14 Friday Dec 2018
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry
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#Fandango, #FOWC, Christmas, Christmas tree, dorindaduclos.com, electric, hectic, holiday, mall, Night Owl Poetry, people, santa, Santa Claus, shoppers, Shopping, writing
You can feel it in the air, everything is so electric
Shoppers busy buying, stores becoming oh so hectic
Thrilling sights and sounds, yes! Christmas is so near
And of course, there’s Santa, spreading lots of cheer
FOWC with Fandango – Electric
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14 Friday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, What Do You See?
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#poetry, #whatdoyousee, cell phone, dorindaduclos.com, forgotten, Night Owl Poetry, old telephone, poems, sidewalk, telephone booth, writing
The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”. You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you. More info can be found in the link below.
Hey there, yes, you! Do you remember me?
Come in and visit, the space is free
I’m sorry there’s no chair, for you to sit
I surely hope you and your gear can fit
I have been standing here, quite a long time
I think I’m forgotten, it should be a crime
For not long ago, I had so many friends
Why did that have to come to an end?
Oh yes, that’s right, it’s those cellular things
The ones that make noises, when they ring
But not me, I have one tone I can play
And I happen to like it, a lot, this way
So anytime you get tired, of playing around
Come back and see me, I can be found
On the sidewalk, by the lamplight, near the street
I can’t get up and leave, I have no feet
But you do, so please, don’t leave me here alone
Come back, anytime…
…signed your friend, telephone
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14 Friday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#DecemberWriting, #poetry, breeze, daydream, dorindaduclos.com, lost, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, sailboat, sea, writing, writing prompt
Imagine we are lost at sea
With only ripples of water beside us
Aboard this tiny boat, with me
Just enough of a breeze to guide us
There’s no one around, for miles, and miles
Only wide open space, decked out in blue
Perhaps we just bask, in the sun, awhile
Yes, that’s exactly what I think we should do
Then let the sails take us, far, far away
And forget about life on the shores
It’s just us, and the wind, for today
I’m sure I’ve had this dream before
December Writing Prompt – A steady breeze guided them along – Day 14/31
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13 Thursday Dec 2018
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry
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#Fandango, #FOWC, child, Christmas, dorindaduclos.com, Magical, moon, Night Owl Poetry, santa, Santa Claus, Waiting, window, writing
Outside, there’s a magical Christmas snow
A little boy sits, by his bedroom window
Hoping he’ll see Santa, and his sleigh
With his mighty reindeer, leading the way
Imagine his excitement, a wondrous sight
As he sees him, cross the moon, this night
He was waiting to hear Santa’s Ho Ho Ho
And now, it’s off to bed, he must go!
FOWC with Fandango – Magical
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13 Thursday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, art, Childhood, dorindaduclos.com, lace, making memories, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, snow, snowflakes, Winter, writing, young
Frozen flakes of downy white
Dance about, in midair flight
Hide the colors, left from fall
Covering, like a favorite shawl
Pristine, in their journey down
Still as such, they hit the ground
Blending with the grass, once green
Creating an ethereal winter scene
I watch, as children run and play
No school for them, it’s a snow day!
Oh, how I remember, when I was young
I’m catching snowflakes, on my tongue
They land on me, and I’m lost in this space
Catching one in my hand, this delicate lace
And hoping to catch one, for my daughter
Before it melts and turns into water
So she can make her very own memories
She’s smiling and giggling, and in her, is me
Like the beautiful snow, of winter’s art
Some things are meant to be close at heart
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