02 Wednesday Apr 2014
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Do you think
I do not know
That you follow me
Wherever I go
I can turn around
And there you are
Hiding in the shadows
You’re not so far
You lean on my wall
To see what I say
Enough is enough
Just go away
Find someone new
To haunt and annoy
Go on, go away
Stop being coy
Leave me alone
I don’t want to play
I’m tired of this
Just be on your way
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01 Tuesday Apr 2014
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beach, dorindaduclos.com, flying, kite, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, sand, wind
Sand in her toes
Wind in her hair
She runs and releases the string
Watching
As the kite takes flight
Soaring with the breeze
She runs along the beach
Holding on tightly
Waiting for that gust
That will carry her away
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21 Friday Mar 2014
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baking, Childhood, dorindaduclos.com, family, Italian, memories, nana, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry
My mind often wanders back
to the days of my childhood
the enticing smells emanating
from the small apartment kitchen
Fresh baked goods
adorned the dining table
patiently waiting to be completed
as the sauce simmered slowly
in the pot on the stove
Cookies, made to look like bow ties
lay naked, waiting to be dressed
with white sugar, sifted
the powder falling like snow flakes
Meatballs and sausage
crusty Italian bread
all kinds of luscious bites
completed the dinner table
Memories of Nana
her warm smile, her caring hugs
her no nonsense ways
were life’s beginnings
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19 Wednesday Mar 2014
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America, dorindaduclos.com, fighting, God, life, Night Owl Poetry, nuclear, poems, poetry, Russia, wake up call, War
Ever wonder
if we’ll wake up tomorrow
To find the blue sky
a cloud of ash
nothing to see
but darkness
Ever wonder
why men must prove themselves
Their egos, getting in the way
of making it right,
of filling the world
with pride…hope
Ever wonder
what will become
Of a nation
that keeps pushing God out
of schools, of work places, of life
Ever wonder
If we’ll just wake up.
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16 Sunday Mar 2014
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bait, catch & release, dorindaduclos.com, fish, fisherman, fishing, lure, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, poetry
He sits on the dock
rod and reel in his hands
a staff, raised above
the rippling waters of the ocean
He adorns his hook
with a colorful lure
casting his line into the serene
bobbing and baiting, with a splash
he awaits that first tug
They pull against each other
until the mark gives up
and the struggle ends,
as he revels in his catch
Looking into the eyes of his conquest,
he unhooks the bribe, smiles
and gently lowers the fish back into the briny deep
and the fisherman watches as
the calm returns once again
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