18 Thursday Apr 2019
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AprilWriting, #poetry, Children, dorindaduclos.com, Innocence, Night Owl Poetry, poems, soldiers, War, writing, writing prompt
This Cinquain might be disturbing to some, and I apologize for that. But no one can justify taking the life of a child, or any human being, under any condition…
Senseless
The ways of war
Ravaging innocence
Inexplicable brazenness
Murder
April Writing Prompts – Senseless and staggering – Day 18/30
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10 Sunday Feb 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD
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#Fandango, #FOWC, #poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, #WOTD, bitter, blood, dorindaduclos.com, military, Night Owl Poetry, pique, poems, sage, War, word of the day, writing
In a fit of pique, we took issue with their words
We needed sage advice, from those who knew
Instead we shed the blood of thousands of men
The bitter act of war, is never the last thing to do
Word of the Day – Blood
FOWC with Fandango – Pique
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Sage
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13 Friday Jul 2018
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#poetry, afterlife, angels, burdens, death, dorindaduclos.com, God, heavens, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rest, War, writing
Rest easy now, my dear friend
Let the angels be your wings
To carry you, safely home
Where the carolers do sing
Songs, to lift your heavy heart
So you know you’re not alone
Music, the heavens will impart
Hear the gentle trumpets blown
Rest easy now, my dear friend
Far away from the world at war
For God has lifted you up to Him
Your burdens are no more
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02 Saturday Jun 2018
Posted in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry
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#darkpoetry, #poetry, alcohol, dorindaduclos.com, drugs, forgotten heros, homeless, life, mental health, Night Owl Poetry, poems, PTSD, veterans, War, writing
Life offers no comfort, to the ones who came back lost
Those whose minds, were taken, but really, at what cost
Trying to find the place, where last they knew their names
In a country that misunderstands, and never takes the blame
Locked inside, their restless souls, unable to assimilate
Homeless, lying in the street, oblivious to their fate
The drug of choice, so many, as they try to ease the pain
I pray to God, that someday, they’ll come back home, again
Smiling, gladly welcomed, by those they left behind
No longer in that empty space, that lingers, in their mind
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14 Saturday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AprilWriting, #NaPoWriMo, #poetry, #writingprompt, bombs, Children, death, dorindaduclos.com, evil, men, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Syria, War, women
Platinum rockets outshine the night
Setting on fire, this battle of wills
Radioactive, they tarnish the skies
Feeling nothing, only out for the kill
Men, women, children, die horrible deaths
Tragedy strikes, not so unexpected
War torn and ravished, faraway lands
Unable to fight back, quite unprotected
Peace needs a place, to call its home
An Earthly portal, to welcome all
Three nations together, cannot do it alone
For when evil wins, the mighty will fall
My thoughts and prayers go out to the people of Syria, and to the men and women of our armed forces, along side France and Great Britain. May God watch over them…
April Writing Prompt: Platinum Plutonium – Day 14/30
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