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All that Chatter – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

28 Monday Jan 2019

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I don’t know how it happened, how they locked me in this cage

They’re outside, chattering, while I’m stuck here, enraged

They’ve a warped sense of humor, I need time to figure this out

Somehow I have to open the door, I can’t just sit here and pout

Don’t worry, I won’t do that, I’m nothing like dogs, no way

I’m superiority at my very best, soon, I’ll make those birds pay

Three against one, a bit unfair, as in this cage, I ponder

All these hours, chatting away, is too much time to squander!

I have to stay alert, and wait, the timing must be right

A distraction would be helpful, I can’t stay in here, all night

Finally! They’ve stopped that noise, are they now asleep?

I’m trying to look around at them, I mustn’t make a peep

Looks like they’re dozing, sounds good, I think I will partake

Curling up in sweet silence…

Their squawking, gave me a headache!

 

January Writing Prompt – As they chatted away, he needed to find a way out – Day 28/31

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The Rising Sun – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

27 Sunday Jan 2019

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So many times she would walk by that jar

The one they kept hidden, near the trees

And though they told her never to touch it

She did exactly what wasn’t meant to be

Quickly, gathering the jar, in her hands

She ran off, beyond her home and her kin

Sitting down, for just for a mere moment

Mesmerized by the light, emanating within

Curiosity, got the better of her, poor girl

Needing to know, if the fire would grow

Opening the lid, without warning, it flew

Escaping in the forest, as fast as it could go

A look of surprise came across her face

When she realized what she had done

The light of day, suddenly began to glow

From a jar, in the forest, of the rising sun

 

January Writing Prompt – She did exactly what she was told never to do – Day 27/31

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Time to Kill – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

26 Saturday Jan 2019

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The moments ticked away,
one last hour left, before
He’d roll over, to find her lying,
next to him, no more

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Pulled out his pocket watch, checked the time, and when
He thought he had plenty of it, he fell asleep, again
Jumped straight up, panicked, brushed his hand across the bed
She was still there with him, but, he had to clear his head

Of course he could, turn back time, yes, that’s how he’d do it!

Letting out a sigh of relief, he thought he almost blew it

Quietly, he opened the watch, to expose the delicate hands
Turned them counterclockwise, and thought himself quite grand.
But then he checked the watch again, it hadn’t moved a minute!
It was then, he must have realized, there was a dead battery in it!

How did he not know this, she couldn’t leave, before he told her

But it was already too late, she was gone, he couldn’t hold her

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She had her mind set, long ago, she seized the perfect chance
To leave him, she had had enough, this was her time to dance
See, she’s the one who took the battery out, he had no idea
She knew about his little tryst, with the local floozy, Sophia

No more late night playboys, this girl needed her own thrill

Donned her best, and headed out, tonight, was her time to kill.

 

Author’s Note:  Can you see her figure in the shape of the poem? This is called Concrete poetry or Shape poetry. (Probably seen better on a PC than a phone)  😉

January Writing Prompt – Time was running out and his watch had stopped dead – Day 26/31

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Never Heard Again – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

25 Friday Jan 2019

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A voice that spoke loudly, into the night
They knew, at once, from where it came
Down the dark hallway, shined a dim light
Every evening, she was always the same

Scratching, inside the walls, could be heard
Grating, like fingernails, on the blackboard
A sound so hideously insane, and absurd
Much like the bellows, of a feudal warlord

Refusing to believe she wasn’t normal
Taunting, and teasing the hired staff
Until, eventually, the matter, now formal
Did leave her, exhausted, in the aftermath

When, at last, she had been taken away
They had a chance to find out the cause
That made that horrible sound, most days
One that had given them reason to pause

There, on the desk, piled high, one on one
Silvery discs, and a dried up fountain pen
Scratched and grooved, and quite overrun
Her insanity recorded, but, never heard again

 

January Writing Prompt – The recording was all the proof they needed – Day 25/31

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Final Elimination – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

24 Thursday Jan 2019

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Spinning and spiraling, in total control

Its course set, for certain destruction

Sights zoomed in, on the planet ahead

All were ready, for another abduction

Colorful bands, swirling round and round

Meant to mesmerize the lower beings

In yellows and reds, violets and greens

Made this vision, a sight so worth seeing

Unaware of its diabolical plans, were they

No room for both of them, in outer space

This prismatic entity, was well on its way

To, at last, eliminate, the human race

 

January Writing Prompt – The universe just wasn’t big enough for both of them – Day 24/31

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