26 Tuesday Oct 2021
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Mama said it was taken care of
“Child, there’s nothing to be scared of”
I close my eyes, and to my surprise
There is something I’m made aware of
05 Saturday Oct 2019
Posted in October Writing, Poetry
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The place where silence had a voice
Called to mind, but not by choice
The one she knew, who she was
Now no clue, and just because
Her life had left her, far behind
Harsh words, unsaid, so unkind
Failed her, in her darkest hours
Waited, as her heart grew sour
No noise was heard, as she spoke
No words uttered, nor evoked
The silence, had taken her last chance
No doubt, this was not happenstance
For she knew who caused this to occur
The one they called “The Saboteur”
Silent, every word, spewed madness
Her heart, overflowed, with sadness
No way to break him, this grim reaper
She knew he’d find a way, to keep her
October Writing Prompt – The place where silence had a voice
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21 Friday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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In his shattered state, he couldn’t decompress
Someone tried to kill him which added more distress
Air came, in shorter spurts, a gasp, here and there
Shards of glass, sliced his skin, he was in despair
When he found his wits, he peered through the hole
Wondered how the piercing bullet, didn’t take his soul
What he saw made him jump, he tumbled to the floor
He had escaped so many times, he couldn’t anymore
The reaper had come calling, waited for him to depart
Not letting him get away again, death took his evil heart
December Writing Prompt – Decompression arrived quickly after the window blew out – Day 21/31
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15 Monday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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Said the wicked old witch, to the fly on the wall
Your maggots are restless, won’t stop moving at all
I need them, to stir up, a batch of my brew
Tell them to calm down, for a moment or two
Said the fly on the wall, to the wicked old witch
You can do it yourself, with a lick and a stitch
If they don’t work out, then it best be forgotten
After all, these monsters, were all misbegotten
Still the fly had his price, it was all or nothing
Didn’t matter to him that his brood was abuzzin’
But the witch wanted quiet, to conjure her drink
With them making noise, she could barely think!
Trying to soothe over the old lady’s nerves
The maggots calmed down, landed, reserved
The witch was now happy, she shouted with glee
Finally! This is exactly how I need them to be
The witch got her purse, but the fly wanted double
Not able to agree, only caused them more trouble
With that, the witch, well, she’d had enough
And the fly on the wall… he’s now merely a scuff
October Writing Prompt – Maggoty Monsters – Day 15/31
OctPoWriMo
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13 Saturday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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Beyond the city, in the blackest night
Lives the grim reaper, sickle in hand
Keeper of the corpses, rumors say
Bones line gardens, over which he stands
One by one, they’re brought to his castle
Taken too soon, by the latest plague
Piled on each other, no room for more
Why he enjoys this, is clearly quite vague
Count on him, by the light of the moon
You needn’t make an appointment
It’s first come, first served, anytime of day
Just remember, he’ll leave you disjointed
October Writing Prompt – Keeper of the corpses – Day 13/31
OctPoWriMo
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