06 Tuesday Aug 2019
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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Apples, sweetly plump
Give way to an autumn feast
With luscious cider
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #265 Plump & Luscious
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27 Thursday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, corpulent, diet, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, obese, overweight, photo, plump, poems, rump, writing
All these holiday goodies, can make a body plump
A nibble here, a sneak of sweets, finds its way to our rump
We’ve become corpulent, just because we had to try it
Until January second, tis when we all begin that diet!
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Corpulent
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03 Monday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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Plump and provocative, feathers in their hair
These ladies showed their curves, anytime, anywhere
Didn’t care what others thought, or what they had to say
They enjoyed the attention, on any given day
Liked to show off for the gents, who waited by the door
Pleased them all, but seemed, they always wanted more
Not to worry, dear boys, there was plenty to go around
These ladies were quite worth it…
Ounce for ounce, and pound for pound
September Writing Prompt – Plump and provocative – Day 3/30
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13 Tuesday Mar 2018
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday
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#MarchWriting, #poetry, affair, dorindaduclos.com, lips, lovers, man, Night Owl Poetry, plump, poems, pout, woman, writing, writing prompt
Lips that pouted, soft and plump
How he longed to hungrily kiss her
Watching quietly, as she lie asleep
He knew in his heart, he would miss her
No chance for him to stay the night
He needed to leave while he could
She always knew he would return
Some things are just understood
One last glance, as he left the room
How he wanted so much to wake her
His heart always caused him such grief
Next time, he promised, he’d take her
March Writing Prompt: Pouty and Plump – Day 13/31
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