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Same Time, Next Year ~ #poetry of the #holidays

26 Thursday Dec 2019

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Two days of eating
Stuffed to the gills
The thought of the clean up
Is giving me chills!

Boxes unwrapped
Colored paper abounds
I’m looking for help
But there’s no one around!

Each year I swear
Next year will be diverse
But who am I kidding?
It’s just getting worse!

At some point, I give in
OK, I’ll host Christmas
Then reality hits me
I should mind my own business

Ah, but everything turns out
Exactly as I planned
As I smile at my family
Thinking, yes, life is grand

To allow us to gather
Around the table together
To reminisce, laugh
And remember forever

Making new memories
Each day that we share
At holiday time
When we are all there

Then I suddenly realize
The table’s now empty
They all seem to escape
When the dishes are plenty!

But, alas, I should know this
There’s no one to help clear
But when dessert is announced
They all, instantly, reappear!!

 

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On Humanity – #Haiku – #poetry – #RonovanWrites

26 Tuesday Nov 2019

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If we forget hope

When our world is too intense

Life becomes a mess

 

 

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #281 Mess & Intense

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A Mess ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP

03 Wednesday Apr 2019

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Human beings try to articulate their angry thoughts

When contacts are made, across this Earthly place

But still, we are not penitent, fearful, nor fraught

Even though we’ve made a mess, of our living space

 

Word of the Day – Penitent
FOWC with Fandango – Contacts
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Articulate

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Covered in Cornmeal – #poetry #SeptemberWriting

17 Monday Sep 2018

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Mama always loved her baking
Sent me to the store for her needs
I would get lost for hours on end
Hurry up, don’t dawdle, she would plead

One day, I found myself browsing
In a section I should not have been
Knocked over the display in the window
Dumped the flour on the chair, what a sin

There was no way I’d get away with the mess
I had made on the floor and the chair
Not to mention the amount of cornmeal
That wound up, getting stuck, in my hair

I cleaned up the grains of powder
Coughing and sneezing, as I went on my way
When I told mama what happened
She gave me that look of dismay

Carefully, she combed out the flour
Admonished me for doing something wrong
Never again, did she send me to shop there
Which had been my plan, all along

 

September Writing Prompt – Covered in cornmeal – Day 17/30

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Mediocrity And Milkshakes ~ #poetry #NovemberWriting

14 Tuesday Nov 2017

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More winds up on the table

Then winds up in the glass

I discovered making milkshakes

Can be a royal pain in the ass

I forget to put the top back on

Turned the blender up too high

Fruits, ice cream, oh what a mess!

Then the children start to cry

I guess I’m really not too good

At making these sweet treats

I’ll let the kiddies do their own

Lest I suffer more defeats

 

Writing Prompt – Mediocrity and Milkshakes – Day 14/30

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