27 Wednesday Sep 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge, September Writing
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In autumn’s nighttime
There is no sense of silver
When nature turns gold
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 331/365
Writing Prompt: A Silvery Substance – Day 27/30
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27 Wednesday Sep 2017
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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These beauties were recently shown at the car show sponsored by Wayne Lincoln Mercury, Wayne NJ
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26 Tuesday Sep 2017
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday
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You and me
In our favorite place
Me and you
Take up very little space
Nestled together
Holding hands
Ignoring the others
Those who withstand
The happiness we feel
In our own little world
Year after year
Where love is unfurled
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26 Tuesday Sep 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge, Ronovan writes
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Like sweet autumn air
The scents of the forest drift
Soothing restless souls
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 330/365
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #168 Sweet&Scent
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26 Tuesday Sep 2017
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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#poetry, #SeptemberWriting, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, peppered, pickles, poems, weakness, writing
There wasn’t enough pepper in Hank
To open the jar, so he yanked
But the pickles remained
Never again to be strained
And that was the end, to be frank
Writing Prompt: Peppered Pickles – Day 26/30
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