Mounds of Mush ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

17 Saturday Mar 2018

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He was an old softy, with a devilish old heart

Knew how to get the girls, right from the start

Romancing each one, was his kind of game

He never left any of them, feeling the same

Each night he’d romance, yet another pretty face

Then leave her behind, ‘cause he needed his space

Til this one little lady, cheeks red, as she blushed

Smiled, ever shyly, turning his heart into mush

 

March Writing Prompt:  Mounds of Mush – Day 17/31

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!

17 Saturday Mar 2018

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Today we are all Irish!

Have a great day!

Friday Fantasy ~ Conspire – #poetry of the #moon

16 Friday Mar 2018

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Cast me a spell, that sets, like a fire

Flames in the darkness, my truest desire

Words that shadow, as the night closes in

Allow me to follow, when the spirits begin

Their incantations, to darken the light

The wakening of Luna, full and bright

Cast me a spell, my one true desire

The moon, my soul, to wickedly conspire

 

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Guzzling Gary ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

16 Friday Mar 2018

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There he was, good ole guzzling Gary

Sat at the bar, with his pal Harry

The two knocked back a few

Then the bar stools they threw

Locked up, they became legendary

 

March Writing Prompt:  Guzzling Gary – Day 16/31

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Friday Fantasy ~ Lighthearted Daydreams – #poetry

16 Friday Mar 2018

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Daydreaming, in a lighthearted way
Staring off in the distance, she sighs

Light in the forest, behind her
Daybreak, again, on the rise

Elfin magic begins its descent
She waits for it to draw near

Dancing about, sunbeams shine
This is her favorite time of the year

For the world around, grows brighter
As the darkness quickly fades away

Nature begins her spring rebirth
And the elves rejoice, on this day

 

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