08 Wednesday May 2019
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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08 Wednesday May 2019
Posted in May Writing, Poetry
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#MayWriting, #poetry, creep, dorindaduclos.com, mary, monster, Night Owl Poetry, poems, stalker, writing, writing prompt
Skin, as smooth as silk, would she quiver at his touch?
He looked forward to this day, so very much
Awaiting her arrival, anxiously, to greet her
It had taken him too long, to try to meet her
He had to build the nerve, to ask her on a date
Knew exactly where she’d be, had to lie in wait
Every Wednesday, the same routine, he didn’t waiver
Thoughts inside his head had said, he could be her savior
Watched her every move, a stalker, he’d become
Practiced every word, so she wouldn’t think him dumb
Hoped she’d notice him, before it was too late
He had every intention, of making her his mate
Finally, he approached, “Hi there, what’s your name?”
Knew from that moment on, she was his to claim
She looked at him, quite startled, then quickly walked away
He called out to her to wait, hoping she would stay
Faster and faster, she made her escape from this man
He was gaining on her, seems he had another plan
Caught her off guard, when she stumbled, on the walk
He tried to help her up, but, she continued to balk
She gave him a look, which was just a bit too wary
That was a mistake, so much for poor, dear Mary
May Writing Prompts – Wednesday’s with Mary – Day 8/31
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07 Tuesday May 2019
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She tends to be tenacious, in getting what she wants
Using her noodle, she devises a plan, in which to hatch
Then she becomes forthright, never shall she be daunt
Think you can stop her? Perhaps, you’ve met your match!
Word of the Day – Noodle
FOWC with Fandango – Forthright
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Match
Daily Word Prompt – Tenacious
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07 Tuesday May 2019
Posted in Poetic Prose, Poetry, WritePhoto
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#poeticprose, #poetry, death, house, monochrome, Night Owl Poetry, poems, spirit, WritePhoto, writing, writing prompt
Colors taken from my eyes, black and white before me; memories sway under clouded skies, how I long for this to restore me. Amazed by how it still stands there, tall, though bowed in the middle, such grace; I’m pretty sure eventually, I’ll fall, while this house still stands in its place. Structured to last throughout the storms, its life perseveres, timeless; my only hope is to me, it warms, so I may cling to its fortitude, with kindness.
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To follow the path of the once, so grand, the home where I grew, I return to; I no longer own this land, although, truly, I desperately yearn to. Instead, I walk the grounds at night, afraid of the light of day; tis why my world is in black and white, and how it will forever stay. Now only spirit, no mortal being, I wander throughout this home, knowing there is no one seeing, I am free to be me…and roam.
Photo via Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Monochrome
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07 Tuesday May 2019
Posted in May Writing, Poetry
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#MayWriting, #poetry, A Tale of Two Cities, biddies, cleaners, dorindaduclos.com, heist, Night Owl Poetry, old ladies, poems, robbery, writing, writing prompt
Margaret and Mary would meet in the street
Two old biddies, though neither was sweet
Each day, a chore, they chose for the other
Which only caused them, to continually mutter
Under their breath, they’d curse out their lives
Seems they always dreamed, of being richly wives
Instead they found themselves, cleaning their mess
Same outfit, every day, same old worn out dress
Vowing once, and for all, to get justice served
They planned a great heist, for things they deserved
Each filled her pockets, with jewels, and cash, to boot
Tried to leave the mansions, stuffed to the gills with loot
Much to their chagrin, the wives caught them with the stuff
Called the cops, that’s the end, both taken, in handcuffs
May Writing Prompts – A Tale of Two Biddies – Day 7/31
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