01 Tuesday Apr 2014
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chocolate, decadence, dorindaduclos.com, love, lovers, Night Owl Poetry, poem, poetry
Like chocolate melting, simmering
above a low flame
a flavor waiting to be tasted
savored
lips meet
impassioned, indulging
the sweet confectionery
enveloping, embracing
allowing lovers to stray
into the heat
the fire
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30 Sunday Mar 2014
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dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, mountains, Night Owl Poetry, poem, poetry, rain, waterfall
Rain slides down the window pane
Reminiscent of a waterfall
Cascading down the mountain side
Gathering below
Into a crystal lake
Inviting you in
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26 Wednesday Mar 2014
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dorindaduclos.com, forecast, Night Owl Poetry, poem, poetry, predictions, radar, rain, snow, spring, weather, weatherman, wind, Winter
We’re in for a big one
The weatherman said
So we rush to the store
For milk, eggs and bread
He tells us how much
We all can expect
The East coast’s been battered
Mother Nature’s neglect
He charts and he studies
And strings us along
No matter how hard
He still gets it wrong
We open the door
And brace for the worst
And get hit in the face
With a cold sunny burst
We sigh in the doorway
And peel off the layers
And curse at the weatherman
The sly purveyor
Yet night after night
The forecast is given
Will this one be right?
As we sit and we listen
For the upcoming day
The radar is zooming
And the weatherman prays
After all he’s just human
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23 Sunday Mar 2014
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crossword, dorindaduclos.com, grid, humanity, Night Owl Poetry, poem, poetry, puzzle, society
Society is like a crossword grid
Each part of a life carefully fitting
Inside its own square
The ups intersecting with the downs
Attempting to invade a space
Meant for something else
Passageways blocked
Indicating an end
Hoping the clues will give meaning
To the numbered journal
Whose evidence cannot be so easily erased
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21 Friday Mar 2014
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baking, Childhood, dorindaduclos.com, family, Italian, memories, nana, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry
My mind often wanders back
to the days of my childhood
the enticing smells emanating
from the small apartment kitchen
Fresh baked goods
adorned the dining table
patiently waiting to be completed
as the sauce simmered slowly
in the pot on the stove
Cookies, made to look like bow ties
lay naked, waiting to be dressed
with white sugar, sifted
the powder falling like snow flakes
Meatballs and sausage
crusty Italian bread
all kinds of luscious bites
completed the dinner table
Memories of Nana
her warm smile, her caring hugs
her no nonsense ways
were life’s beginnings
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