19 Wednesday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, best gift, Christmas, dorindaduclos.com, family, Night Owl Poetry, poems, time together, tree, writing
It isn’t something to find, under the tree
There is no wrapping nor bow to untie
Family, by far, is the best gift, you see
Tis the one thing that money can’t buy
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Family
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19 Wednesday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetic Prose, Poetry, WritePhoto
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beauty, beneath, dorindaduclos.com, heath, meditate, mountains, nature, Night Owl Poetry, photo prompt, reflections, Sue Vincent's Write Photo, sunrise, trees, underwater, untrodden, WritePhoto, writing
A deceptive view, my eyes do see, above the water, stands a tree; and yet, it also lives beneath, with reflections of a barren heath. As does the mountain, and the sun; casting shadows, all is one.
I allow myself to linger there, watching as they meet; land and water, trees and air, lying at my feet. Basking in this wonder, I breathe in all the glory; both above and under, this is nature’s telling story.
Sitting on the banks, I close my eyes and meditate; for this beauty I must thank, as my soul, it does elate.
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19 Wednesday Dec 2018
Posted in Book Reviews, Poetry
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#mybooks, #PassagesandPaths, #poetry, 5 stars, book review, Colleen Cheseboro, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, life, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing
Nothing is more humbling than a review by a peer, especially one who is a wonderful writer, herself. Please read this fabulous review of my book, “Passages and Paths – A Journey of Life through Poetry”! Thank you so very much, Colleen! ❤
19 Wednesday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#DecemberWriting, defeat, devil, dorindaduclos.com, Father, God, Jesus, love, Night Owl Poetry, rejoicing, son, writing, writing prompt
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
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18 Tuesday Dec 2018
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry
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#Fandango, #FOWC, baubles, Christmas, dorindaduclos.com, memory, Night Owl Poetry, ornaments, treasure, writing
Every bauble on the tree, holds a special memory
Each one we carefully hang, both round and square
It’s the wonder of the year, with loved ones ever near
All these Christmas treasures, we are sure to share
FOWC with Fandango – Treasure
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