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Peculiar Tallulah – #poetry – #MarchWriting

03 Sunday Mar 2019

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Tallulah had a mind of her own
Never let anyone inside to see
Seems her head was in the clouds
She was peculiar, as one could be

Hands to ears, so she didn’t hear
All the snickering, as she went by
Silently, she was quite panicky
Though, she didn’t know why

People found her so different
She was sure she was like the rest
Maybe it’s how she wore her hair
Maybe it’s the way she dressed

Nevertheless, she promised herself
To never speak, she wouldn’t dare
The town folk continued to berate
Poor thing, was treated so unfair

Til one day Tallulah had decided
It was time to stand up for what’s right
She stood in the middle of the mall
Making sure she was in everyone’s sight

Shouting at the top of her lungs
Announcing for all who could hear
“If I am peculiar, then so are you!
Just go home and look in a mirror!”

 

March Writing Prompts – Panicky and peculiar – Day 3/31

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The Last Link – #poetry – #MarchWriting

02 Saturday Mar 2019

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He forged a life, made of promises unkept
Each time, the mortal’s chain grew stronger
Unaware, in his future, he would be inept
As every day, the silver links, grew longer

Passing the time, he sought out his own
Thought they’d understand him the best
Not one would listen, his voice, a drone
They’d all come to despise and detest

Sinking away, to his cold, lonely house
Even the fire could not warm him tonight
He knew it didn’t matter, were he to grouse
He had saddled himself, with this plight

Soon he was called to the afterlife, where
He was fitted, with his now complete chain
Each link, a reminder of how he didn’t care
Every movement, of the weight, was his pain

 

March Writing Prompts – The last link – Day 2/31

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Once Hidden, Escapes ~ #DoubleEtheree #PoetryChallenge

01 Friday Mar 2019

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This week, Colleen challenges us with the words Origin and Write. Remember, synonyms only to write your poetry!!

Written as a Double Etheree, my synonyms are Connection and Record.


I
Record
My feelings
Until I sense
The true connection
To the words, now fated
On what was but a blank page
Of plain white emptiness; my soul
Once hidden behind the darkened ink
Escapes, to become this glorious light
A fire which I cannot extinguish
The one I wish never to be tamed
For my spirit breathes in the life
Born, to these withering hands
That still continue forth
Never backing down
Until at last
Depleted
I am
Spent

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – Origin and Write

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A Blending of Seasons – #poetry – #MarchWriting

01 Friday Mar 2019

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Flowers show their faces
Chin up, to the morning sun
Stretching, as a new day
Shines, upon each one

Yet, further in the distance
The snow has just begun
Newly fallen, it appears
Perhaps, winter is not done

Mother Nature, once again
Continues playing games
Every year’s no different
She always takes the blame

It’s how she keeps her stature
Tis her universal claim to fame
Else, if things were boring
You might forget her name

She’s a blending of the seasons
By using a touch of her hand
You may think otherwise, but
She has this whole thing planned

Her touch creates the wonder
We admire across the land
With her palette, full of colors
Things always look so grand

So, when you see the flowers
But, the hills are full of snow
You can’t imagine life, without
This amazing, living, show

Give thanks to Mother Nature
As you watch her beauty grow
Be sure she knows you’re grateful
For decorating Earth just so

 

March Writing Prompts – A new fallen snow – Day 1/31

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Men-o-pause ~ #poetry #whimsy

28 Thursday Feb 2019

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Try to get it done, he says
When you are at home
Not enough hours, nor ways
But still I never moan
(Well, hardly)

How hard is it to understand
It’s really not so easy
All this work, takes its toll
Makes me rather queasy
(And gnarly)

I’ve many heated exchanges
There’s nothing cool about it
So the neighbors don’t think I’m nuts
I try to never shout it
(Stop it!)

Wipe the brow, with a towel
Another one to wash
I really wish there was a way
For laundry to be quashed
(Drop it!)

Oh, those lousy moody ways
I get when he’s around
Can’t he find another place to flop
Like on the ground!
(Oy vey)

Instead he lingers over me
A cat about to pounce
Sorry, babe, not tonight
I couldn’t care an ounce
(Go away!)

He mopes about, a wounded soul
Yep the hubby’s got it tough
Wonder how he’d feel
If he had it, oh, this rough!
(Le sigh)

Okay, maybe I’m being too hard
He’s really not the cause (uh huh)
But, oh, the pain he suffers
Brought about by men-o-pause
(Poor guy)

 

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