21 Tuesday Jul 2015
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life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, sunlight, Sunlight Fades, thoughts
Standing by an open window
Soaking in the warmth and air
Breezing through my thoughts
And wondering just where
The hours have gone, passing by
Vanishing much too swiftly
No chance to get them back, you see
They left me here, too quickly
So I lean back and soak it in
As daylight turns to shade
Press my face against the glass
And watch the sunlight fade…
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20 Monday Jul 2015
They’ll never last, we heard them say
So we put them in their places
We spoke our vows and said I do
With smiles upon our faces
An elegy was written
No, this wasn’t just a rumor
Mourning the loss of his only son
My father-in-law‘s sense of humor
The guys all got together
To say farewell, dear chap
No more video games or movie frames
Just the famous Bachelor Rap
Friends and family gathered round
To wish us on our way
A bright new future lay ahead
On that beautiful July day
Yes, that was thirty years ago
As we celebrate this life
Neil, forever my husband
And I, forever his wife
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19 Sunday Jul 2015
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art, artist, ink, Night Owl Poetry, Paint With Ink, paintbrush, palette, poems, poetry, verse
I am an artist
Whose paintbrush
Flows with the ink
Of pictures written
On a canvas bare
Letters in perfect symmetry
Romancing the palette
A portrait in verse
Originally posted August 2014
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18 Saturday Jul 2015
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There is no answer to
Her more than somber mood
Shadowed by sadness
Overwhelming , unexplained
Missing pieces
Scattered about
Just out of reach
Baring a soul
Taunting its very being
And she struggles
With effort to break this gloom
Never giving up, fighting
This mournful feeling
She cannot let capture her resolve
Originally shared July 2014
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17 Friday Jul 2015
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, lost at sea, message in a bottle, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shipwreck, The Upper Hand, writing
I set the bottle free
Into the ocean’s roar
Hoping that my message
Would land upon the shore
My boat went quickly under
The umbrella my only save
I thought for sure that I would sink
Down to my watery grave
But alas, I am still floating
I haven’t met my demise
Praying that someone will find me
Before the fiery sun dies
Yet, should I never be found
Sailing on this liquid land
Then I shall float upon this boat
And prove the upper hand
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