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Shiver & Quiver – #HappyHalloween – #witches

31 Saturday Oct 2020

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Come take a ride on my broomstick

Meet my precious cat, Mr. Quiver

We’ll turn your head, round and round

Upside down, make your whole body shiver

Throw in some jack-o-lanterns

Light the candles, watch them flame

The goblins? In the graveyard?

They’re writing numbers, taking names

I will tell my tale this Halloween

About the time I caught your eye

And how you fell for my greatest plan

I’m so sorry that you had to die

Your time has come to a dreadful end

On the gravestone, etched in black

Your name and, yes, the date you left

Sad to say, there’s no turning back

 

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved, Amended ©2020
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#FridayFantasy ~ My Familiar – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

24 Friday Apr 2020

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My Familiar sits, so patiently
Atop the balcony, she waits
For she is a wise companion
Yes, her senses are innate

Black and white, against the night
Eyes glowing, emerald green
She knows my every secret
Her intelligence, quite keen

I don’t have to tell her my story
There’s no need, she is my friend
And already knows the outcome
Just as I do, in the end

Trustworthy, faithful, together
We grow old, in the same skin
Nine lives are not just for kitty
When a witch’s tale, we spin

With the light of the moon above us
Illuminating the purple sky
My Familiar and I, in harmony
As we watch the stars go by

And wait for the morning sun to shine
Then, she knows, this is the time
When she’ll disappear, once again
Becoming one with me, sublime

 

©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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A Vicious Cycle – #poetry – #MarchWriting

04 Monday Mar 2019

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It’s one of those days
When life throws a curve
And you’re simply too tired
To even try to swerve

Laundries piling up
Dishes need cleaning
All you can think of is
What is the meaning?

Of doing the same thing
Day after day
You decide that it’s crazy
No, it’s not okay

How can this happen
It never seems to end
So you pick up the phone
And you call up a friend

You tell them to come over
To have a coffee or two
Perhaps bring the cookies
That’s what you’d do

Then sit around the table
And hope for the best
When suddenly, kids
And everything’s a mess

They’re running around
Chasing and screaming
All you are hoping is that
You’ve really been dreaming

You tell your friend
You feel like Mother Hubbard
Then it happens, and, splash
The cat falls off the cupboard

Horrified, and soaking wet
She rushes out the door
It’s when you finally realize
You can’t take this anymore

You pack up your suitcase
Wave to hubby, “see ya later!”
He looks like you spoke French
And he needs a translator

Hop in the car, turn on some tunes
And drive around, for a mile
Let out a sigh, head back home
At least you got out for awhile

 

March Writing Prompts – Sorry, my cat fell off the cupboard – Day 4/31

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All that Chatter – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

28 Monday Jan 2019

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I don’t know how it happened, how they locked me in this cage

They’re outside, chattering, while I’m stuck here, enraged

They’ve a warped sense of humor, I need time to figure this out

Somehow I have to open the door, I can’t just sit here and pout

Don’t worry, I won’t do that, I’m nothing like dogs, no way

I’m superiority at my very best, soon, I’ll make those birds pay

Three against one, a bit unfair, as in this cage, I ponder

All these hours, chatting away, is too much time to squander!

I have to stay alert, and wait, the timing must be right

A distraction would be helpful, I can’t stay in here, all night

Finally! They’ve stopped that noise, are they now asleep?

I’m trying to look around at them, I mustn’t make a peep

Looks like they’re dozing, sounds good, I think I will partake

Curling up in sweet silence…

Their squawking, gave me a headache!

 

January Writing Prompt – As they chatted away, he needed to find a way out – Day 28/31

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The Door to Her Dreams – #poetry – #whatdoyousee?

23 Wednesday Jan 2019

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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”.  You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you.  More info can be found in the link below.


Oh my, Petunia, this is just what we need

Do you think anyone will notice, if we go?

Her cat looked out, in a most curious way

Not quite sure what happened to the snow

Through the door of her dreams, lay a beach

Blue skies, white clouds, and palm trees sway

Not like back home, with the dark and drear

Where the days were nothing more than gray

The sun brightened, as they stood there in awe

Warmth filled this place, not covered in white

Surely, they wouldn’t miss them, for a short while

The one’s left back home, on that cold winter night

 

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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