Category Archives: Poems

A Tisket for a Tasket ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

09 Friday Mar 2018

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I promise if you tell me yours
I’ll surely tell you mine
I’m pretty sure we will agree
Our lives would be divine

I wrote mine on a scrap of paper
But the wind blew it away
I hope it’s you who finds it
Before another, this I pray

Oh! You found it, I’m so glad
Just thrilled, beyond compare
You say you knew this all along
I didn’t think you’d care

See, I am just a tisket
Waiting patiently
For my perfect tasket
Then happy, we could be

Together, for the rest of time
Through dawn and dark of night
You will be my only one
And I, will be your light

 

March Writing Prompt:  A Tisket for a Tasket – Day 9/31

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Under Snows of White ~ #poetry for the #fallen

08 Thursday Mar 2018

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Spirits, old and young, kept here

Etched in stone, their time and year

Many moons have passed them by

And still so many stop, and cry

Lives once lived, so full and bright

Lie sleeping, under snows of white

Frozen, in this hallowed space

Tis here, their final resting place

 

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Punch Drunk ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

08 Thursday Mar 2018

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I blame Michael (Afterwards) for this LOL


Helium could never do the trick

Poor guy, he would fizzle out too quick

So he hit the punch bowl

Till the drink took its toll

After that, he was fun loving Dick

 

March Writing Prompt:  Punch Drunk – Day 8/31

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Silly Assumptions ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

07 Wednesday Mar 2018

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Assuming she had all the time in the world
And life’s rules did not apply to her

She was frivolous, wasting every chance
As if minutes lost, could once again occur

Seconds, ticking ever so quickly, racing
Passing through the day, she didn’t notice

She spent her life, never seeing tomorrow
So completely blind, and out of focus

And when her time had passed her by
Still, she cared not for what she had lost

She wouldn’t believe she had no time left
She’d simply beg for more, no matter the cost

 

March Writing Prompt:  Silly Assumptions – Day 7/31

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The Branch ~ #poetry of #spring

06 Tuesday Mar 2018

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A place to loll away the hours

Basking in the shade or sun

Under canopies of emerald green

Until the light of day is done

A sanctuary, a hidden treasure

One to keep you safe and warm

A place you can call your very own

Protection, from approaching storms

I marvel how you build your home

Each piece so carefully interwoven

And soon I grasp, just why it is

The reason this branch was chosen

 

 

The Daily Post: Branch

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