21 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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#poetry, change, disobedience, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, man, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, rebel, sentiment, writing
Disobedience
Man’s sentiment toward Earth
Will hopefully change
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #215 Rebel&Change
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21 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted in August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AugustWriting, #poetry, alibis, dorindaduclos.com, easy street, family, memoir, mob boss, money, murder, Night Owl Poetry, poems, secret, writing, writing prompt
So many people would visit
Men, dressed in suits and ties
Daddy would always be there
I learned later, they were alibis
Plenty of money to go around
We had everything under the sun
A beautiful home, cars to match
Daddy would never be outdone
Mama never questioned why
His meetings, were behind a closed door
I’m not really sure she understood
What it meant, to be in a mob war
Both of us were oblivious to it
Daddy never let on, not at all
But eventually, we found out the secret
It was the beginning of our downfall
Mama wound up in the psych ward
She remained there until she died
I wound up in psychotherapy
It seemed like a good place to hide
They found my body, on Christmas Eve
I no longer needed to be discreet
Still, no one knows who murdered me
So much for a life, lived on easy street
Author’s Note: This poem is loosely based on a memoir written by Susan Berman, about her father, titled “Easy Street: The True Story of a Mob Family”. In what remains an unsolved crime, Berman was murdered in her home and her body discovered on Christmas Eve day 2000.
August Writing Prompt – Easy street – Day 21/31
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20 Monday Aug 2018
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#poetry, balloon, Bliss, dorindaduclos.com, escape, hot air balloon, moon, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, outer space, poems, rainbow, seas, writing
I want to sail across the seas
A journey I’ve waited to take
In a hot air balloon, by the light of the moon
To a world that isn’t so fake
Up, into the darkened skies
Adrift, over oceans of blue
Its waters widespread, Oh! The stars overhead
Would you like to go with me, too?
We can follow the bands of color
Floating gently, with the ripples below
A rainbow of bliss, how I’ve imagined this!
Let’s see how far we can go
We won’t look back, no sir, not us
Ahead is the very best place
Yes, we’re leaving soon, next stop is the moon
As we sail away, into outer space
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20 Monday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry, WritePhoto
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#poetry, altar, ancient, circle, dorindaduclos.com, love, melodies, music, Night Owl Poetry, peace, spirits, stones, Sue Vincent, Wisdom, WritePhoto, writing
As I walked through the forest on this somewhat dreary, gray day, I stumbled upon six stones forming a circle. The largest stone looked more like an altar. I imagined many a chanted prayer was spoken here. You could feel the vibrations emanating from them. The surrounding area was very quiet. Not even the wind spoke in this sacred place. I walked around to each stone, hoping to find some clue as to who this circle belonged to. I touched the first stone, and every stone thereafter, until I got to the large one. I pondered, should I touch it? Would I be disturbing its spiritual meaning?
I stood, backing away, more toward the middle of the circle, and closed my eyes. Each stone sang to me, a lyric I had not heard before. Each song different from the other, I found myself lost in the bewitching melodies. Were the stones speaking to me, the ancient spirits who dwell here, letting me know I was welcome?
With an overwhelming joy, I held my hand to my heart, felt the wisdom of each stone, felt the peace of the altar, and the most powerful feeling of all, being accepted into a circle of love I had never known before.
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20 Monday Aug 2018
Posted in August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AugustWriting, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, flora, frog, lily pad, Night Owl Poetry, poems, reeds, scattered, sunlight, water, writing, writing prompt
Why bother to swim, when I can hitch a ride
Hope onto the lily pads, scattered, by the side
Bask in the warming sunlight, dry off, and relax
Then jump onto another one, and let it take me back
Float among the flora, munch on all the weeds
Happy just to be a frog, living among the reeds
August Writing Prompt – Scattered lily pads – Day 20/31
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