22 Saturday Sep 2018
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Ripples carry a shimmering light
Usher in the beauty of the night
As sun sets on the ocean, vast
The wind, blows softly, ever fast
And sparkles on the waters, sing
As silver lights, in silence, ring
September Writing Prompt – The sounds of silver lights – Day 22/30
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21 Friday Sep 2018
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His thoughts
Linger quietly
In the stillness of night
He can no longer feel her
She has left him, in spite
Of his pleads to her heart
Til the end of his days
Vowing always to love her
Then, the pain starts to weigh
Heavily, the aching, in his chest
This wasn’t what he had planned
Realizing now, the absence of her
Is really more than he can stand
September Writing Prompt – The absence of her – Day 21/30
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20 Thursday Sep 2018
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Stop! Right there, it’s a big mistake!
We are definitely not dinner for you
Go find another to make you a steak
Better yet, go eat a vegetable, or two
We’re a happy couple, the bull and I
We like laying around in the grass
But humans, in the blink of an eye
Don’t care about being so crass
Seriously, folks, go try something new
Wake up your taste buds, delight them!
Perhaps some kale or broccoli will do
Go on, go ahead, and just bite them!
Forget about meat, no burgers, no veal
Peppered steak, is not on the menu
Veggies will do, for your very next meal
A baked potato, a salad, and tofu
C’mon, can’t you see how cute we are
Just laying here, together, we plead
We’re too young, to write our memoir
Leave us be, or we’ll surely stampede!
September Writing Prompt – Peppered steak – Day 20/30
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19 Wednesday Sep 2018
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In the tall green grass of the meadow
In a dimension much like our own
Lives an elf with his misses and family
In a small, dotted mushroom home
Bright red roofs are clustered
A shelter for the little folk inside
Free to be what they want to be
No need to run away and hide
So if you’re walking about in the country
And you spot a mushroom or two
Remember to leave well enough alone
Or elfin magic will come after you!
September Writing Prompt – Dotted dimensions – Day 19/30
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18 Tuesday Sep 2018
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All the folks called him Alligator Alley
Never questioned just how he did tally
His score on the course, so uncanny
For a gator, whose grip was so clammy
Golfers stood around him, and stared
To question his form, no one dared
Still, his ball would set off any Geiger
But this reptile could never be Tiger
Every day, he would practice his swing
Until one day, he gave up on this thing
Claiming golf was meant only for man
But he’d always remain a true fan!
September Writing Prompt – Alligator Alley – Day 18/30
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