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The Final Door – #poetry – #JuneWriting

14 Friday Jun 2019

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She didn’t want to do it, but had no other choice

He took away her soul, he’d never claim her voice

So many wasted hours, spent in strife, discord

Too many days of bitterness, falling on her sword

Knew the time had come, to get out, make a new start

And as the final door closed, so did her broken heart

 

June Writing Prompt – And as the final door closed, so did her heart – Day 14/30

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Water for Hippos – #MayWriting – #poetry

11 Saturday May 2019

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They took me to the dentist
He said open up, say ah
Then he stuck his fingers
Right inside my jaw

He poked around and prodded
Said teeth would have to go
I don’t think he understands
How I love my teethies so

Next he took this little thing
It looks like a rather odd gun
Sprayed a bunch of water
In my mouth, under my tongue

Not sure why he did this
But he stuffed some cotton inside
Next he took a real long needle
I’m pretty sure I cried

But then I didn’t feel the pain
No nothing, did he stop?
So I laid back and just relaxed
Until… I heard the pop

Then there was another
And another, what the hey?
I tried to get his attention
But the words I couldn’t say

Finally it was over, and
He handed me this glass
Said swish and spit, into this bowl
I thought it rather crass

Still, all I could do was drool
No matter how I tried, zippo
And this is why you never give
Water to a novacained hippo

 

May Writing Prompts – Water for Hippos – Day 11/31

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Friday Fantasy ~ The Hitchhikers Guide to Uranus – #MayWriting – #poetry

10 Friday May 2019

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Had to warm my thumb up, get ready for the hike

Across the universe, I couldn’t take my bike

I didn’t have the money, to go by space shuttle

Besides I’d probably get lost, in between the scuttle

I needed to hitchhike, and hope I’d make it through

Or else be caught in outer space, with nothing much to do

I stood by the tower, poised and anxiously waiting

I could see my destination, this was so frustrating!

No one was coming by, all I needed was a ride

Through the door to the galaxy, far on the other side

I thought about jumping, but decided that wouldn’t do

I’d never make it off the ground, besides I liked the view

And so I stood here, pondering, I guess I’ll stay here

Look across the Milky Way, as just a mere sightseer

Perhaps, if I look closely, I may even spot Janus

Maybe then, I’ll find my way, next stop, Uranus!

 

May Writing Prompts – The Hitchhikers Guide to Uranus – Day 10/31

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The Red Door – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting – #poetry

26 Friday Apr 2019

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Dare to take a chance
Never mind the mundane
Life is gray matter
It could use a bit of color

Sweep away the boring
Forget about the plain
The day to day truly
Couldn’t be much duller

Choose the door
To opportunity, open wide
Sidle away from strife
Spice it up, it’s waiting

You’ll never know til you do
Just take a step inside
Hurry now, no time to waste
I promise, it’s captivating

 

April Writing Prompts – Choices or Chances – Day 26/30

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Unrequited Love – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

29 Tuesday Jan 2019

Posted by in January Writing, Poetry

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Where once was a door, is no longer there

Only bricks, and cracks, filled the space

I seem to remember, he, who lived here

Though I cannot, really, remember his face

Walking closer, I had to examine the wall

I really wished I weren’t so nearsighted

I, somehow, knew this wouldn’t be good

Then it hit me, twas a love, unrequited

In the blink of an eye, it had happened

The door that once was, had returned

He pulled me through, no way to go back

Tis what happens, when a lover is spurned

 

January Writing Prompt – Slipping between the seams, there was no turning back – Day 29/31

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