Monkey Around ~ #poetry #AprilWriting

17 Tuesday Apr 2018

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Having a blast, flying through the trees

One of the cutest, that you’ll ever see

His mama can’t catch him, he’s having some fun

He’s much too quick for her, when he runs

He likes to spin, all around, in the jungle

Hanging on vines, he’s all rough and tumble

Always getting into mischief, such trouble, is he

How can anyone resist, this little monkey!

 

April Writing Prompt:  Orbiting Orangutans – Day 17/30

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A Spirit’s Journey ~ #poetry #freeverse #NaPoWriMo

16 Monday Apr 2018

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She floated

from room to room

Her elegant figure

traced on the walls

from the light

of a street lamp

that shone through

an undraped window

She was like the wind

subtle, unseen

a presence

felt only by

the brush of a breeze

I watched in silence

afraid to disturb

this spirits journey

 

 

 

 

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Decisions ~ #poetry #AprilWriting

16 Monday Apr 2018

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I couldn’t decide, what to put on my toast

So I grabbed all the jellies, the ones I like most

I layered the jams, into colorful lines

On top of some cream cheese, oh, so divine!

I truly wanted, to add another flavor

But, I ran out of space, so this, I will savor

Bite after bite, the taste is so sweet

Think I’ll make another, I deserve this treat

 

April Writing Prompt:  Space jam on toast – Day 16/30

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Silent Sunday ~ Pensive – #myphotography

15 Sunday Apr 2018

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One Last Song ~ #poetry #NaPoWriMo

15 Sunday Apr 2018

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One last song, I begged of him

As he looked upon me, face so grim

The time has come, I can no longer play

Blackened notes, on sheets of gray

The lines now blurred upon the page

I take my leave of this earthly stage

Though my hands shall leave these ivory keys

My melody continues, in sweet rhapsody

 

 

 

The Daily Post: Song

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