24 Sunday Feb 2019
Posted in Daily Word Prompt, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD
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When buying a home, keep a watchful eye
On what’s hidden, by each rock formation
It’s a good guess, no matter how hard you try
You can’t remove them, without aggravation
Word of the Day – Guess
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Rock
Daily Word Prompt – Watchful
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24 Wednesday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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Setting fire to the midnight sky
She takes off, upon her broom
Halloween, the witch’s right
Tis the hour of certain doom
She leaves her black cat, safe at home
As she flies about, through the clouds
He mews his loudest, atop the dome
She repeats to him, he’s not allowed
This is her night, to release her wrath
Probably better if you stay home, too
For the broom of doom, in its aftermath
Makes you, the main course, for her stew
October Writing Prompt – The Broom of Doom – Day 24/31
OctPoWriMo
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23 Tuesday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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In this house, there is an empty room
Where a lost spirit lingers, and spies
On the only ones, who know she’s there
For they can hear her blood curdling cries
Each night, before the midnight hour
She finds herself, by the panes of glass
Pulling the drapes, aside from the wall
She lets out evil screams, en masse
The only light that shines, is far
So, no one sees her where she stands
And those below, never hear a sound
But she knows much better, firsthand
She is only meant to frighten the ones
Who dwell in this house, once hers
Determined to rid them from her abode
Every night the dreaded sound does recur
Hoping to chase them out of this place
She whispers, eerily, for this is her plight
“Get out, or I will scream forever more”
Nightmares, chase the dreams, outright
October Writing Prompt – Curdling cries – Day 23/31
OctPoWriMo
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12 Friday Oct 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, October Writing, OctPoWriMo
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No one asks, where the howls come from
The screams, the forsaken, echo, and thrum
A mysterious glow, envelops the house
No one dares near it, not even a mouse
For evil lies heavy where no man has been
The howling of spirits, releasing their sin
Cast away these beasts, ungodly, at best
Immortal creatures, no longer blessed
Demons, each Lucifer, an evil disgrace
Still fight for their right, on this Earthly space
October Writing Prompt – The House of Howls – Day 12/31
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05 Monday Mar 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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Something was missing inside this house
Sometimes noisy, it was quiet as a mouse
Perhaps they had left, gone out to play
Maybe they waited for, yet, another day
Still, the silence droned loudly in the tiny room
No one at the table, nor granny with her broom
Everything is tidy, but no one comes to see
This is where you’d always find, one big family
But times have changed, the kids all grown
Granny’s gone to a different home
The house lays still, collecting dust
The fireplace andirons, have started to rust
Where once, pure laughter filled the air
There’s no one home, there’s no one there
They’ve all gone away, and found their own place
Once a house full of love, is now one empty place
The Daily Post: Typical
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