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A Sprinkle of Balderdash ~ #JuneWriting #poetry

01 Friday Jun 2018

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It was senseless to think she could write

Whilst sitting there, waiting, for morning light

Perhaps the dark, would suit her much better

Not knowing which phrase, or word, or letter

Was gracing the page, such nonsense, she thought

I shouldn’t be writing, I’ll never be bought

But she let the ink fly, even though it was trash

Twas her little sprinkle of balderdash

 

June Writing – A Sprinkle of Balderdash – Day 1/30

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Nothing Makes Sense ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

03 Sunday Dec 2017

Posted by in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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Nothing ever made sense
But in his own silly defense
He’d wiggle and pose
Though nobody knows
Exactly why he was so dense

No matter what anyone said
It never got into his head
So he joined a rock band
That played in the sand
Long enough to make him some bread

He became a star on the stage
From morning til night, he’d engage
All the town folk, those women
Whose hearts were abrimmin’
Came running to him, a rampage!

He had no clue, what next he should do
So he begged, “On me please don’t tread!”

 

Writing Prompt – Vermicious Knids – Day 3/31

For those who don’t know what a Vermicious Knid is : a fictitious creature from the book “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” by Roald Dahl. used to define any undefinable creature that would do any undefinable thing. (Source: Urban Dictionary).  It also pertains to the characteristics of a worm.

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Left Behind ~ #poetry

21 Sunday May 2017

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I am stifled by the stale air

The air you exhale in my presence

Puffs of nonsense that belittle

Sighs of disgust, yours, not mine

I try, but get knocked down

Pick myself up, only to fall again

Not at your feet, but at mine

Kneeling, praying, anything

To better understand the why

Or to not understand at all

I’ve been told so many times

And still, these days pass

And nights become terror

As I find myself lost in a dream

Or perhaps, more of a fog

Unable to see what lies ahead

Grateful to be unable to see

What I left behind

 

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