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Only Calm – #poetry #Etheree #NaPoWriMo
23 Saturday Apr 2022
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Friday Fantasy ~ A Leap of Faith – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo
23 Friday Apr 2021
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This knight
Summoned, chosen
By the light of the moon
Knows chivalry does not falter
Nor die
***
Instead
His mighty stance
Shows determination
Dauntless, he and his loyal steed
Trust faith
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Yuri_B from Pixabay
John – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo
23 Thursday Apr 2020
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In Loving Memory of John Freda 1968-2020
You left
Before I
Could say goodbye
I sit
And can’t help
But wonder why
You were taken
So soon
From us, away
Though
In our hearts
You’ll forever stay
I loved
Your kindness
Your gentle soul
But, alas,
Your absence
Will take its toll
On so many,
Who will never know
Your spirit
Or the sound
Of your laughter,
I can still hear it
A man
Who cared
For so many, but he
“Reach out,
I’m here,
If you ever need me”
A phrase
He would say to me,
Again & again
He’d listen,
And comfort,
And never complain
John,
You were truly
A wonderful friend
And
To our Alyssa,
You were a godsend
Now
You’re an angel,
In Heaven above
At peace
With our Lord,
Embraced in His love.
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by John Freda
The Hands of the Devil – #NaPoWriMo
23 Saturday Apr 2016
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In the twilight hours, when madness sets in
And the darkness engulfs you, when terror begins
Blurred in reality, a turn of events
Nothing around you makes any sense
Longing for sanity to visit again
Never really knowing where it has been
Torturing dreams that fly through the night
Grasping and grabbing, in torrid delight
Cause you to stumble, turn away from the real
In the hands of the devil, your soul, his steal.
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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