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Our Lord’s Birth ~ #poetry of #Christmas

22 Sunday Dec 2019

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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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A Fit of Pique ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP

10 Sunday Feb 2019

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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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The Near-Perfect Crime ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

18 Tuesday Dec 2018

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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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Mirror Image ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

02 Sunday Dec 2018

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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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Friday Fantasy ~ Evening Delight – #poetry

21 Friday Sep 2018

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She hides in the shadows
Blending in with the night
A young maiden in waiting
For her evening delight

She plans for her feast
At the edge of the wood
This pretty little lady
Is surely up to no good

She appears to be human
A facade quite believing
One trick of her trade
And her looks are deceiving

She thirsts for the blood
Of any human form
Then, once she is sated
She disappears, in a storm

She’s kept her mates waiting
For their dinner, you see
Tis not one that she feasts for
More hunger, like she

 

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