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Hippopotamus Expectations – #poetry #FebruaryWriting

24 Sunday Feb 2019

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Oh, hi there, I wasn’t expecting you

Please excuse me, if you don’t mind

I made my over here, for what, no clue

But, it’s something I hope I can find

Lately, I’m lost, don’t know what to do

I wonder if you’d help me, in kind

Find the thing, blocked from my view

Especially, if I try looking behind

I think I’ve gotten myself into a stew

If I don’t find it soon, I’ll be in a bind

What’s that you say, just buy it new?

Great idea, ah, at last, I can unwind…

 

…Now, what was it I was looking for?

 

February Writing Prompts – Hippopotamus expectations – Day 24/28

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Dazzling Doohickeys ~ #JuneWriting #poetry

21 Thursday Jun 2018

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Sadie dazzled the world, but couldn’t recall

Exactly with what, though the crowds, she’d enthrall

Some kind of doohickey, she would make spin

One by one, they would twirl, from her neck to her shin

Sparkling metal that went around and around

Never did she ever drop one, on the ground

There was only one problem with her great skill

When someone would ask what she did, oh the chill

That ran through her body, she’d feel her face blush

She couldn’t remember, so she’d leave in a rush

Til one day she tripped, hit her head, nincompoop!

Twas then she recalled, her beloved hula hoop

Whirling and twirling, so happy to remember

She continued to shake, from July til September

The others would watch in awe, then with a smile

Sadie tossed her hoops, and went out in style

 

June Writing Prompt – Dazzling doohickeys – Day 21/30

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Just a Pawn ~ #poetry #NaPoWriMo

07 Saturday Apr 2018

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Embryonic thoughts, plague the best of me

Incipient beginnings, not where I wish to be

Maturity has abandoned me, in very many ways

Passing by the hours, watch them turning into days

Hoping new beginnings, will appear with early dawn

I sit and wait, and realize, I’m really just a pawn

Of merely growing older, in a world, that likes me not

Maybe I finally did grow up, perhaps I just forgot

 

 

The Daily Post: Inchoate

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