Up at the North Pole ~ #poetry #RDP #FOWC

07 Friday Dec 2018

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Up at the North Pole, the elves are busy building

Tap, tap, tap, all day long, working for the children

But Santa’s making merry, he’ll need a Corpse Survivor

Else, on Christmas Eve, he’ll need a designated driver

 

*For those not familiar with a “corpse survivor” you can find the info here

FOWC with Fandango – Driver
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Build

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I Remember that Day ~ #freeverse #poetry

07 Friday Dec 2018

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I remember that day

The one where the sky sang

In shades of pink and blue

That day when clouds caressed

The setting sun, bathed

In a blanketed grace

When the world seemed so light

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I remember that day

The one where the colors rang

In a glorious, pastel hue

That day when the sky was blessed

With a palette, and it painted

On a blank canvas in space

And the world seemed so right

 

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Frayed and Worn ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

07 Friday Dec 2018

Posted by in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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Would you have a moment
To help me with my wares
Won’t you stop, lend a hand
And show me that you care

I cannot seem to get a job
For my dress is frayed and worn
I think I understand just why
You look at me with scorn

You think that I am lazy
You couldn’t be more wrong
I may look like a ragged mess
But my will, is ever strong

It is not my choice to live here
Like this, each and every day
Do you really understand
Why I am this way

I have been forgotten
So I live here on the street
Please won’t you help me
Find some shoes, for my bare feet

 

Author’s Note: As the winter months approach, please, if you have an extra pair of gloves, or a scarf, and you see someone in need, consider an act of kindness, knowing it may never be repaid.

December Writing Prompt – Two halves of dress, frayed and worn – Day 7/31

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Granny’s Gift ~ #poetry #RDP #FOWC

06 Thursday Dec 2018

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Oh my, what’s that smell? What could it be?

Something was putrescent, under the tree!

And there on the floor, with a pretty red bow

Was Granny’s fruitcake, from years long ago

 

FOWC with Fandango – Floor
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Putrescent

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A Tiny Voice ~ #freeverse #poetry of the #spirits

06 Thursday Dec 2018

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In the quiet of night
Only the hum of my PC
Breaks the silence.
Still, I can hear her.
A tiny voice, crying out
In the dark, frightened
To come in, to the light
By which I write.
I tell her not to be afraid
I will not hurt her
Like the others did
She whispers, softly
So I do not hear her
Only the sighs of a child
And she is gone
Though I don’t know where
And I sigh, for her spirit
Hoping it has found
The door that leads
To eternal peace

 

Author’s note:  This poem is based on a true experience.  I have had many encounters with the spirit world.  I have been told I may be Clairsentient.  All I know is this little girl was looking for hope.  I hope I gave that to her…

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