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Raspberry Strokes – #poetry – #MarchWriting

12 Tuesday Mar 2019

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Imagine yourself swimming, in a bowl full of jello

You start to feel soothed, and somewhat mellow

You move your arms, doing the crawl as you go

Kicking and splashing, you move, to and fro

You’re trying to swim, but things get a bit sticky

Thus, finding out quickly, this is getting too tricky

You’re starting to slip, so you grab for the door

Oops! There goes the jello, rolling onto the floor!

Before it gets away from you, and you lose control

You try adding some fresh raspberries to the bowl

But they do not help, they’re just taking up room

And you realize the fruit, you’ll have to exhume

No worries, after all, they are still quite edible

And even jello without fruit, still tastes incredible

So try this next time, you crave this jiggly treat

Dip a spoon in, instead, and forget about your feet

 

March Writing Prompts – Swimming through raspberry jello – Day 12/31

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Fact or Fiction – #poetry – #MarchWriting

11 Monday Mar 2019

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Deep within the mountains
On a planet, away, but not far
There lives a different people
Who watch the yonder star

And pray it hears them calling
So they may leave this place
To find themselves a better world
Much warmer, than outer space

Here, they live in drifts of snow
Piled high and out of reach
No chance for them, to escape
These walls they cannot breach

Still they can’t help but wonder
As each day, the light grows dim
How they might venture out
But things look mighty grim

No one hears them, as they shout
Most refuse to believe it’s not fiction
And so they remain, forlorn, forgotten
Humans, once, an Earthly depiction

 

March Writing Prompts – Fact or Fiction – Day 11/31

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Bristly the Porcupine – #poetry – #MarchWriting

10 Sunday Mar 2019

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These aren’t the kind of needles
You might use to sew a shirt
In fact, if you prick your finger
You can bet it’s going to hurt

Now, you’d think it’s kind of silly
To walk around with those spikes
But this fella knows exactly why
Don’t bother him or he’ll strike!

And that won’t feel so pleasant
No, it’s worse than a bee sting
Next time you see a porcupine
Just let poor Bristly, do his thing

 

March Writing Prompts – Bristly but sensible – Day 10/31

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Pandemonium – #poetry – #MarchWriting

09 Saturday Mar 2019

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She found serenity, when she took the stage

With each graceful move, she would disengage

Lost to the dance, alone, no one else included

Caught up in the music, her world, so secluded

From all that had happened, and all that will

With a simple pirouette, and such elegant skill

She glided across the floor, a Prima Ballerina

Reminded them all, of the goddess, Athena

The eyes of those, who watched, and stared

Knew her beauty, could never be compared

They fell for her, she never paid them any mind

She created pandemonium, of a different kind

 

March Writing Prompts – Pandemonium of a new kind – Day 9/31

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The Boy without a Name – #poetry – #MarchWriting

08 Friday Mar 2019

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He disappeared many years ago
Not knowing how long he was gone
Hoped he could discover who he was
Just a name, maybe Peter, Harry or Don

Something happened, back in his town
Though he dare not speak of it now
Surely they’d think him a liar
After all, what did he know, anyhow?

Wandered alone, left to his senses
He tried to find a place
Somewhere, anywhere, the people
Would recognize his face

Seemed it didn’t matter who he was
No one paid him attention
He was afraid to ask the town folk
They exuded too much tension

Each time he got close to any of them
They’d back away in fright
All he wanted was to find out
Exactly what happened that night

Each time he got closer
It was always the same
And so he continued to wander
The boy, without a name

Whispered stories told today
Of how poor Jimmy was taken
Still send shivers down their spines
This child, who had been forsaken

Left in the hands of the devil
Those who simply felt no shame
A child became their human sacrifice
Known only as the boy without a name

 

Author’s Note:  In 2018, over 400,000 children were reported as missing or kidnapped.  The latest statistics available (that I could find) in 2011, reported half of all stereotypical kidnappings were sexually motivated crimes.  I pray these children are found safely, and not badly damaged by the evil that stalked them.
(Info came from The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children & the National Criminal Justice Reference Service)

March Writing Prompts – The boy without a name – Day 8/31

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