Joy Fills the World ~ #poetry # God #DecemberWriting

19 Wednesday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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He spews hell’s flame, like venom
Fiery eyes, poisoned tears, erupting
An evilness, lurking, across his face
This is the time, he finds disrupting

Too many humans, spreading the word

Oh, how he thought, this is so absurd

A battle he knew, would never be won

He was outnumbered, by Father and Son

Waiting, his minions, there at his feet
Watching the time slip, slowly away
No one came calling, he felt the defeat
Perhaps, another time, another day

Rejoicing sounds, from high above

Joy fills the World, with God’s Holy Love

December Writing Prompt – Venom poured from his eyes, poisoned tears – Day 19/31

From Afar ~ #Tanka #PoetryChallenge

18 Tuesday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Poems, Poetry, Tanka

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Colleen was kind enough to give us the words for this weeks challenge, even though she started her Yule break! Thank you, Colleen ❤ The words this week are Fly and Sing. Remember, you can only use synonyms to write your poetry!

Written as a Tanka, my synonyms are Soar and Serenade.

Gliding in the sky

A small bird does serenade

The tree it calls home

Soaring above the green leaves

Admiring from afar

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

The Near-Perfect Crime ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

18 Tuesday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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The night seemed colder, as the day grew older

Had he been planning his revenge all this time?

Feeling a bit unsteady, unsure if he was ready

Still, he knew he had planned the perfect crime

Over by the door, hearing footsteps on the floor

Finally, she came home, from her day at work

A long awaited moment, a kiss, was his bestowment

And that’s when everything went quite berserk

He never saw the blade, seems he had been played

She turned the tables, on his own deadly scheme

Beads of sweat, replaced by blood, he landed with a thud

As she walked away, she smiled, with an evil gleam

December Writing Prompt – Droplets of sweat fell to his lap as the blade glistened – Day 18/31

Cloaked in White ~ #poetry of #faith #God

17 Monday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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The sky grows dark

Throwing shadows
To the light

Out of the clouds

Comes a beauty
Cloak of white

The body of dove

Flutters softly
To the tree

Lands upon a limb

She sits, waiting there
For me

And quietly, I walk

To where she is
Above the ground

The word of God
Speaks through her

A message…

…Quite profound

Stuck in One Place ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

17 Monday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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He spent so many hours, in front of his computer
Never moved a single inch, he was a non-commuter
Tower underneath his desk, files shoved under, too
A monitor stuck on one screen, always the same view

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t make it work
Even the mouse wouldn’t move, maybe just a quirk?
What he saw in the reflection, gave him quite a scare
He had been there for so long, he stuck right to the chair

Only bones remained, although he was fully clad
Maybe he tried a new diet, it couldn’t be all bad
Still, the skeleton on the screen, stared right back at him
He had to come to grips, as he was looking rather grim

And yet, he refused to believe, it was his face, so he rejected
Blaming, yes, the cable guys, they must have disconnected
Again he checked the screen, hoping for an explanation
Was this all a simple glitch, or merely his imagination?

Moral of the story? Get off the computer and LIVE!!

December Writing Prompt – Was it a glitch or just his imagination? – Day 17/31