15 Friday Feb 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Word of the Day #WOTD
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They say that variety is the spice of life
But I’d rather live a more humble means
I don’t need drama, nor excessive rife
Just simpler days, in my ole blue jeans
Word of the Day – Humble
FOWC with Fandango – Variety
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11 Monday Feb 2019
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Trust, when things aren’t going your way
And life seems to be getting a little tough
Instead of allowing your tempers to flare
Seek better reasons, to get over the rough!
Word of the Day – Trust
FOWC with Fandango – Reason
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Flare
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19 Monday Mar 2018
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She is the storm, throughout the night
As thunder roars, and skies turn white
Blissfully wreaks havoc, among the calm
Yes, this is her fire, her soothing balm
Scatters herself, with ice, snow and rain
Eyes of fury, a heart, filled with disdain
No chance to stop this deadly spree
She thrives on it, tis her malady
And just when you think she, at last, subsides
She returns, with an anger, more intensified
Author’s note: Dedicated to the last three Nor’easter’s with number four arriving tomorrow!! Someone, please, make them stop!
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28 Wednesday Feb 2018
Posted in February Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Fires flame the midnight sky
Lightning crashes, thunders by
Anger keeps her, at this pace
Feeds her hunger, in this place
Ravenous, the power exceeds
A turbulence, no one does need
Explosive, in her deadly task
Voracious, she unveils her mask
Fire flows from out her hands
Burns the ground, on which she stands
And she feels no heat, as the lava flows
For the night is, forever, in her throes
February Writing Prompt: Volatile Voracity – Day 28/28 Another month has flown by!! Looking forward to Michelle’s challenges for March! 🙂
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26 Thursday Jan 2017
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She dyes her hair, paints her face
Dresses to the nines, awaits his embrace
Lipstick, crimson, as red as blood
Skin so soft, like a flower’s bud
Perfumed wrists, her baubles gleam
She prays this night is not a dream
His ravishing smile, her heart skips a beat
She who stands here, alone, on the street
She wonders aloud, “Will he postpone?”
Minutes, hours, no text on her phone
Realizing she’s being used, like a tool
She hangs her head down, feels like a fool
Gets back in her car, as fast as she can
Never again, will she wait, for a man
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