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Weather Spiral ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP

01 Friday Mar 2019

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March has joined us, on this weather spiral

Her radiant sun, trying hard to appease

What I’d really prefer, is warmth, gone viral

I’m so tired of cold, and so are my knees!

 

Word of the Day – Appease
FOWC with Fandango – Radiant
Ragtag Daily Prompt – March

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Once Hidden, Escapes ~ #DoubleEtheree #PoetryChallenge

01 Friday Mar 2019

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This week, Colleen challenges us with the words Origin and Write. Remember, synonyms only to write your poetry!!

Written as a Double Etheree, my synonyms are Connection and Record.


I
Record
My feelings
Until I sense
The true connection
To the words, now fated
On what was but a blank page
Of plain white emptiness; my soul
Once hidden behind the darkened ink
Escapes, to become this glorious light
A fire which I cannot extinguish
The one I wish never to be tamed
For my spirit breathes in the life
Born, to these withering hands
That still continue forth
Never backing down
Until at last
Depleted
I am
Spent

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – Origin and Write

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A Blending of Seasons – #poetry – #MarchWriting

01 Friday Mar 2019

Posted by in March Writing, Poems, Poetry

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Flowers show their faces
Chin up, to the morning sun
Stretching, as a new day
Shines, upon each one

Yet, further in the distance
The snow has just begun
Newly fallen, it appears
Perhaps, winter is not done

Mother Nature, once again
Continues playing games
Every year’s no different
She always takes the blame

It’s how she keeps her stature
Tis her universal claim to fame
Else, if things were boring
You might forget her name

She’s a blending of the seasons
By using a touch of her hand
You may think otherwise, but
She has this whole thing planned

Her touch creates the wonder
We admire across the land
With her palette, full of colors
Things always look so grand

So, when you see the flowers
But, the hills are full of snow
You can’t imagine life, without
This amazing, living, show

Give thanks to Mother Nature
As you watch her beauty grow
Be sure she knows you’re grateful
For decorating Earth just so

 

March Writing Prompts – A new fallen snow – Day 1/31

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Devour ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #DWP

28 Thursday Feb 2019

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There are an infinite number of ways, oft filled with disdain

When, selfishly, one will devour a human spirit, and conceal it

While trying to strangle those around, by using rope or chain

To climb higher, above the rest, til they can, no longer, heal it

 

Word of the Day – Devour
FOWC with Fandango – Chain
Daily Word Prompt – Infinite

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Men-o-pause ~ #poetry #whimsy

28 Thursday Feb 2019

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Try to get it done, he says
When you are at home
Not enough hours, nor ways
But still I never moan
(Well, hardly)

How hard is it to understand
It’s really not so easy
All this work, takes its toll
Makes me rather queasy
(And gnarly)

I’ve many heated exchanges
There’s nothing cool about it
So the neighbors don’t think I’m nuts
I try to never shout it
(Stop it!)

Wipe the brow, with a towel
Another one to wash
I really wish there was a way
For laundry to be quashed
(Drop it!)

Oh, those lousy moody ways
I get when he’s around
Can’t he find another place to flop
Like on the ground!
(Oy vey)

Instead he lingers over me
A cat about to pounce
Sorry, babe, not tonight
I couldn’t care an ounce
(Go away!)

He mopes about, a wounded soul
Yep the hubby’s got it tough
Wonder how he’d feel
If he had it, oh, this rough!
(Le sigh)

Okay, maybe I’m being too hard
He’s really not the cause (uh huh)
But, oh, the pain he suffers
Brought about by men-o-pause
(Poor guy)

 

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