22 Friday Oct 2021
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She blends with the mist
In the soft moonlight
Heading for the castle
In the pitch of night
30 Wednesday Sep 2020
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I asked a millions time before
My words, fell on deaf ears
I try to give the benefit of doubt
But this, has been for years
Broken promises, over again
Please don’t tell me more lies
Trying to cope with the day to day
All I want to know is, why?
Maybe I should forget all this
Perhaps it’s time I move on
But I wonder, did you notice
That all this time, I was gone
Imploding, in my very own thoughts
Since you never bother to listen
Holding back the pain and regret
My tear streaked face, aglisten
Now I’ve stopped asking, I give up
There’s no point in trying to find
Whatever is left of my barren heart
Remains secret, so surely, maligned
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15 Wednesday May 2019
Posted in May Writing, Poetry
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How long have I been perched here?
How much of my time has passed by?
The leaves on the trees have fallen
The birds make their way, in the sky
The road, by the house, hasn’t changed
It’s still dusty, when winds come through
Yet, that big old tree, somehow survives
But my thoughts, have now faded, of you
How silly of me to just wait, and wait
However could I do this every day?
Wasting away, the hours of my life
On someone, who has surely gone astray
As the sun sets in the distance
Twilight-covered clouds draw near
I won’t be sitting, upon this rock
I’ve made my decision, my dear
Should you make your way back to the country
You’ll find, I have better things to do
It did finally hit, and rather bluntly
I’ve had a long history of nearly nothing, with you
May Writing Prompts – A Long History of Nearly Nothing – Day 15/31
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27 Wednesday Feb 2019
Posted in Poetry, What Do You See?
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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”. You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you. More info can be found in the link below.
I have traveled far
Ice beneath my feet
The full moon
My guiding star
Shining ever sweet
My staff aglow
As I step closer
To this place
Where
Inside my heart
I hold an empty space
The castle lights are bright
Each a single flame
Perhaps, lit
For my approach
From whence I came
I’ve still, a father path
To follow, to the door
Where I can embrace
My loved one
Forevermore
The snowy plains
And mounts
Have been good to me
Allowing this
Half-hearted body
To take me, safely
One final length
To my journey
Soon I will be there
To seal the hole
Long ago left
By my departed lady fair
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26 Saturday Jan 2019
Posted in January Writing, Poetry
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, concrete poetry, dorindaduclos.com, infidelity, kill, lost love, Night Owl Poetry, shape poetry, time, time to kill, watch, writing, writing prompt
The moments ticked away,
one last hour left, before
He’d roll over, to find her lying,
next to him, no more
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Pulled out his pocket watch, checked the time, and when
He thought he had plenty of it, he fell asleep, again
Jumped straight up, panicked, brushed his hand across the bed
She was still there with him, but, he had to clear his head
Of course he could, turn back time, yes, that’s how he’d do it!
Letting out a sigh of relief, he thought he almost blew it
Quietly, he opened the watch, to expose the delicate hands
Turned them counterclockwise, and thought himself quite grand.
But then he checked the watch again, it hadn’t moved a minute!
It was then, he must have realized, there was a dead battery in it!
How did he not know this, she couldn’t leave, before he told her
But it was already too late, she was gone, he couldn’t hold her
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She had her mind set, long ago, she seized the perfect chance
To leave him, she had had enough, this was her time to dance
See, she’s the one who took the battery out, he had no idea
She knew about his little tryst, with the local floozy, Sophia
No more late night playboys, this girl needed her own thrill
Donned her best, and headed out, tonight, was her time to kill.
Author’s Note: Can you see her figure in the shape of the poem? This is called Concrete poetry or Shape poetry. (Probably seen better on a PC than a phone) 😉
January Writing Prompt – Time was running out and his watch had stopped dead – Day 26/31
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