30 Tuesday Apr 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Word of the Day #WOTD
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I tried to plan a trip, for just my family and me
Until the neighbors got wind, of all our plans
Now, everyone wants to go, what a calamity!
Not everything fit in the wagon, so we made a caravan
Word of the Day – Trip
FOWC with Fandango – Wagon
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20 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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A tragic event that brought him down
His house, left in total shambles
Disaster had struck, while he was away
He was out for his nightly amble
Clouds of smoke, darkened the skies
Ash and soot, covered his clothing
The fires had finally begun to die
All he felt was his own self-loathing
He never thought this would happen
Though he seemed not to care
This house, filled with hatred and doom
Watching as embers, sparked and flared
From the window, of his very own room
Wondering if he was meant to be
Inside, when the fires ignited
Stepping back, from the heat of the flames
How could he have been so shortsighted?
April Writing Prompt: Catastrophic calamities – Day 20/30
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19 Thursday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poems, Poetry
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It’s the trip of a lifetime, he told me
One I’d surely never forget
I should just pack a bag and be ready
We’ll be flying on his new Lear jet
You can imagine how excited I was
To think, he asked me to fly with him
Although I knew, not where to
I went anyway, all on a whim
We flew around, for hours and hours
I had no idea where we were
In fact, I didn’t know where he was
Funny, how this didn’t occur
I fell for it, hook, line and sinker
Such a cad, he turned out to be
Now I’m jet lagged and feeling jilted
He never boarded the plane, you see
April Writing Prompt: Jet lagged and jilted – Day 19/30
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