27 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, apparition, bee, dorindaduclos.com, dream, fantasy, fire, flame, Friday Fantasy, Night Owl Poetry, poems, spirit, writing
Come to me, my sweet apparition
My dream has now come to fruition
Your flame, solely, belongs to me
A spirit, a guardian, I welcome thee
Rising up from the fire, we become
One with the flame, and easily succumb
Together, we embrace the true beauty
Of the fire, the spirit, and the mighty bee
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16 Monday Apr 2018
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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#freeverse, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, float, journey, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shadows, silence, spirit, writing
She floated
from room to room
Her elegant figure
traced on the walls
from the light
of a street lamp
that shone through
an undraped window
She was like the wind
subtle, unseen
a presence
felt only by
the brush of a breeze
I watched in silence
afraid to disturb
this spirits journey
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30 Tuesday Jan 2018
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#poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, eerie, evil, Grayson Place, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shadows, spirit, village, writing
The House on Grayson Place ~ The Disappearance
Hidden under her veil of black
Coat slung over her shoulder
No one sees her, as she moves about
Her clothes, from days, much older
She holds a scroll, in both her hands
Or is it something else she clasps
She watches, as others drift on by
Still, no one stops and asks
Ms. Grayson, hides in the shadows
Where she will never leave a trace
Laughs, at all the village folk
An evil sneer, still, upon her face
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26 Friday Jan 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, aura, beauty, dorindaduclos.com, emerald, fairy, fantasy, fey, Friday Fantasy, Night Owl Poetry, poems, queen, red head, spirit, throne, writing
Emerald green, a color, so splendid
Red headed beauty, she sits there alone
Surrounded by a lily, reflecting her aura
Day after day, she stays by her throne
The queen of the fey, jewels on her neck
Barely clothed, she is a spirit, so free
Casting her joy, on those who go by
Night after night, this is where she shall be
Should you ever make it past her way
Yet, do not see her by her chair
Smile and bow your head to her
She always knows you are there
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30 Thursday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#NovemberWriting, #poetry, #writingprompt, bedknobs, broomsticks, dorindaduclos.com, ghost, haunting, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shadow, spirit, writing
She comes calling in the middle of night
A ghostly figure, the witch of the light
She appears in the state room, there, alone
All that is heard is the sound of her moan
She’s no spirit of comfort, oh no, not she
Only there for herself, a lost memory
Long forgotten, the time passes by
Still she remains, though no one knows why
Perhaps she is looking for one who is true
Perhaps she is looking, for someone like you
Beware if you see her, run if you can
She’s sure to grab you, or any old man
Hear the sound of her broom, swept on the floor?
Now is the time, to run for the door
Haunting the home, she kept long ago
All she has left, is her eerie shadow
One that will hide, in bedknobs, with delight
Patiently waiting, to whet her appetite
Writing Prompt – Bedknobs and Broomsticks – Day 30/30
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