09 Tuesday Jul 2019
Posted in July Writing, limerick, Poetry
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#JulyWriting, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, boardwalk, dinner, dorindaduclos.com, limerick, Night Owl Poetry, peasants, pheasant, poems, Point Pleasant, writing, writing prompt
Harriet was just an old pheasant
Spent days on the beach at Point Pleasant
She was sunning away
Burned to a crisp, oy vey
Now dinner for some boardwalk peasants
July Writing Prompts – Point Pleasant – Day 9/31
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25 Monday Mar 2019
Posted in Daily Word Prompt, FOWC with Fandango, Poetry
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#DailyWord, #DWP, #FOWC, #poetry, corpse, dinner, dorindaduclos.com, Fandango's One Word Challenge, gossamer, Night Owl Poetry, poems, spider, web, writing
Spun, like an intricate maze, you get caught
Her gossamer strings are not easy to avoid
In the garden, she waits, her dinner, sought
You become a corpse, your future destroyed
FOWC with Fandango – Corpse
Daily Word Prompt – Gossamer
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26 Tuesday Feb 2019
Posted in February Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#FebruaryWriting, #poetry, creamed corn, dinner, dorindaduclos.com, family, mashed potatoes, Night Owl Poetry, poems, pot pie, smart mama, writing, writing prompt
Every Sunday, we would meet
At Mama’s, twas the place to be
Good home cooking, what a treat
We were one big happy family
Until the day, Mama changed it up
Served us, in these little black pans
We couldn’t tell what it was for sup
We were all a bit of a baffled clan
We asked and pried, to no avail
She said dig in, and stop yapping
All we wanted was a little detail
Never ate what needed unwrapping
One by one, we all stuck in our forks
Each time we pulled mashies and corn
Seems Mama forgot to add the pork
So there we sat, sad and forlorn
But Mama ate away at her meal
Seems she simply didn’t understand
Her dish was lacking in plate appeal
From the table, we all did disband
Now, maybe you’re thinking shame on her
The woman didn’t feed her poor family well
But Mama knew exactly what she was doing
When the other dinners, into her belly, fell
February Writing Prompts – Mashed tators and creamed corn cake – Day 26/28
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10 Thursday Jan 2019
Posted in January Writing, Poetic Prose
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, boat, dinner, dorindaduclos.com, eagle, fish, hawk, hesitatation, lake, lost, Night Owl Poetry, Poetic Prose, survival, writing, writing prompt
The boat was empty, not a soul in sight, he perched high on the branch, as sun set to night; watching and waiting, always calculated his timing, he was ready for his dinner, so he started his priming. When out of nowhere, came the rush of wings; nothing ever good, came out of these things. Sighing, he knew, he had heard it before; the eagle had found, his hidden place, once more. Now honing in on the fish he espied, the hawk simply sat there, watching, wide eyed; he knew better than to challenge this bird, trying to do so would be quite absurd. Instead he lamented, on what he should do next; there was still one more fish, but to get it, complex. So he waited again, til the eagle had gone; hoping this time, he had truly moved on. Again, there it was, that sound ever roaring; he was back for the other, that darn eagle, came soaring! Off went the second fish, into claws, twas transferred; all the hawk could do now, was go hungry, dumb bird…
The moral of the story: He who hesitates, often misses dinner.
January Writing Prompt – The boat was empty, except for one lone fish – Day 10/31
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24 Saturday Nov 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, crash, dinner, dorindaduclos.com, nap, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Sated, Thanksgiving, turkey, writing
The table, once filled with abundance
Is now empty, things gone, in a flash
Stuffed and sated, we must take a nap
Caused by that notorious turkey crash
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Crash
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