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Macaroni Madness – #poetry #FebruaryWriting

11 Monday Feb 2019

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Everywhere she turned
There were bow ties in the air
Flying about the kitchen
Out the door and up the stairs

She didn’t have a clue how
They jumped from out the pot
Trying to catch them in her hand
No good, they were too hot

Slipping and sliding on the floor
She had to find an easier way
To get them back in the water
And stop this aerial display

It was macaroni madness
The likes she’d never seen
And such a mess, who knew
Macaroni could be so mean

Finally, deciding to give up
Drenched in Alfredo cream
Grateful, when she realized
It was all just a terrible dream

 

**I don’t know about you, but Fettuccine Alfredo sounds good to me   😉

February Writing Prompts – Macaroni Madness – Day 11/28

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A Fit of Pique ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP

10 Sunday Feb 2019

Posted by in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD

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In a fit of pique, we took issue with their words

We needed sage advice, from those who knew

Instead we shed the blood of thousands of men

The bitter act of war, is never the last thing to do

 

Word of the Day – Blood
FOWC with Fandango – Pique
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Sage

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Sweet Kisses from Above – #poetry

10 Sunday Feb 2019

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Rows of puffy clouds, floating by

What kind of secret is kept inside?

Pressed up against an azure sky

I can see them, but, what do they hide?

I heard someone say it is merely the rain

Though I am not sure they are right

I sense a calmness, across this plane

Closer together, they gather, aflight

Til the sky opens up, with a heavy sigh

And the sunlight bows down, to the mist

Their secrets, are no longer held, up high

Nourishing my soul, I am sweetly kissed

 

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Colorful Mischief – #poetry #FebruaryWriting

10 Sunday Feb 2019

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She loves to play with billowy blobs

Quite an artist, though no one will say

What she captures, in painted globs

Is devious, in a most mischievous way

Allowing you to see, only part of her

She can hide the most hideous things

Like the one thing she does, most concur

Is setting traps that make the men sing

She mesmerizes, with a flash of green

Throws colors about, a devil-may-care

Women say, she is simply obscene

But not to her face, they wouldn’t dare

Laughing, as she lures them farther away

She is a siren, from the sea, her realm

She need do nothing to make them stray

When her colors fly about, they overwhelm

 

February Writing Prompts – Billowy blobs and booby traps – Day 10/28

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Human Dearth ~ #poetry #FOWC #RDP

09 Saturday Feb 2019

Posted by in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt

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We can build ourselves a sanctuary, a place we can retreat

Even if it’s in an old garage, a means of paradise, on Earth

But, motivation keeps falling, we’re no longer so ambitious

Our will has dropped too low, we now suffer human dearth

 

FOWC with Fandango – Garage
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Sanctuary

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