Nothing Makes Sense ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

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Nothing ever made sense
But in his own silly defense
He’d wiggle and pose
Though nobody knows
Exactly why he was so dense

No matter what anyone said
It never got into his head
So he joined a rock band
That played in the sand
Long enough to make him some bread

He became a star on the stage
From morning til night, he’d engage
All the town folk, those women
Whose hearts were abrimmin’
Came running to him, a rampage!

He had no clue, what next he should do
So he begged, “On me please don’t tread!”

 

Writing Prompt – Vermicious Knids – Day 3/31

For those who don’t know what a Vermicious Knid is : a fictitious creature from the book “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” by Roald Dahl. used to define any undefinable creature that would do any undefinable thing. (Source: Urban Dictionary).  It also pertains to the characteristics of a worm.

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Thistles and Thorns ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

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On the sweetest of flowers

Lies the cruelest device

The stem of a rose

Has a thorn not so nice

But that’s nothing compared

To the plant of the thistle

One touch of a spike

Makes your skin start to bristle

Beware of their beauty

Exotic and raw

When you least expect it

It’s your blood that they draw

 

Writing Prompt – Thistles and Thorns – Day 2/31

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A Sparkle like no Other ~ #poetry #TheDailyPost

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Glistening across the lake

Like a million fireflies

A sparkle like no other

From the sun which passes by

Shimmering in the twilight

I stood and watched it dance

The last of the glorious sunshine

In the water, such romance

Just look at how it twinkles

Like stars that light the night

Imagine that you’re one of them

Effervescent, pure and bright

 

The Daily Post: Sparkle

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Weaving Words ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

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Woven like strings

Waiting to be heard

My thoughts come together

In the wake of a word

Visions, set apart,

From reality, seem

Ghostly, compared

To my last vivid dream

Still I continue

To weave when I write

Those thoughts that awaken

Within me, at night

 

Writing Prompt – Weaving Words – Day 1/31

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Sitting on the Sidewalk ~ #poetry of the #homeless

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The rustle of dried up leaves
No welcome sound to ancient ears
Another season comes to an end
Autumn’s gone, as winter nears

How he hates the cold, dark days
When the wind whips through his bones
How he longs for summertime
When warmth is offered, as his home

Cardboard walls, no privacy
Kicked about by strangers feet
Unaware, that he lives there
To them it’s just another street

On days where he can stand the cold
He sits, bundled in a threadbare coat
Hoping they’ll notice how hungry he is
Carefully reading his scribbled note

Most will only smile, in dismay
Not really knowing what they fear
And he sits on the sidewalk, outside his box
As his darkness draws another tear

 

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