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18 Monday Oct 2021
18 Friday Oct 2019
Posted in Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Etheree, Poetry
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Colleen’s poetry challenge for this week is a photo prompt!! Check out Colleen’s blog to find which forms of poetry are acceptable for this challenge. Have fun!

So
Charming
Was his way
To play the flute
Aside the river
Made snake rise, mesmerized
But, what no one really knew
Was this rather odd creature’s guile
Had the power to transform serpent
Into a beautiful flower, tis then,
Unable to conjure up his evil
Snake realized, he was being played
For a fool, for he could not see
A trace of his reflection
As only the lake showed
The exquisiteness
Held in the sounds
Alien
Music
Plays.
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 148 #SynonymsOnly
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15 Monday Jul 2019
Posted in July Writing, Poetry
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Twas once a home, standing
Now, broken down and torn
Vines of leaves, hide its eaves
With branches, full of thorns
Windows, in many pieces
No curtains, do they hold
Still, he sees, beyond the trees
The humans, stark and cold
Hunching between the layers
Of bricks, still standing here
He cries in vain, and yet, again
Promises, never, to disappear
Left alone and long forgotten
He stays hidden, never exposed
By grass so high, as time slips by
He sleeps, in quiet repose
But…
Should you happen to pass this way
And you hear the whisper of a sigh
Don’t stop to look, at what’s in the nook
It’s much safer, to keep walking by
July Writing Prompts – Dismantled and disguised – Day 15/31
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22 Wednesday May 2019
Posted in May Writing, Poetry
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She escaped the worst of it, she thought
Colored her locks, with classic brunette
Gave herself bangs, changed her attire
Still, she hadn’t gotten away, just yet
She laughed, when they all ran by her
On a bar stool she sat, happily perched
Confident now, she wouldn’t be caught
She smiled, as the whole town searched
Took on the human persona, quite pleased
With the way she had assimilated so well
Would she manage to remain one of them?
She had to be patient, only time would tell
Suddenly, something seemed different
She knew her disguise must have failed
They took her away, became belligerent
Down at the courthouse, she was jailed
Looks, can only be deceiving, for awhile
Eventually, your true colors come through
She tried to mirror humans, it’s better to not
There are some things, you can never undo
May Writing Prompts – Illegally Brunette – Day 22/31
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15 Tuesday Jan 2019
Posted in January Writing, Poetry
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She set out, across the desert sands
Gathering nature, with her hands
Not wanting to leave, any behind
Heard life on Earth, could be so unkind
Carefree, following behind her, in tow
Were butterflies fluttering, to and fro
Flowers that blossomed, on one side
The clouds, ablaze, in orange skies
Everything she found, was simply a beauty
Knowing inside, this was her rightful duty
To bring back all, they didn’t have there
Saving from humans, who just didn’t care
Though, left behind, near grass, was a tree
Which had no leaves, nor birds to see
Twas the only thing, she could not carry
Though try, she did, but to the contrary
The tree did not want to go, nor gather
So, it stayed in its own place, and rather
Didn’t follow the lass, from land to land
Hoping one day, she would understand
Why he had stayed there, in the blazing sun
Who’d tell about trees, if there were none?
January Writing Prompt – And as she walked away, she took it all with her – Day 15/31
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