24 Sunday Feb 2019
Posted in Daily Word Prompt, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD
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#DailyWord, #DWP, #poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, #WOTD, aggravation, dorindaduclos.com, guess, house, land, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rock, watchful, word of the day, writing
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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22 Friday Feb 2019
Posted in Daily Word Prompt, FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Word of the Day #WOTD
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#DailyWord, #DWP, #Fandango, #FOWC, #poetry, #WOTD, commit, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, finite, land, light, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sky, someday, stars, word of the day, writing
Perhaps someday, we will hear stars sigh
It happens when day commits to the night
When the finite land turns into infinite sky
And the darkness snuggles up to the light
Word of the Day – Commit
FOWC with Fandango – Finite
Daily Word Prompt – Someday
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09 Wednesday Jan 2019
Posted in January Writing, Poetry
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, aging, dorindaduclos.com, earth, hair, heat, land, Night Owl Poetry, tree, writing, writing prompt
Not much greenery left behind
As heat takes charge, of the land
One tree stands out, from them all
She fancies herself rather grand
Always posing, in mysterious ways
She likes to show off her style
Though the gray, has started to show
What is left, still makes her smile
A gust of wind, on the open range
And her hair blows, out of control
Withered, she bends, to the breeze
As the days start to take their toll
Ever ageless, though aging fast
From the wind, she no longer recoils
Counting the moments, until, at last
She returns, once again, to the soil
January Writing Prompt – Swept away with the wind, her hair looked a mess – Day 9/31
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23 Friday Nov 2018
Posted in November Writing, Poetry
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#NovemberWriting, #poetry, bison, Dakota plains, dorindaduclos.com, freedom, hunting, land, Night Owl Poetry, plains, poems, survival, writing
I walk the lands freely, yes, this is my home
Over fields of green, through the plains, I roam
In the hills of the Dakotas, tis where I’m alive
Basking in the sunlight, just hoping to survive
See, the hunters find me an appetizing treat
And it’s only so fast I can run on these feet
So, cautiously I’ll wander, like a lonesome waif
Looking for a place, where I’ll finally be safe
November Writing Prompt – The Dakota plains – Day 23/30
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29 Tuesday May 2018
Posted in Poetry, WritePhoto
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castle, centuries, dorindaduclos.com, land, Night Owl Poetry, shelter, Sue Vincent, turrets, warriors, Winter, WritePhoto, writing
A castle stands, on a mountain high
Its turrets, reaching for the sky
Towers, decorating its building, where
The strong and valiant, fought despair
Coated in dusted powder, fine
Winter, cloaks a different time
Shrouded, by the clouds, so gray
A mighty warrior, here, did stay
To guard the lands, he knew, profound
Kept hidden, by the arbored ground
But days have passed, its empty now
Quietly standing, remembering how
Its stature, grand, for centuries, still
Shall always remain, atop this hill
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