29 Monday Oct 2018
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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#poetry, #RonovanWrites, animals, cruel, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, homeless, hunger, Night Owl Poetry, people, poems, poetry challenge, strike, Winter, writing
With winter’s cruel strike
The Earth offers no comfort
Many will hunger
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger
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29 Monday Oct 2018
Posted in cover reveal
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#CoverReveal, #creativewriting, #myphotography, #newbook, #nofilter, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, passages, Photography, Poetic Prose, Short & not always Sweet, short stories, writing
I’m excited to reveal the cover for my next book, “Short & not always Sweet“! As you can probably surmise by the title, it is my first book of short stories. I have included passages and poetic prose, to round out my writing. Some of you will recognize the stories from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto, but there’s a catch. The stories have been continued! The book is in the editing stages now, and will be available soon (I hope). Without further ado…
The back reads:
“Imagine yourself being lost in a faraway land, or sailing on a pirate ship. Perhaps you’ll find yourself in a predicament, or a romantic rendezvous. From passages to longer, more detailed stories, these are writings that are sure to capture your imagination and evoke emotions, from sadness, to madness, to happiness and beyond.”
I look forward to releasing the book soon, and hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it for you!
~ Dorinda ~
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29 Monday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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#OctoberWriting, #poetry, chains, clanky, clinky, death, dorindaduclos.com, friends, hell, Night Owl Poetry, OctPoWriMo, poems, skeletons, writing
Friends till the end, forever, they cried
On the battlefield, beaten, tis when they died
Now locked together, by their own man-made chains
Only problem about them, was neither had a brain
You’d think by now, they would know how to break
The bindings around them, how much could it take?
But emotions ran high, and soon they did fight
Yelling at each other, all day and all night
When one would go left, the other went right
Things got so nasty, the neighbors took flight
Then the Devil himself, called them to him
Demanded they behave, and then, on a whim
He decided the two, must forever stay
The way they came to him, on that fateful day
And he went a step further, making sure he was clear
No more arguing nor fighting, or they’d disappear
But that wasn’t the only thing that made them cranky
He named one of them Clinky, and the other one, Clanky
October Writing Prompt – Clinky and Clanky – Day 29/31
OctPoWriMo
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28 Sunday Oct 2018
Posted in My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, birthday, celebrating, dorindaduclos.com, fate, Halloween, life, love, Night Owl Poetry, October, poems, time, writing
With each flickering flame, my years unfold
Tapering down, leaving days of untold
Dripping memories, of past events
Happier times, still I’m not quite content
Candelabra in hand, a welcoming light
The fire, still burning, with no end in sight
Celebrating the day, reaching for more
Wondering what this life has in store
As closer to Halloween, comes the time
Knowing I still haven’t yet reached my prime
So, I’ll blow out the candles, let the wax seal my fate
On this day in October, 2018, twenty-eight
In case you haven’t figured it out, today is my birthday. I originally posted this two years ago and have amended it to reflect this years date. I’m off for the day! See you tomorrow ❤
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28 Sunday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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#doublereverseetheree, #OctoberWriting, #poetry, #reverseetheree, abhorrent, apparitions, dissipates, dorindaduclos.com, Etheree, Night Owl Poetry, OctPoWriMo, poems, smoke, soul, writing
A vision appears in the dark of night
Rather gnome like or perhaps ogre
Simply floating about, blocking
What lies ahead of me, still
I ignore, best I can
This apparition
It plays games
Abhorrent
Loathsome
Thing
It
Tries me
Go away
You quite bore me
And I know better
I remain here, watching
It dissipates in the air
Swirling about, creative mist
A cloud of smoke no longer inhaled
But exhaled, letting it escape my soul
October Writing Prompt – Abhorrent apparitions – Day 28/31
OctPoWriMo
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