09 Sunday Apr 2017
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#freeverse, #poetry, #SundayRewind, dorindaduclos.com, Echoes, God, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rain, The Storm, thoughts, thunder
And I close my eyes and listen
To the gentle echoing sounds
Of rain splashing upon my thoughts
Amidst God’s almighty thunder
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08 Saturday Apr 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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#DailyHaikuChallenge, #Haiku365, #poetry, clouds, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, sky
Freedom to fly high
Clouds float aimlessly about
Through the azure skies
Should you like to participate in the challenge, simply link back to Morgan’s first post found HERE
Day 159/365
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08 Saturday Apr 2017
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, cages, demons, dorindaduclos.com, evil, hell, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rain, Released from Cages, spirits, wind, writing
Winds do howl, through bars of pain
Unlock the demons, pour the rain
Scatter them, about the ground
Unleash the haunted, perilous sound
As water sears their ashen skin
No safe haven, can they hide in
Tears them up, into small bits
Ravaged souls, into the pits
Where once they were the gentle sages
Now just evil, released from cages
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07 Friday Apr 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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Insist on success
Leaving a trail behind you
Others will follow
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Day 158/365
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07 Friday Apr 2017
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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A wanderer, on water’s edge
Where none can see what’s there
She is waiting for her gondolier
And she knows exactly where
He’ll arrive, the captain of his boat
Once a proud man, of the sea
As still the waters beckon him
Yes! His one true destiny
But she will not allow this
With her spirit, she will menace
And make him hers, forever more
For she is the Ghost of Venice
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