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One Town Over – #poetry – #AprilWriting

07 Sunday Apr 2019

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Too many weapons left behind
To figure out who did the deed
A detective was handed the case
Hoped he’d have all he’d need

Evidence, placed upon his desk
A knife, a noose and a gun
Not really knowing where to begin
He knew this wouldn’t be fun

Taking out his trusty magnifier
He checked the weapons, again
Finding only one little clue
The evidence, was surely plain

When finally reaching a conclusion
He presented his case to the chief
Shaking his head at the detective
He stood there, in disbelief

How could this possibly be? he asked
Which one of the weapons matched?
Twas a fingerprint, upon the gun
To a certain someone, attached

Seems Chief has been up to no good
Got caught with the new recruit
The misses found out, set him up
Then quickly, gave him the boot

Now the chief’s in the slammer
No longer is he the top cop
As for the real murder weapon
One town over, at the old pawnshop

 

April Writing Prompts – A fugitive on the loose, where’s the noose? – Day 7/30

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The Blue Screen of Death – #poetry – #AprilWriting

06 Saturday Apr 2019

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Hours, now spent, at the computer screen
Pounding the keyboard, to its extreme

While typing away, I’m paying no attention
Until I realize, I’m faced, with misapprehension

Glancing above the rims of my glasses
The color of blue, which nicely harasses

The vision in front of me, is it a message?
Downloading future, is this a presage?

It tells me to wait, but for what, I’m unsure
I could always hit cancel, that could be a cure

Except, I wonder, what it is my future holds
Can I ask the blue screen, or would that be too bold?

On second thought, perhaps, it’s cancel, I will hit
Better I should shut it down, before I throw a fit

As I turn off the computer, and take a deep breath
I pray, when I turn it on, I won’t be faced with death

 

April Writing Prompts – The blue screen of death – Day 6/30

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Karma has a way – #poetry – #AprilWriting

05 Friday Apr 2019

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It never happened before, no, not to her

She was always the one, who rejected

Now she sat alone, with life, just a blur

Not even the water, in the pool, reflected

How she was feeling, deep down inside

An emptiness, filled, the whole of her belly

Passing her by, heard remarks, rather snide

Her heart broken in two, legs feeling like jelly

She tried to ignore, but it was so hard to do

All she wanted was a little love, and affection

But karma has a way of turning back on you

Its number one rule, no such thing as perfection

 

April Writing Prompts – Rules of rejection – Day 5/30

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Stuck on Repeat – #poetry – #AprilWriting

04 Thursday Apr 2019

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When morning light begins
And says goodnight to moon

I try to escape what’s in
The house, this awful tune

A song that lingers on and on
It’s one not easy to forget

Sounding more like a drone
And eventually, one, I regret

To hear it again, I don’t wanna
It’s enough to make me dread

Kind of reminds me of Manamana
Now try getting it out of your head

Still my daughter sings to me
This song she learned so well

And all it ever brings to me
Is a headache, and a dizzy spell

 

Author’s Note: For those of us with children, this song was a staple in the house for years. The Elephant Show and its theme song was always being sung. Just minutes ago, I told my daughter the prompt, and yes, you guessed it, she started singing it. She’s 29… lol  Never heard it?  Listen HERE – Good luck getting it out of your head.

April Writing Prompts – Skinamarinky Dinky Dink – Day 4/30

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TP or not TP (sorry Shakespeare) – #poetry – #AprilWriting

03 Wednesday Apr 2019

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Do you ever wonder, what it must think?

When in the bathroom, you make a stink

Does it cringe or does it start to sweat?

I’ve often wondered, but haven’t asked, just yet

After being neatly rolled with its fellow sheets

A human hand grabs and heads for a seat

Right then, does the toilet paper feel its defeat?

Or does it, instead, feel more replete?

After all, we are using it, for what it is meant

Though asked, I’m sure it would give its dissent

Stand on the roller, and proclaim to the crowd

Nothing I did here, is making me feel proud!

With its roll now depleted, its job is finished, so they say

Until Mother Nature calls, and we’re headed back its way

 

April Writing Prompts – Toilet paper testimonies – Day 3/30

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