19 Wednesday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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It isn’t something to find, under the tree
There is no wrapping nor bow to untie
Family, by far, is the best gift, you see
Tis the one thing that money can’t buy
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Family
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10 Monday Dec 2018
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The sun continued setting, over the vast plains
As its colors, in rippling hues, softened the sky
A lonely tree, barren, from winter’s approach
Stood watching, while a bird perched, on high
And she began to sing to me, as if on cue
A melancholy tune, a sweet song of lament
Almost like she knew what would happen next
The sun would disappear, as day was now spent
Bathed with hues, of such subtle purple haze
I could see the mountains reach up, in the light
I bowed my head, still watching the colors fade
Blessed, once again, to bear witness to the night
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Ripple
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06 Thursday Dec 2018
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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Oh my, what’s that smell? What could it be?
Something was putrescent, under the tree!
And there on the floor, with a pretty red bow
Was Granny’s fruitcake, from years long ago
FOWC with Fandango – Floor
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Putrescent
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23 Friday Nov 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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She seeks the darkness, it draws her
In the eyes of the raven, she finds
A look of the one most enchanted
Of he, who plays games with her mind
With wings as black as pitch, she lands
By the old gnarled tree, in the wood
Anxious to questions those who take stand
Do they know whether or not she should
Seek out the mysterious one she feels
Each night, as he calls to her heart
But they refuse to answer her plea
And in the rise of the dawn, they depart
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15 Thursday Nov 2018
Posted in November Writing, Poetry
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Hey down there, can you see me?
I’m waving, from way up here
Tethered, to this mechanical arm
In space, the “Final Frontier”
Surely, you cannot miss me
I’m floating around in midair
My comrades said I wouldn’t do it
So, I’m really out here, on a dare
Now comes the part that’s the hardest
Seems the shuttle was on its last trip
Can someone please come and get me?
They left me hanging in space, with no ship!
November Writing Prompt – Tethered Triumphs – Day 15/30
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