22 Saturday Sep 2018
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With the morning breeze
Apple fragrance scents the air
Autumn awakens
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22 Saturday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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Ripples carry a shimmering light
Usher in the beauty of the night
As sun sets on the ocean, vast
The wind, blows softly, ever fast
And sparkles on the waters, sing
As silver lights, in silence, ring
September Writing Prompt – The sounds of silver lights – Day 22/30
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21 Friday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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His thoughts
Linger quietly
In the stillness of night
He can no longer feel her
She has left him, in spite
Of his pleads to her heart
Til the end of his days
Vowing always to love her
Then, the pain starts to weigh
Heavily, the aching, in his chest
This wasn’t what he had planned
Realizing now, the absence of her
Is really more than he can stand
September Writing Prompt – The absence of her – Day 21/30
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21 Friday Sep 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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She hides in the shadows
Blending in with the night
A young maiden in waiting
For her evening delight
She plans for her feast
At the edge of the wood
This pretty little lady
Is surely up to no good
She appears to be human
A facade quite believing
One trick of her trade
And her looks are deceiving
She thirsts for the blood
Of any human form
Then, once she is sated
She disappears, in a storm
She’s kept her mates waiting
For their dinner, you see
Tis not one that she feasts for
More hunger, like she
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20 Thursday Sep 2018
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT
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Crickets serenade
Bidding farewell to summer
Their lament in song
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