The Force ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP #DWP

04 Saturday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Daily Word Prompt, FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD

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May the Force be with you, we heard Obi Wan say

As he sent Luke off, to battle Vader’s troopers

Much to Yoda’s delight, Luke’s lightsaber saved the day

Which lead to the Rebel Alliance, feeling quite super!

Word of the Day – Delight
FOWC with Fandango – Battle
Ragtag Daily Prompt – May
Daily Word Prompt – Force

A Fiery Beast – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

20 Sunday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetry

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A braver attempt had never before been seen

There was a fire in the sky, hungry and mean

He stood high, on the ridge, watching below

Awaiting the hour, in which he knew, he must go

To the aid of the villagers, there would be no dispute

For this fiery menace, would soon know him, a brute

He was suited for battle, against a foe he knew not

With only a shield and spear, this Spartan, fraught

Did gather himself, and set off, across the land

With the power of the gods, at his command

He fought through the day, and just before night

He returned to the villagers, a welcomed sight

Once again, on the mountain top, he guards his keep

While the beast in the sky, is at last, fast asleep

January Writing Prompt – A braver attempt had never before been seen – Day 20/31

Friday Fantasy ~ The Ultimate Battle – #poetry #JanuaryWriting

11 Friday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetic Prose

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Prepared for the ultimate battle
She made her presence known
A tigress she, on mountain high
Wanted next, to rule the throne

Standing above the land below
She need only stare to frighten
They, who bowed down to her
Who deemed herself, a titan

Til they, who called her majesty
Found her secret, but didn’t tell
That there was nothing noble here
And soon, the warning, a final knell

Where once, no one could get close
They surrounded this deceitful knave
And the crown, placed, upon her head
Would soon be taken, to her grave

Betrayed, by the one they worshiped
They quickly slayed her, on the spot
She, who had prepared for this battle
Forgot the one, in which she was not

January Writing Prompt – Prepared for battle, she made her presence known – Day 11/31

An Un-Nervy Knight – #NovemberWriting #poetry

25 Sunday Nov 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in November Writing, Poetry

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Imagine his surprise
When he rode onto the land
Encountering the town folk
Sitting in the stands

They looked nothing like he envisioned
He wasn’t sure what to make of the scene
Even his horse couldn’t bear to look
Cantering, back and forth, and between

Raising his voice to the village
He needed to show his nerve
For never a knight should ever
Be one without any verve

The town folk cheered him on
Hoping to see him in battle
But this brave knight just couldn’t
His nerves had started to rattle

And so ends the tale of Sir Gulpin
Whose persona did not shine
In fact, the only thing he did, was
Remain on his steed and whine

November Writing Prompt – Nervy Knights – Day 25/30

Taps ~ A Soldier’s Lament – #NovemberWriting #poetry

17 Saturday Nov 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Etheree, November Writing, Poetry

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A
Bugler
Sadly blows
Musical strains
Of magic through brass
Plays a soldier’s lament
For those who battled for us
Triumphant, though many were not
He honors those who never came home
True heroes, on foreign soils, laid to rest