Stuck in One Place ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting


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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

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Santa’s Scooter ~ #poetry #FOWC


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Santa’s got a scooter, he likes to call his motorcycle

Tosses the sack of toys, on the back, and off he goes

Lots of goodies on their way, to Leo, Jill and Michael

But, you have to wonder, what happens if it snows?



FOWC with Fandango – Cycle

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Santa’s Elves ~ #silly #Christmas #poetry


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**I have posted this for the past two years (making this year 3) and decided to make it a Christmas tradition on my blog. It was first written after a serious bought of insomnia, so I blame that…still.**

Please read this to the tune of “Jingle Bells”

Falling in the snow
One winter, cold and gray
Over drifts we go
Cursing all the way

No bells will toll for us
Noise is not our thing
Let us be, or you shall see
What happens when you sing

Ooooh, what the hell?!, we all fell
Out of Santa’s sleigh
We don’t know where we should go
This Christmas holiday

Oooooh, here we go, to and fro
We think this is the way
Through the woods, up to no good
This Christ-mas hol-i-daaaaaayyyy!!

Ho Ho!


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The Wooden Door ~ #shortstory #DecemberWriting


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There was something about that house. Every day she walked by it, something was different. This time it was the front door, though she wasn’t quite sure what it was that caught her attention. She always admired the brass door frame, but the brown wooden door looked out of place there. Even the railings of the porch steps had touches of brass. Why not go for the extra, and make the door brass also?

Feeling a bit adventuresome, she decided to walk up the steps to get a closer look at the door. She hesitated at first, but didn’t think anything of it. As she got closer, she felt a strange warmth. Touching the door, she realized it wasn’t wood at all, but a rather strange looking metal.  And the heat she felt was emanating directly from it.  Suddenly, in front of her, the door began to melt against the brass frame, until it disappeared, and she with it…


December Writing Prompt – And suddenly the door began to melt against the brass frame – Day 16/31

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Another Winter’s Day ~ #poetry #RDP


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Snow has fallen, the children cheer

They’ve wanted to go out and play

To them, a most favorite time of year

To us, it’s just another winter’s day


Ragtag Daily Prompt – Play

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