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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Innocent Eyes – #Etheree – #poetry – #JuneWriting

11 Tuesday Jun 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Etheree, June Writing, Poetry

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Cry

Sweet child

Let them see

Innocent eyes

Not understanding

Let tears flow freely down

I will shelter you from harm

And never let you fall from grace

For their light is much too dark to shine

But, your light shines much too brightly to dim

 

Author’s Note: Nearly 700,000 children are abused in the U.S annually. An estimated 683,000 children (unique incidents) were victims of abuse and neglect in 2015, the most recent year for which there is national data. About four out of five abusers are the victims’ parents. A parent of the child victim was the perpetrator in 78.1% of substantiated cases of child maltreatment. (Info via National Children’s Alliance).  If you know of a child who is being abused, please…say something.  Calls can be anonymous!

June Writing Prompt – And to the eyes of an innocent there was nothing odd about him/her – Day 11/30

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God is So Good! ~ #poetry of #faith #truestory

24 Sunday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in My Thoughts, Poetry

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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, faith, flat tire, God, help, helping hand, kindness, life, light, love, never give up hope, Night Owl Poetry, pastor, poems, Santos, stuck, writing


It started out a quite dreary day
The weather was misbehaving
Seems poor Swifty was feeling it, too
Still, out in the rain, she’d be braving

She went a few feet, on top of the tar
But something just didn’t seem right
There was a clunk from her front end
Then on popped that dashboard light

The little thing that shows a tire
When the air inside has gone down
So much for adventures in Walmart
This made Swifty’s owners frown

Turning around for the station
Swifty kept up a steady pace
Waited for Neil to fill’er up
The station was a busy place

The light on the dashboard was steady
Yet, the gauge said the air was thirty-two
Maybe the problem was more than that
Neil and Dorinda weren’t sure what to do

Deciding to head up the highway
Swifty felt fine and was strong
The light on the dash was still glowing
Yet, Swifty was moving along

Her first stop would be Joann’s fabrics
To pick up a notion for fixing some gear
Then they’d head off to Home Depot
But something did happen, oh dear!

The wheel was sputtering and shaking
Swifty was losing some control
Stopping to see what had gone wrong
Seems the air had escaped, as a whole!

The tire was flat, as flat as could be
There was nothing to do but park
Pull out the donut from the trunk
With a few unmentionable remarks

Grab the jack and the lug wrench
If something else could go wrong, it did
Only half the jack was in its space
Poor Neil, started flipping his lid

So they dialed the kiddies, hoping for a save
But each was not able to help them
One had no car, the other was too far
Things were starting to look mighty grim

When out of nowhere, he was standing
A gentleman and his two sons
He held a jack from his own trunk
Pretty soon they had it all done

Neil tried to give him some cash
A thank you for saving the day
The gentleman replied,
“I’m a pastor, God simply has sent me this way”

He blessed us both before he left
Said he did what any man should
Next time you think He’s not watching
Look around, you’ll see, God is so Good!

 

A Note: I’m sure, by now, you’ve figured out Swifty is my husband’s car. She wound up with a flat tire, the jack was missing the main piece of the crank (we bought the car used), and this lovely man, Santos, and his family, stopped without hesitation, changed the tire, blessed us and were on their way.  God truly is watching over.  My faith has grown even stronger by this act of kindness.   I also have the mass times for his church.  You can bet I’ll be there to hear him preach! ❤

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Falling on Deaf Ears – #freeverse #poetry

11 Monday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in free verse, Poetry

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#freeverse, #poetry, arrogance, depression, dorindaduclos.com, falling on deaf ears, help, ignorance, life, lost, narcissism, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing


How do I make you hear
Better still, understand
When my words fall
On deaf ears, am I
But a hum, or drone
You have so easily
Tuned out, turned off
Or is it you who simply
Does not care to listen
Muting the sounds
Too full of yourself
To admit wrong
Ignoring the signs
You need help
Or to notice
I am right
Here

 

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Up a Tree ~ #poetry #SpeculativeWriting

04 Monday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt

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#poetry, branch, dorindaduclos.com, elephant, friends, help, mice, Myths of the Mirror, Night Owl Poetry, poems, snow, speculative fiction, spring, tree, Winter, writing, writing prompt

Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.”  Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then get to it!

I bet you thought they would frighten me

All those white mice, nestled in an old tree

But let me tell you, how they got up there

This is a scene, most think would be rare

I heard them holler, so I came, like thunder

Buried in the snow, was a house, gone under

I had to figure out a way, to help save the mice

There wasn’t much time, I couldn’t think twice

I picked up the house, and held it in my trunk

Lifted it up to the tree, dropped it down, plunk

Straightened it, carefully, in the bend of a branch

Those little mice, still, on top of their ranch

When all had settled, they thanked me a bunch

For not thinking to make them, my dinner or lunch

Making sure they’d be fine, I turned to head home

Back to the jungle, where I most like to roam

Waving, they said, they hoped we’d be friends

Nodding, I left, but this isn’t quite where it ends

Soon I returned, on the first day of spring

To set the house aground, but this time I brought string

 

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The House on Grayson Place ~ #poetry

15 Monday Jan 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, Grayson Place, help, house, maids, nasty, Night Owl Poetry, old hag, photograph, poems, staff, Stories, writing


Hurry up, she’d always say

Having all the time in the world

Speaking curtly to everyone

She watched, as they unfurled

Making sure the laundry was folded

And the beds, all properly made

Vacuuming carpets completely

Ne’er forgetting to dust the lampshade

She held them all accountable

They’d cower, at the look on her face

Making sure they were tormented

In this house on Grayson Place

Stories are still told about her

How nasty she was to her staff

Yet, no one really knew of her existence

She’s just a woman, in a photograph

 

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