Felix Fineas – #poetry #JanuaryWriting

24 Wednesday Jan 2018

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Felix Fineas didn’t know why

He’d always make the ladies cry

Thought it cute, when he patted their rears

This went on and on, for years

The truth, they would all testify

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Yes, Felix had finally been caught

Though he claimed it was all for naught

Spent his days in his cell

Watched his life go to hell

Now dear Felix is quite overwrought

 

 

Writing Prompt – Felix Fineas – Day 24/31

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Wordless Wednesday ~ Awaiting Spring – #myphotography

24 Wednesday Jan 2018

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#LateNightMusings ~ Shine – #words of #love

23 Tuesday Jan 2018

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Unlike the darkest night

Our love will always shine

 

 

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The Sunless Sky ~ #freeverse #poetry

23 Tuesday Jan 2018

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Darkness, you are the night

That shines in ebony brilliance

The black that ignites my soul

When I bask in your pitch

Seeking the shadows, your eclipse

Cimmerian in color, distinct

Is the ink of your veil, and I

Your most loyal servant

Find myself, again, aphotic

Closer, to the sunless sky

Uniting as one, with Erebus

 

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Captured in Corduroy – #poetry #JanuaryWriting

23 Tuesday Jan 2018

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He couldn’t run fast enough

To get away from the crowd

Men with whips and chains

They really were quite loud

Captured now, he waited

For he knew his fate was sealed

Not a chance to save himself

So to these men, he’d yield

He waited, as they closed in

About to use him, like a toy

But all that kept running through his mind?

Good thing he wore corduroy

 

 

Writing Prompt – Captured in Corduroy – Day 23/31

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