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When the Storm is Raging – #poetry – #SeptemberWriting

17 Thursday Sep 2020

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Fingers crawling, cross the sky
Grasping shadows, as they fly
Without care, they go awry

In the darkness, lights, adorning

When at last, the dawn of day
Awakens where it longs to play
It’s decided, it cannot stay

Gone quickly, before morning

Yet, to return, and start anew
Fingers twisted, turned, askew
And we know not what to do

Its evil deeds, suborning

Alas, the storm, is surely we
And we watch, but never see
What has become, of you, and me

Best to heed its warning

 

September Writing Prompt – #25 When the storm is raging

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The Storm Raged – #poetry #SeptemberWriting

28 Saturday Sep 2019

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The storm raged
thunderous explosions
like the Fourth of July
without its colors
rattled windows
dislocated, limbs fell
against the glass
or did they knock
asking me, to let them in
shelter from the battle
I don’t know, shades drawn
lights out, I could not see
seated in the darkness
only my shadow reflected
on the wall, as lightning
danced across the skies
illuminated, then black again
ice pellets, echoed,
the noise, like machine guns,
ravaging the night, a hunter
claimed his prey
then unexpected silence
the only sound heard
was the peaceful rain,
gently falling.

a truce…………

 

September Writing Prompt – Electric Sky

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Concupiscent Callings – #poetry #SeptemberWriting

30 Sunday Sep 2018

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Her thoughts, most lascivious, in every way

Lips, red as cherry wine, prominently, on display

Body, laid perfectly, on a feathered bed

While concupiscent callings filled her head

Alone in the room, she impatiently waited

No aphrodisiac could have kept her sedated

Quietly, he entered, his scent filled the room

He knew her lust for him, would be her doom

 

September Writing Prompt – Concupiscent callings – Day 30/30 – Another month is over! It went so fast!!

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A Case of the Pucchips – #poetry #SeptemberWriting

29 Saturday Sep 2018

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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

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Friday Fantasy ~ A Hint of Mint – #poetry #dragon #SeptemberWriting

28 Friday Sep 2018

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Deep in the forest, among the trees

The wings of a dragon, soar with the breeze

A hint of mint from the gardens below

Cascades through the forest’s verdant show

Its fragrance, sweet as autumn air

Making this dragon seem more aware

Of the beings, who have entered here

And make their way too dangerously near

Far beyond the ridge, there’s a hidden lair

Where you’ll find, he’ll trap you then declare

There’s no escape from your own abduction

And soon, you’ll learn, the dragon’s destruction

For no human has ever left these woods

They’ve disappeared, vanished, gone for good

 

September Writing Prompt – A hint of mint – Day 28/30

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