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Greasy, Grimy Chauffeur Guts – #OctoberWriting #OctPoWriMo #poetry

25 Thursday Oct 2018

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One problem with mummy man, Lucas
His car, always covered in mucus
Globs of green, all around
Left his mark, quite profound
The town stayed away from this doofus

Didn’t care what everyone did think
All that greasy green sludge, what a stink!
He would throw all this slime
Police named it a crime
Then threw Lucas away, in the brink!

Never saw him again, around town
This chauffeur, now in jail, with a frown
Became quickly unglued
Tense, with disquietude
Poor Lucas, now a pile, on the ground

 

October Writing Prompt – Greasy, grimy chauffeur guts – Day 25/31
OctPoWriMo

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Wordless Wednesday ~ Peek-a-boo Moon – #myphotography

24 Wednesday Oct 2018

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Plague the Earth ~ #etheree #PoetryChallenge

24 Wednesday Oct 2018

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Colleen has given us the words Haunt and Spell for this week’s challenge.   Remember, you can only use synonyms to write your poetry!  I used Spirit and Incantation.   🙂


A
Spirit
Dwells here
Ever present
Amongst the living
Bewitching in its charm
It catches one off their guard
And terrifies the weakest soul
With an incantation, it takes you
Now you only exist to plague this Earth

 

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

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The Broom of Doom – #OctoberWriting #OctPoWriMo #poetry

24 Wednesday Oct 2018

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Setting fire to the midnight sky
She takes off, upon her broom

Halloween, the witch’s right
Tis the hour of certain doom

She leaves her black cat, safe at home
As she flies about, through the clouds

He mews his loudest, atop the dome
She repeats to him, he’s not allowed

This is her night, to release her wrath
Probably better if you stay home, too

For the broom of doom, in its aftermath
Makes you, the main course, for her stew

 

October Writing Prompt – The Broom of Doom – Day 24/31
OctPoWriMo

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Who took autumn? ~ #poetry

23 Tuesday Oct 2018

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Dear sweet autumn
Where have you gone?
Someone came
And took you away
Though leaves are turning
But, my heart’s still yearning
Winter’s come
And I think it’s to stay

Frost on the ground
In the early morn
Green grass is long gone
Turned, shades of brown
And the sky is so gray
On this cool October day
I need to smile, turn
My frown upside down

November is coming
How quickly, it seems
Counting days
Til the colors have left
Pictures taken, a few
It’s what I needed to do
To keep my heart
From feeling bereft

And I’ll count the days, in so many ways
Until her beauty returns, once again
I’ll wait by the door, of this I am sure
Pray my autumn, this time, will remain

 

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