11 Friday Aug 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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#DailyHaikuChallenge, #Haiku365, #myphotography, #nofilter, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, journey, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, slow, turtle, writing
Do not rush through life
Take it slowly, step by step
To reach journey’s end
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 284/365
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08 Tuesday Aug 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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#poetry, carousel, destiny, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, revolve, The Daily Post, word prompt, writing
The circles of life
Like a carousel, revolve
Changing destiny
The Daily Post – Carousel
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08 Tuesday Aug 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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#DailyHaikuChallenge, #Haiku365, #poetry, age, colors, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, rock, time, writing
The colors of time
Know no boundary, ever
Etched in solid rock
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 280/365
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06 Sunday Aug 2017
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#poetry, cause, Changes, cramps, dorindaduclos.com, hormones, hot flashes, life, love, men, menopause, nature, Night Owl Poetry, night sweats, poems, problems, romance, writing
Author’s Note: I blame my muse for this one, written at 3:30AM. She has been a bit wild lately and definitely needs a good talking to.
Ever wonder the probable cause?
Why women deal with menopause?
Listen closely, yes, come near
Something every man should hear
You’re the reason, for the rage
That we go through, as we age
M.E.N., make no mistake
You give us such a belly ache
Our hormones are so out of whack
There’s even trouble in the sack
Where once the romance was so true
These hot flashes are not meant for you
Forget the gym, no need to sweat
Nighttime leaves us soaking wet
To all the guys who love us so
There’s one more thing that you should know
These changes? Yes, we must endure
For science cannot find a cure
So, expect these rants, again and again
Seems our problems all begin with MEN!
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27 Thursday Jul 2017
Posted in 100 word story, creative writing
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#creativewriting, #shortstory, 100 word story, death, dorindaduclos.com, life, Night Owl Poetry, spirits, voices, whispers, wind, writing
In the whispers of night, through the howling wind, voices from those passed, invade my world. Chattering amongst themselves, they show no regard for this eavesdropper, who stands smack in the middle of them. Perhaps they do not know I am there. Or perhaps they just don’t care. Listening carefully, I relish their presence. I do not quite understand what they are saying, but I devour every last sound. A gentle tap on my shoulder, a soft whisper in my ear, and I am taken in as one of their own. It was only then I realized, I already was.
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 