14 Sunday Oct 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Silent Sunday
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#myphotography, #nofilter, #silentsunday, beauty, dorindaduclos.com, duck, lake, mallard, nature, Night Owl Poetry, NJ lakes, Photography, Sunnybank Park
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14 Sunday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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#OctoberWriting, #poetry, anguish, death, dorindaduclos.com, ethereal, ghost, haunting, lost love, Night Owl Poetry, OctPoWriMo, poems, writing
This vision in white, ever cries for the one
Her hauntingly, hideous anguish is sung
For every October, yes, come Halloween
She arrives to create her unearthly scene
Screeching and screaming, waking the dead
Hoping she’ll find him, to release him, instead
He’s kept locked in the portal, of no escape
Left to hang, in limbo, with ethereal shape
Carrying on, she’s a spirit, a woman, possessed
Her worrisome wailings, his cause for unrest
October Writing Prompt – Worrisome wailings – Day 14/31
OctPoWriMo
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13 Saturday Oct 2018
Posted in My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, 15 years, dorindaduclos.com, Gino, In loving memory, Night Owl Poetry, poems, star, taken too soon, time passed, writing
Fifteen years, in the blink of an eye
How time has passed, and still I cry
God called you home, not on a whim
The time had come, to be with Him
And though we needed you, right here
He needed you more, that much is clear
And when I look up, to see the stars
I know one twinkle, is where you are
Shining down upon us, our guiding light
Always in our hearts, forever bright
In loving memory of my Uncle Gino (1953-2003), a man who showed me the true meaning of kindness. I miss him every day…
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13 Saturday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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#OctoberWriting, #poetry, bones, castle, death, dorindaduclos.com, grim reaper, Night Owl Poetry, OctPoWriMo, poems, sickle, writing
Beyond the city, in the blackest night
Lives the grim reaper, sickle in hand
Keeper of the corpses, rumors say
Bones line gardens, over which he stands
One by one, they’re brought to his castle
Taken too soon, by the latest plague
Piled on each other, no room for more
Why he enjoys this, is clearly quite vague
Count on him, by the light of the moon
You needn’t make an appointment
It’s first come, first served, anytime of day
Just remember, he’ll leave you disjointed
October Writing Prompt – Keeper of the corpses – Day 13/31
OctPoWriMo
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12 Friday Oct 2018
Posted in OctPoWriMo, Poetry, Tanka, WritePhoto
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#poetry, bone, dorindaduclos.com, earth, God, mortal, Night Owl Poetry, OctPoWriMo, poems, return, Sue Vincent, Tanka, WritePhoto, writing
We begin from flesh
Return to the earth as bone
Awaiting entrance
Hoping, as we, mere mortals
End, with the sheer grace of God
Join Sue, every Thursday, as she delights us with a new photo (or two)!
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