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He hides in the shadows
Away from the light
Beneath barren trees
On a cold autumn night
Shadows of Delight – #poetry
19 Tuesday Oct 2021
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The Great Crusader – #poeticprose – #JuneWriting
06 Thursday Jun 2019
Posted in June Writing, Poetic Prose
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A mighty one, was Sir Timothy, who stood proudly, protecting his family. Guarding the gates to the palace, where, others dare not enter, if he was standing there. A one man army, no soldiers did he lead, no man could outdo him, nor his trusty steed. His honor, to stand fast, against all invaders, tis why the country dubbed him, their Great Crusader.
Rumor has it, he often returns on the eve, of the battle that took him, caused his loved ones to grieve. Though they dare not look upon him, this noble man of King Gawain, for sunken eyes and bony cheeks, are all that remain. Sir Timothy, they claim, will visit, from time to time, made known by the church bell’s melancholic chime.
June Writing Prompt – Sunken eyes and bony cheeks were all that remained – Day 6/30
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Stuck in One Place ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting
17 Monday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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He spent so many hours, in front of his computer
Never moved a single inch, he was a non-commuter
Tower underneath his desk, files shoved under, too
A monitor stuck on one screen, always the same view
No matter how he tried, he couldn’t make it work
Even the mouse wouldn’t move, maybe just a quirk?
What he saw in the reflection, gave him quite a scare
He had been there for so long, he stuck right to the chair
Only bones remained, although he was fully clad
Maybe he tried a new diet, it couldn’t be all bad
Still, the skeleton on the screen, stared right back at him
He had to come to grips, as he was looking rather grim
And yet, he refused to believe, it was his face, so he rejected
Blaming, yes, the cable guys, they must have disconnected
Again he checked the screen, hoping for an explanation
Was this all a simple glitch, or merely his imagination?
Moral of the story? Get off the computer and LIVE!!
December Writing Prompt – Was it a glitch or just his imagination? – Day 17/31
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The Cobweb Cloaked Coven – #OctoberWriting #OctPoWriMo #poetry
27 Saturday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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Where what appears, as a mere cobweb
Actually has something, well hidden
A coven of witches, hold court inside
Sorry, mundane, you’re forbidden
Only the powerful may pass the door
A simple spell will never make it
You must study with the master witch
Trust me, you’ll never be able to fake it
For these witches know the ones so true
They can feel the vibrance, profound
Stay back, if you know what’s good for you
Or in their web, you are sure to be bound
October Writing Prompt – The Cobweb Cloaked Coven – Day 27/31
OctPoWriMo
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Friday Fantasy ~ Hidden in the Pages
07 Friday Oct 2016
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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The candle flame extinguished
The hour glass now cracked
His time, at last, has run out
Words unspoken, stacked
Bound between the leather
He’d let no else reveal
Verses he once wrote to her
Feelings kept concealed
Hidden in the pages
His true love for only one
Scratched upon the parchment
Until his day was done
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