Imperial Units – #poetry #SeptemberWriting

07 Friday Sep 2018

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An imperial trooper walked by me
Somehow, I don’t think it’s a fluke
I’ve searched my data banks, to no end
But I still cannot find Master Luke

R2D2 hasn’t been very helpful
He keeps beeping and booping around
I used to think I understood him
Now I know, he’s just making sounds

Perhaps Obi Wan knows the answer
Otherwise I’ll have to look for myself
You never know where a Jedi will hide
Especially Yoda, that little green elf

Should you see Master Luke, please tell me
So I can shut myself down, for awhile
Chasing Jedi Knights, through the cosmos
Doesn’t quite fit into my lifestyle

 

September Writing Prompt – Imperial units – Day 7/30

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#TBT – Come Back Again – #poetry #humor

06 Thursday Sep 2018

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Where once you were, you’re no longer there

I bet you thought, I wouldn’t care

But I do, you see, it’s important to me

The reason you felt, you had to flee

Did I forget to mention you?

Is this something I should do?

I hope one day, you’ll change your mind

When once again, my blog, you’ll find

 

Authors Note: This was a challenge from my dear friend, Michelle of Putting My Feet in the Dirt. She wrote a poem about losing a follower and two days later, I noticed I lost one, too, so I blamed her lol She dared me to write about it, so here it is, again.  I thought it was worth a repeat.   🙂

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Saucy Suspicions – #poetry #SeptemberWriting

06 Thursday Sep 2018

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She knew something was up
When he didn’t come for dinner
She even prepared his favorite sauce
He always told her, it was a winner

She tried not to think of the worst
Maybe he got stuck at work
More like he was out, with some floozy
That husband of hers, what a jerk!

She decided to teach him a lesson
In fact, she made it her only mission
When he came in, she smelled perfume
And knew then, it wasn’t a suspicion

He tried to explain where he had been
But she wasn’t buying it, not one bit
Took her saucepan off the stove top
And gave him a great big hit

On top of his head, with a thud
He landed, flat on his back
Maybe next time, he’ll think twice
Before he spends time in another sack

 

September Writing Prompt – Saucy Suspicions – Day 6/30

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Wordless Wednesday ~ Hidden Behind the Clouds – #myphotography

05 Wednesday Sep 2018

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Woodland White – #poetry #SeptemberWriting

05 Wednesday Sep 2018

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Between the forest, lush and green

There’s a road that takes you where

The woodlands, covered in the mist

Wait peacefully, but beware

Beyond the heavy fog, there lies

A mystery, not for the meek

You can feel the energy around you

Feel the rush of its mystique

As tales once told, the hidden spirits

Do still linger here these days

Dare you walk this way alone

They just may come out and play

For blended in the whitest fog

An ethereal presence is strong

Tis when you will finally realize

They’ve been waiting for you, all along

 

September Writing Prompt – Woodland white – Day 5/30

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