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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two, Too – The Bucket List – #poetrychallenge

23 Tuesday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, Poetry Challenge, Too!

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Bucket (List) of Verses

Rory at A Guy Called Bloke, started this fun challenge in poem form and Christine passed the challenge on to me.

Rory’s Instructions:
I will choose a topic, write four lines of Rhyming Verse then l will tag one of my readers who will in turn add four lines of Rhyming Verse to my mine and Tag one of their own readers, and then it is a case of wash rinse repeat and let’s see how far our topic goes in so far as a Rhyme?…
The Perfectly Crazy Bucket List!

 

Rory Starts us off:
So, so much to do, and with so little time,
I want to do everything, nothing to be missed,
But how do I plan it all, how do I define,
The perfectly crazy bucket list?

Paula adds:
First up is a lush tropical jungle,
Jaguars and waterfalls… all quite insane;
I do hope my parachute isn’t all bungled,
When I jump from the doorway of this airplane!

Fandango Continues:
I want to take a rocket into space,
Or maybe a submarine ride deep in the sea.
I sure hope they will save me a place,
Because that’s where I really want to be!

Cheryl Contributes:
A trip to the mountains is what l’d choose,
I’ll make sure to wear climbing shoes,
Rocks are high and edges slippery,
Wouldn’t want to fall off the perifery,

Kristian’s Contribution:
I’d like see the world, visit the sands of Abu Dhabi
take a cruise down the Golden Gate Bridge in my Maserati
head to New England and catch a game at old Fenway Park,
then board a ship to Costa Rica where I can swim with a shark.

Nova’s Addition
I’d travel to the desert in Egypt
And photograph the pyramids
Then board the Ciaro railway,
To the Chocolateria in Madrid.

Ritu’s Addition
Swimming with dolphins in the ocean deep
A worldwide cruise, though it won’t be cheap
I want to write a novel, and hope it’s a best seller
To see my book upon a shelf, wouldn’t that be stellar?

Willow’s Addition
I’d love to ride a zipwire high up in the trees
And to do so fearlessly as often as I please.
A Starfighter pilot I’d dearly love to be
I smash the evil aliens and set the good world’s free.

Dale’s Two Cents’
For the longest time I have dreamt of Tuscany
Not merely to visit, but to eat, live, and dine
Vacation in ’16, felt like my destiny
I’m ever so convinced, I will fit in just fine

Christine offers her wishes:
Gallowayshire, the ancestral home,
the trip of my dreams with enough £s to roam;
to meet with some long-losts in Wigtown for tea
to stroll through the heather; gaze out o’er the sea.

Dorinda’s Wish
To see the Northern Lights is my one true desire
I could look at them forever, and never really tire
Color painting the skies, brightens earth and sea
The Aurora Borealis, now that’s the scene for me

And I tag Susi Bocks to continue the list!

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Criss-cross Applesauce – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting – #poetry

23 Tuesday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poetry, WritePhoto

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#AprilWriting, #NaPoWriMo, #poetry, chair, child, dorindaduclos.com, jump rope, mom, Night Owl Poetry, patio, poems, WritePhoto, writing, writing prompt

Criss-cross applesauce

I hit the chair and watched it toss

Across the patio it flew

I wasn’t quite sure what to do

I wonder if my mom did hear

But, I don’t see her coming near

Maybe this time she won’t know

If the chair is upright, should she show

Okay, it’s good, all fixed, but gee

I guess no more jump rope, here, for me

 

April Writing Prompts – Criss-cross applesauce – Day 23/30

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A Terrible Sight ~ #poetry #FOWC #RDP #DWP

22 Monday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Daily Word Prompt, FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt

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#DWP, #FOWC, #poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, association, Daily Word Prompt, dorindaduclos.com, Fandango's One Word Challenge, foray, meeting, Night Owl Poetry, poems, terse, worse, writing


The association had a meeting one night

But the members were much too terse

They started a foray, twas a terrible sight

Which only managed to make things worse

 

FOWC with Fandango – Terse
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Foray
Daily Word Prompt – Association

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My Curiosity ~ #poetry

22 Monday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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#poetry, boat, dorindaduclos.com, man, Night Owl Poetry, poems, river, stalking, stranger, sunset, wind, writing


I watch him row, against fiery light
Just a silhouette, of a man, in a boat
Moving his paddles, left and right
On the calm river waters, he floats

I wonder, has he a care in the world
Or is he trying to escape, from the past
The fronds about him blow, unfurled
Still, he remains this silent outcast

Each night, it’s the very same thing
He rows by, while the sun starts to set
Sometimes, I think I hear him sing
But most likely, it’s the wind’s quartet

Rustling through the broken air
Creating just enough sound to be heard
Unlike the man in the boat, unaware
My curiosity of him, he has stirred

 

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Ooey Gooey – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting – #poetry

22 Monday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poetry, WritePhoto

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#AprilWriting, #NaPoWriMo, #poetry, boots, gum, gumballs, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shoes, sticky, WritePhoto, writing, writing prompt

Underneath my nice new boots
Well baked, in the Texas sun
A wad of gooey gobs of gook
Otherwise known as bubblegum

Some kid must have tossed it
Out the window of Dad’s truck
And just like that I stepped in it
And yelled, “What the heck?”

(OK so, that line didn’t rhyme
But this poem is rated PG
I’ll catch ya at another time
Off guard, cause that’s who I be)

I tried to walk across the street
But my boot just kept on stickin’
I hope I never find the kid
Cause I’d sure give him a lickin’

When I finally made it, to the other side
I looked around, for a stick on the curb
Scrapping the gum off the bottom
I had a face that looked quite disturbed

Excuse, mister, said a cute little girl
But I think you’ve stepped on my gum
I’m sorry if I messed them up on you
To her charms my heart did succumb

I told her it was quite alright
The gum wouldn’t stick forever
Took myself down to the local store
Chalked it up to another endeavor

I’m more careful these days
About where I put my foot down
I promised myself I’d pay attention
I sure don’t want to have sticky feet
So I’ve been practicing gum prevention

 

April Writing Prompts – Goopy gobs of gumballs – Day 22/30

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