24 Sunday Oct 2021
Posted in Butterfly Cinquain, Halloween, Poetry
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22 Sunday Dec 2019
Posted in Poetry
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Shiny red ball, upon the tree
Tell us how it feels to be
Ogled, from eyes that stare, intent
On finding out just what is meant
By colors, hanging, proper and prim
I’ve heard them call you Christmas trim
I can’t imagine tis all you are
I truly feel you are the star!
No, not atop the evergreen
That one’s always easily seen
You are the color of the season
And this why, the very reason…
As crimson fell, from limbs, a loss
The blood of our Savior, upon the cross
Let us now rejoice, for it’s our Lord’s birth
In Heaven above, and here, on Earth!
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10 Sunday Feb 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD
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In a fit of pique, we took issue with their words
We needed sage advice, from those who knew
Instead we shed the blood of thousands of men
The bitter act of war, is never the last thing to do
Word of the Day – Blood
FOWC with Fandango – Pique
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Sage
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18 Tuesday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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The night seemed colder, as the day grew older
Had he been planning his revenge all this time?
Feeling a bit unsteady, unsure if he was ready
Still, he knew he had planned the perfect crime
Over by the door, hearing footsteps on the floor
Finally, she came home, from her day at work
A long awaited moment, a kiss, was his bestowment
And that’s when everything went quite berserk
He never saw the blade, seems he had been played
She turned the tables, on his own deadly scheme
Beads of sweat, replaced by blood, he landed with a thud
As she walked away, she smiled, with an evil gleam
December Writing Prompt – Droplets of sweat fell to his lap as the blade glistened – Day 18/31
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02 Sunday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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He watched himself change, in an odd kind of way
Would never go out, nor show his face in the day
His hunger was ravenous, but not for food, I’m afraid
Though you’d think it hideous, it was what he craved
An image of who he once was, a reflection, despised
Checking the mirror, again, he adjusted his disguise
Candlelight flickering, cast an eerier glow on his face
Finally understanding, why he was bound to this place
And when it hit him, raging, like a wild, relentless flood
He knew what he needed, was another human’s blood
December Writing Prompt – A mirror image of who he once was – Day 2/31
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