Monday Nov 2018
Posted in Cinquain, November Writing, Poetry
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A staff
Held in his hand
Captured from mere mortals
Proves otherworldly for a sage
Controls
November Writing Prompt – Silver Sage – Day 19/30
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18 Sunday Nov 2018
Posted in November Writing, Poetry
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She never liked the sound, twas always a nagging rustle
When she wore her longest skirt, over that annoying bustle
Wanting more freedom, from those cumbersome togs
She threw on her mini skirt, the kind in those catalogues
All the other women, looked at her, oh! Quite distraught
Melanie paid no mind, never giving it a second thought
In fact she found them amusing, all she could do was gloat
Knowing they’d never be happy, in those plastered petticoats
November Writing Prompt – Plastered petticoats – Day 18/30
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17 Saturday Nov 2018
Posted in Etheree, November Writing, Poetry
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A
Bugler
Sadly blows
Musical strains
Of magic through brass
Plays a soldier’s lament
For those who battled for us
Triumphant, though many were not
He honors those who never came home
True heroes, on foreign soils, laid to rest
November Writing Prompt – Magically Musical – Day 17/30
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16 Friday Nov 2018
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It didn’t matter where she went
She always dressed the same
A tomboy, through and through
Thought all the girls were lame
Tied up shoes, with brass buttons
Blue bobby socks in her boots
Didn’t make her look the part
In fact, she looked real cute
Wowed the boys around her
Every one of them couldn’t wait
To find out who she had chosen
To take to the prom, as her date
Each day, they’d sit and wonder
As the date for the dance drew near
Then she told them where to meet her
So she could tell them all, quite clear
They stood there, waiting, hoping
They’d be the one to win the pearl
Every heart, she broke that day
For she’d always be daddy’s girl
November Writing Prompt – Brass Buttons and Bobby Socks – Day 16/30
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15 Thursday Nov 2018
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Hey down there, can you see me?
I’m waving, from way up here
Tethered, to this mechanical arm
In space, the “Final Frontier”
Surely, you cannot miss me
I’m floating around in midair
My comrades said I wouldn’t do it
So, I’m really out here, on a dare
Now comes the part that’s the hardest
Seems the shuttle was on its last trip
Can someone please come and get me?
They left me hanging in space, with no ship!
November Writing Prompt – Tethered Triumphs – Day 15/30
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