16 Sunday Dec 2018
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry
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#Fandango, #FOWC, Christmas, cycle, dorindaduclos.com, motorcycle, Night Owl Poetry, santa, Santa Claus, scooter, snow, toys, writing
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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16 Sunday Dec 2018
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#poetry, bells, Christmas, cursing, dorindaduclos.com, elves, holiday, Jingle Bells, Night Owl Poetry, noise, poems, silly, sleigh, snow, whimsical, whimsy, Winter, writing
**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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16 Sunday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, short story
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#DecemberWriting, #shortstory, brass, door, dorindaduclos.com, melt, mystery, Night Owl Poetry, suspense, wooden door, writing, writing prompt
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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15 Saturday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, Children, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, play, poems, snow, Winter, writing
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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15 Saturday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, aging, cold, dorindaduclos.com, ice, Night Owl Poetry, petals, poems, snow, snowflakes, Winter
Petals fall in flakes of white
Winter calls, this frosted night
Whipping winds against the pane
Crystals form a frosty mane
Upon the glass that yields the cold
Yet, I shiver as the day grows old
Is it the day or is it me
Who ages like the barren tree
That shivers in the frosted night
When petals fall in flakes of white
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