25 Sunday Nov 2018
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry
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#FOWC, #poetry, American Flag, building, dorindaduclos.com, Fandango's One Word Challenge, flood, freedom, future, Night Owl Poetry, sharing, united, visions, writing
Let no one’s dreams, drown in despair
We have the ability, to flood the world
With visions, we have built and shared
So freedom’s flag, can remain unfurled
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31 Wednesday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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#OctoberWriting, #poetry, condemning, destruction, dorindaduclos.com, Harold, haunting, Hester, Night Owl Poetry, OctPoWriMo, poems, seduction, visions, writing
Seduced by her beauty, but never knew why
Her vision would taunt him, til the day he’d die
Thousands of time, in the course of an hour
Hester would visit, in visions quite dour
She spoke to his heart, he heard every word
He thought himself mad, then thought it absurd
Harold was never much of lady’s man, not he
He never dated, nor married, nor had a family
It didn’t occur to him, why this would be
The sight of sweet Hester, had caused misery
How no one would ever match her, the magic
When Harold found Hester had gone, how tragic
Left him for another, she disappeared in the night
Leaving the poor man, alone, with his plight
Soon, she returned, to again, start her seduction
He had to deal with his heart, her destruction
He turned her away, this act, quite condemning
And so it began, the haunting of Harold Hemmings
October Writing Prompt – The Haunting of Harold Hemmings – Day 31/31 – Another month has passed us by. I loved the prompts for October. Thanks so much, ~M!! On to November!
OctPoWriMo
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04 Thursday Oct 2018
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#poetry, destiny, dorindaduclos.com, Etheree, journey, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Profound, rage, storm, understanding, visions, writing
Storm
Thunder
In my mind
Creates visions
Ones that do linger
Forcing me to escape
Into my own awareness
A place, profound, as is subtle
Yet, to truly understand your fate
One must make sense of their very own soul
This is my first attempt at an etheree poem. Info on how to write one can be found HERE. Many thanks to Helene Vaillant of Willow Poetry for creating in this form and to Colleen Chesebro for researching and adding this to her weekly poetry challenge.
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13 Monday Aug 2018
Posted in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry
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#darkpoetry, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, emotion, night, Night Owl Poetry, night terrors, nightmares, no sleep, panic attacks, poems, visions, writing
The medication is beginning to wear thin
Night terrors return, with a frantic fury
Evoking strange visions, conjuring the dark
Encapsulating me, like a jail cell, but the bars!
Claustrophobia has nothing on these feelings
Like solitary confinement, there’s no escape
I’m trapped in my own fear, flailing my arms
Still you sleep, with me screaming on the inside
And you not hearing on the outside, please wake up!
Unlock this oubliette, find the door to set me free
I call your name, no response, the silence deafens
My heart, racing, beating, as it longs to release
Scattered breaths, this taunting inside me
And when it finally does, I am spent, and you wake
Realizing, this is my life, this is how I cope with it
I panic, it attacks, with no cavalry to rescue me
No savior, only me, finally fighting my way out
The easiest way to deal with this, is to not sleep
So I don’t, and I won’t, and I can’t live like this
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10 Saturday Mar 2018
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#poetry, artist, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, life, misconstrued, Night Owl Poetry, painting, poems, visions, Wistful, writing
She dreamed, her visions, vivid, true
Lost in moments, oft misconstrued
Painting, she welcomed her own world
The images danced, as colors swirled
She knew not what she would dream next
Which always left her quite perplexed
No, it didn’t matter, she minded herself
Wistfully, they gathered dust on the shelf
Her visions, of days, now gone awry
She still continued, though not knowing why
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