29 Sunday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Haiku, Poems, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, beauty, birds, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, melody, National Poetry Month, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, robin, singing, song, spring, writing
The sweet bird of spring
With such melodious joy
Sings, praising nature
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29 Sunday Apr 2018
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#shortstory, Daily Echo, dorindaduclos.com, Elusive Realities, encounters, life, Night Owl Poetry, non-fiction, series, signs from above, spirits, Sue Vincent, writing
I was honored when Sue asked me to contribute my stories to her “Elusive Realities” series. So many of us have had encounters with spirits, and most shrug it off as coincidence…but it’s not. I hope you enjoy my stories. Thank you, Sue, for allowing me to share this with your readers ❤
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It happened in the living room of an old boyfriend’s home. We were sitting on the sofa discussing odds and ends, when I mentioned that I sometimes could feel my Nana (maternal grandmother) nearby. He looked at me rather oddly, asking where she lived. I replied “Heaven”. We chatted a bit more, he not saying anything remotely close to the spiritual world, and then it happened. The scent of perfume floated by us. He asked me if it was me, as I had been fishing in my purse for something. I just smiled, and waited. Across the room, his black cat sat on the arm of a rocking chair. The rocker began moving, the cat hissed and ran from the room. Nana had made her presence known, even to a non-believer.
Another time, my daughter and I were upstairs, each in our own rooms. She was napping. On…
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29 Sunday Apr 2018
Posted in April Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AprilWriting, #poetry, #writingprompt, dorindaduclos.com, false friends, Friendship, girl, gnarly, life, Night Owl Poetry, pals, poems, writing
Two friends went out for a ride
Always hanging, by each other’s side
It was the righteous thing to do
Besides, it was nothing new
Both of them took it in stride
Narf finally met his bride to be
Sitting under a magnolia tree
Let’s go out on a date
Won’t get you home late
I promise, he said, wait and see
“Cowabunga!” Narf cried, with joy
A slap on the back, “Atta boy!”
Came from his dear friend Snarf
Who really wanted to barf
This friendship, a girl did destroy
Seems Snarf was just being screwed
By a so called pal, who was rude
Cared not for his friend
And, so this was the end
Of the adventures of two gnarly dudes
April Writing Prompt: Gnarly Narfs – Day 29/30
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28 Saturday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, conversation, daughter, dorindaduclos.com, frightened, mother, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, scary, Sounds, wind, writing
What could that sound possibly be?
Perhaps it’s a branch from the old oak tree
I don’t know, mommy, it sounds very scary
Don’t worry, honey, maybe it’s a fairy!
No, they don’t make a howling noise
Oh? Maybe it the neighbor’s unruly boys
No, no, it’s not them, they’re fast asleep
Don’t cry, my daughter, no need to weep
I’m frightened by whatever is making that sound
Why, it’s only the wind, its voice, quite profound
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28 Saturday Apr 2018
Posted in April Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AprilWriting, #poetry, #writingprompt, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, poems, promises, prompts, skeeve, skeevers, writing
I really don’t know how to start this
Dear Michelle, what on Earth have you done?
You want me to write about skeevers who suck
I think you’ve absorbed too much sun
The only skeevers I really know about
Are those who are afraid to touch
Things that others have slobbered on
Like silverware, drink straws, and such
Is this what I’m supposed to write about?
It’s kind of gross, I don’t think that I should
But I promised I’d do all the writing prompts
And this is the best I could do, hope it’s good!
April Writing Prompt: Sucking skeevers – Day 28/30
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