16 Thursday Jan 2020
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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#poetry, #RonovanWrites, Australia, bush fires, dorindaduclos.com, fire, haiku, nature, Night Owl Poetry, smoulder, subdued, wildlife, word prompt
Fire does smoulder
While life battles against it
Til it is subdued
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #288 Smoulder & Subdued
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07 Thursday Nov 2019
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#NovemberWriting, #poetry, abuse, beauty, domestic abuse, domestic violence, dorindaduclos.com, Monsters, Night Owl Poetry, poems, prompts, verbal abuse, word prompt, writing
Talk to me, I can ease your pain
I promise, he won’t hurt you again
No more hands, will strike you down
This cruelty ends, when hope abounds
Protect your heart, from this agony
And finally breathe, let your spirit free
To live your life, unafraid of the dark
Where brutality can no longer leave a mark
Find the place, to let your soul arrive
Somewhere, anywhere, you will survive!
He cannot hurt what he doesn’t own
You, one so beautiful, must not condone
Who you are, praise, what you become
Rid yourself of that which leaves you numb
It’s in you, seek out your true happiness
Forget about him, and all his crappiness
Remember these words, no more need for dread
Never again, shall you fear, where monsters tread
***On average, nearly 20 people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner in the United States. During one year, this equates to more than 10 million women and men.*** (National Coalition Against Domestic Violence)
November Writing Prompts – Where monsters tread
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03 Sunday Nov 2019
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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She breathed in, floral scented air,
Walked in silence, never shared;
Born of beauty, elegance, grace,
Branded by flaws, upon her face.
Chastised, by all the wrong doers,
She, simply, could not maneuver;
Around the evil words they spilled,
Heartache pierced her, left her chilled.
Whispered voices, in the night,
Horrid rumors, became her plight;
Hidden behind doors, she grew old, alone,
Cast away, twas the first pebble, thrown.
Which grew to a boulder, to her dismay,
Beauty, no longer in this place, could stay;
She’d steal away, under the midnight sun,
Be gone, before morning broke, begun.
Never again, allowing them to misconstrue,
She left no trace, of the life she once knew.
November Writing Prompts – Born of Beauty
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02 Tuesday Jul 2019
Posted in Poetry
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#DWP, #poetry, Daily Word Prompt, dark, dorindaduclos.com, moon, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sky, Venus, Winter, word prompt, writing
A rendezvous, in the ebony night
Nothing is hidden, illuminous sight
She sparkles in his shadow, his smile, a shine
In hopes she will come to him, this beauty, sublime
He beckons to her, she draws herself near
Yet she never quite stops, sailing by, in the clear
Of winter’s dark, she’s a tease in the sky
Moon longs for Venus, but she passes him by
Authors Note: This poem and others like it can be found in my chapbook “Dark is the night“, available in paperback, and coming to Kindle soon!
Daily Word Prompt – Dark
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25 Friday Jan 2019
Posted in Afterwards Word Prompts, Poetry
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#poetry, Afterwards, beach, dorindaduclos.com, driftwood, garden, January word prompts, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, sand, sea, tides, word prompt, writing
What tales can you tell, and how far did you roam?
Tossed about, in the waves, collecting the foam
Sifted, with the sands, tis where you lay, in waste
How sad, the rest of you, must have been misplaced
Drifting on the open waters, tarnished by the sea
Do you wonder where, and why, this is your place to be?
You wait, and hope, for someone, to find you most attractive
Perhaps a coffee table piece, one that’s quite abstractive
I think I rather like the way, you look here, on the beach
I’ll tuck you underneath the rocks, and keep you out of reach
From the tides that wander in and out, with never any care
I don’t wish them to take you back, they have had their share
I changed my mind, I’ll take you, I know the perfect place
You can decorate my garden, tucked in the perfect space
Afterwards January Prompts – Driftwood – Day 25/31
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