23 Sunday Jun 2019
Posted in June Writing, Poetry, Shadorma
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#JuneWriting, #poetry, bumpkin, city, country, daddy's girl, dorindaduclos.com, girl, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Shadorma, writing, writing prompt
Country girl
Left home readily
Big city
Brighter lights
Her daddy worried himself
Little girl no more
June Writing Prompt – The trouble was, she had never been without him – Day 23/30
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13 Wednesday Mar 2019
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#MarchWriting, #poetry, 1960's, Burma, country, coup d'etat, dorindaduclos.com, hunger, Myanmar, Night Owl Poetry, poems, religion, starvation, stranded, writing, writing prompt
Circa 1960
The militia drew upon us, as we tried to journey on
Amid guns, clashing, shattered souls against brawn
We fled in every direction, but we never got away
Some of us, left to die, alone, most every day
A new regime took over, nothing really changed
Led by men who hated, those who were deranged
Burma, is how I knew you, those many years ago
Myanmar took your name, oh, how I miss you so
Hunger and starvation, we knew them all too well
This country is no longer, the place I wish to dwell
The clashes still exist where, no religion has its peace
And I remain here, stranded, praying for my release
Myanmar (Burma) today: In 2011, the military junta was officially dissolved following a 2010 general election, and a nominally civilian government was installed. This, along with the release of Aung San Suu Kyi and political prisoners, has improved the country’s human rights record and foreign relations, and has led to the easing of trade and other economic sanctions. There is, however, continuing criticism of the government’s treatment of ethnic minorities, its response to the ethnic insurgency, and religious clashes. (Wikipedia)
March Writing Prompts – Stranded in Burma – Day 13/31
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20 Thursday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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#poetry, #SeptemberWriting, country, cow, dorindaduclos.com, food, grass, meadow, Night Owl Poetry, poems, steak, veal, veggies, writing, writing prompt
Stop! Right there, it’s a big mistake!
We are definitely not dinner for you
Go find another to make you a steak
Better yet, go eat a vegetable, or two
We’re a happy couple, the bull and I
We like laying around in the grass
But humans, in the blink of an eye
Don’t care about being so crass
Seriously, folks, go try something new
Wake up your taste buds, delight them!
Perhaps some kale or broccoli will do
Go on, go ahead, and just bite them!
Forget about meat, no burgers, no veal
Peppered steak, is not on the menu
Veggies will do, for your very next meal
A baked potato, a salad, and tofu
C’mon, can’t you see how cute we are
Just laying here, together, we plead
We’re too young, to write our memoir
Leave us be, or we’ll surely stampede!
September Writing Prompt – Peppered steak – Day 20/30
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19 Wednesday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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#poetry, #SeptemberWriting, country, dimensions, dorindaduclos.com, dotted, elf, Elfin, grass, magic, meadow, mushrooms, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing, writing prompt
In the tall green grass of the meadow
In a dimension much like our own
Lives an elf with his misses and family
In a small, dotted mushroom home
Bright red roofs are clustered
A shelter for the little folk inside
Free to be what they want to be
No need to run away and hide
So if you’re walking about in the country
And you spot a mushroom or two
Remember to leave well enough alone
Or elfin magic will come after you!
September Writing Prompt – Dotted dimensions – Day 19/30
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30 Monday May 2016
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#poetry, americans, country, courage, dorindaduclos.com, freedom, Memorial Day, memorials, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rights, USA, valor
I don’t understand, when you argue and say
A memorial for the fallen, should not be displayed
A field of white crosses, eternal rest for the brave
A symbol of thanks, our flag on their grave
For ones who have fought, for your freedoms, your rights
Protecting your country, unafraid of the fight
Valor and courage stood tall, hand in hand
Remember, they gave you their all, they were proud Americans!
Always give thanks to the brave men and women who have given their lives so you can remain free. ~Memorial Day 2016~
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