02 Wednesday May 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#myphotography, #nofilter, beauty, bees, bumble bee, dorindaduclos.com, flowers, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, rose, spring, Wordless Wednesday
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02 Wednesday May 2018
Posted in May Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#MayWriting, #poetry, agony, angel, comfort, dorindaduclos.com, inanae, poems, sacrifice, senseless, Solace, torture, writing, writing prompt
In a worn out gown, she holds back her tears
Simply wasting her life, in her final years
Sacrifices, she’s made, senseless, inane
Left her with nothing, but agony and pain
She weeps in silence, for all she has lost
A home left in shreds, her own holocaust
Tortured, by her own desperate needs
Nearing her death, she quietly pleads
A prayer for solace, comfort for her heart
On the wings of an angel, she peacefully departs
May Writing Prompt: Senseless Sacrifices – Day 2/31
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02 Wednesday May 2018
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#CFFC, #myphotography, birds, Cee's Fun Foto Challenge, dorindaduclos.com, flying, Night Owl Poetry, outdoor, Photography, sky, up and down, wings, Wordless Wednesday
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Outdoor ways to move up and down
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01 Tuesday May 2018
Posted in May Writing, Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday
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#MayWriting, #poetry, #RomanticTuesday, dorindaduclos.com, hints, in-between, love, lovers, poems, sigh, writing, writing prompt
Somewhere in-between
The hello and goodbye
There lies a subtle hint
Heard, in an everlasting sigh
One that speaks to our hearts
In ways, unknown to others
The one that knows what lies ahead
When we meet again, as lovers
May Writing Prompt: The In-between – Day 1/31
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01 Tuesday May 2018
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#poetry, arguement, dinner, dorindaduclos.com, fighting, flowers, life, love, mood, name calling, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rude, writing
It started out quite innocently
A conversation they had over dinner
Nothing was said nicely, nor eloquently
And no one would come out the winner
Name calling commenced, round the table
It got uglier as time went on
Each one got their own special label
The lines in the sands, had been drawn
Back and forth, it went for hours
Until hunger won out, and they ate
The next day, the misses got flowers
The next day, was one day too late
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