12 Friday Jun 2020
Posted in My Thoughts
Hello friends,
On Wednesday, June 10, I lost my Mom. I am in shock and just numb, so I will be taking an extended leave from WordPress. I lost my best friend, my mentor, my heart is broken.
Hug your loved ones always, tell them you love them, tomorrow is never promised.
Until my return..
Dorinda
07 Sunday Jun 2020
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, alone, death, dorindaduclos.com, end, hospital, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing
She lies there alone
Surely facing unknown
Her body, is lost in a drift
Unaware, of what might be
Though her eyes truly see
Her body, is lost in a rift
Trying hard to stay strong
Oh, but this is so wrong!
She doesn’t deserve this plight
Machines click and beep
As she tries not to sleep
Never to give up the fight
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
01 Monday Jun 2020
Posted in My Thoughts
…since I’ve actually sat down in front of my computer, put my hands on the keyboard and written anything. Yes, there have been the occasional poems, but those are spur of the moment decisions, or long pondered ones which needed a voice. I am determined to get back on track, as soon as the rest of my life cooperates.
Looking forward to coming back full force, and back in my happy place.
Hope you are all well amid this Covid19 lock-down, and now civil unrest in the states. We need peace…we need love…we need each other…
Dorinda
26 Tuesday May 2020
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, adults, berating, chastising, child abuse, Children, dorindaduclos.com, evil, Night Owl Poetry, parents, poems, sad, writing
This poem is based loosely on true facts. It has been eating at me for some time now, and so I’ve put it into words. Child abuse is not just physical,, it is emotional. We must lift our children UP, never tear them down, lest they become the bully.
He cries, all he wants is his trike
She yells, so coarsely, berating
He wonders, “Is this what life is like?”
She sneers at him, a look, so deprecating
“Daddy! Push me on the swing”
She sighs, he’s much too busy
Playing around with gardening things
Disturbed, he hollers, in a tizzy
Tiny minds, developing,
Inside a hardened home
Why bother having children,
If they mess you up?
Surely, they will stray,
Find comfort when they roam
Eventually becoming parents
Neither worthy of a pup
Silence looms, across the neighborhood
Except the noise, coming from that house
Chastising, loudly, they shout for no good
Instead of being happy, all they do is grouse
Still, two tiny beings, afraid to say a word
Sit and stare, each dreading what’s to come
For even if they speak, they aren’t even heard
To their parent’s evil, eventually, they’ll succumb
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay
15 Friday May 2020
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, birds, dorindaduclos.com, nature, nesting, Night Owl Poetry, poems, worm, writing
I’ve brought a tasty morsel
Thought you deserved a treat
I know it’s been quite awhile
Since you’ve had some to eat
I found this little worm
Hanging freely, from a tree
Grabbed him, as I flew by
It’s dinnertime, you see!
No need to set the table
This is only meant for two
Pretty soon, we’ll have to share
When greeting our new crew!
Ah, Mama Bird, how proud I am
To call this place our home
Here, we’ll raise a family
And never shall we roam
And though the kids will leave us
While I know, it’s for the best
I will stay here, by your side
You and me, in our little nest
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay
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