Friday Fantasy ~ The Hitchhikers Guide to Uranus – #MayWriting – #poetry

10 Friday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, May Writing, Poetry

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Had to warm my thumb up, get ready for the hike

Across the universe, I couldn’t take my bike

I didn’t have the money, to go by space shuttle

Besides I’d probably get lost, in between the scuttle

I needed to hitchhike, and hope I’d make it through

Or else be caught in outer space, with nothing much to do

I stood by the tower, poised and anxiously waiting

I could see my destination, this was so frustrating!

No one was coming by, all I needed was a ride

Through the door to the galaxy, far on the other side

I thought about jumping, but decided that wouldn’t do

I’d never make it off the ground, besides I liked the view

And so I stood here, pondering, I guess I’ll stay here

Look across the Milky Way, as just a mere sightseer

Perhaps, if I look closely, I may even spot Janus

Maybe then, I’ll find my way, next stop, Uranus!

May Writing Prompts – The Hitchhikers Guide to Uranus – Day 10/31

A Ladder to the Universe – #poeticprose – #whatdoyousee?

23 Saturday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetic Prose, Poetry, What Do You See?

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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”. You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you. More info can be found in the link below.

A rather odd-shaped ladder, led me to this wall; I wonder, should I step over, what will happen if I fall? The painted sign tells me “THE BEGINNING IS NEAR”; what I see from this vantage point, is beautiful and clear. But what exactly does that mean, I thought this was the end; if I was to leave this planet, I surely hope I would ascend. Yet, I can only see, ahead of me, a sky so blue; perhaps this is my destiny, though I’m not sure what to do.

I feel a wee bit lost, to this I have avowed; still, I cannot pull myself away, watching celestial clouds. Saturn captures my very heart, tis a place I long to see; will they welcome an earthling, or exile the likes of me? That nebula looks lovely, and that distant star, aglow; a few more steps is all I need, then over the top I’ll go! On second thought, it’s best I wait, until the time is right; for now I’ll leave the universe here, and bid it a grand goodnight.

Final Elimination – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

24 Thursday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetry

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Spinning and spiraling, in total control

Its course set, for certain destruction

Sights zoomed in, on the planet ahead

All were ready, for another abduction

Colorful bands, swirling round and round

Meant to mesmerize the lower beings

In yellows and reds, violets and greens

Made this vision, a sight so worth seeing

Unaware of its diabolical plans, were they

No room for both of them, in outer space

This prismatic entity, was well on its way

To, at last, eliminate, the human race

January Writing Prompt – The universe just wasn’t big enough for both of them – Day 24/31

A Case of the Pucchips – #poetry #SeptemberWriting

29 Saturday Sep 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry, September Writing

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I was flying around through the cosmos
When out of nowhere, it flew by, with a zip
It scared the living daylights out of me
Now I have the worst case of the pucchips

My innards are starting to rattle
My outsides are shaking like a leaf
It’s one close call after another
I’m getting all banged up. Good grief!

You think it’s so easy, up here in space
You think you could do this yourself
Well, let me tell you a little something
It doesn’t work by reading a book off a shelf

It takes years of hard work and some practice
And you always hope the engineers get it right
Or else you’ll be flying around here, like me
Somewhere lost, in the middle of the night

I’m sending my signals back to Earth
Hoping, soon, someone is bound to hear
I’m tired of hanging around in midair
Outer space, you no longer endear

September Writing Prompt – A case of the pucchips – Day 29/30