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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Friday Fantasy ~ Demonic Delight – #poetry #Halloween

27 Friday Oct 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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Amidst the fog and full moon light

A house glows red with demonic delight

Terror reigns from deep within

Fills the air with a piercing din

Spirits roam the darkened grounds

Shrilling, shrieking, sounds abound

Horror shakes the shrouded land

That hides this fortress, once so grand

Haunting, against the black of night

Demons feast on earthly fright

 

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Share Love ~ #DailyHaikuChallenge #RonovanWrites #poetry

26 Thursday Oct 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge, Ronovan writes

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It is never wrong

When the heart touches others

To share love with all

 

Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 360/365
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #172 Wrong&Touch

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#TBT ~ Undefined – #poetry

26 Thursday Oct 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT

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I will not be defined
By the color of my skin
The style of my clothes
Or what shape I am in

My size does not make me
Any different from you
Look in the mirror
It’s all point of view

Society has
No claim over me
Trying to validate
What I refuse to be

But I know better
Than any of they
I know my heart
And with that, I’m okay

 

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The Joys of Spam ~ Amusing Comments

26 Thursday Oct 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in creative writing, My Thoughts

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Ah, Spam, don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it (sorry, Shakespeare).

No, I’m not talking about that disgusting canned stuff that campers (like my husband) keep in case of an emergency (no emergency could get me to eat that). I’m speaking of the delightful fun of checking our spam comments. You see, the need to do so arises because some of our followers wind up in there (tsk tsk Akismet). We can only hope they realize we are not ignoring them. So without further ado….

Apparently I have a great deal of knowledge pertaining to dreaming. This from someone who seldom sleeps, if dreams. I’m amused. I also use green seaweed in my salad. That could attribute to the fresh content, but no, appears I don’t have that either. Maybe purchasing generic Cialis or Viagra would perk up my blog. That should get a rise out of it, don’t ya think? And who knew? I totally missed the donation button option because so many people claim they would definitely donate to my blog. To think, I could be a millionaire without writing a word! And last but certainly not least, if I ever give up writing (not a chance) I can always become a porn star. 😉

And so ends this entry on the most ludicrous things you can find when sifting through spam. Hope this gave you a giggle as I certainly had a good time, especially wondering what these people do in real life!!

To all of you, thank you so very much for your wonderful comments.  I love them all, and you, too!!  ❤

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Tangled Webs ~ #OctoberWriting #poetry

26 Thursday Oct 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in October Writing, Poems, Poetry

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Purest white to fool her prey

A woven web of tangles

No matter where you try to stray

She’ll catch you, from all angles

A spider’s charm has consequences

With tricks, all quite alluring

Wraps herself round all your senses

To smother, is her securing

She’ll gather you up in a single thread

Spun from her very own hand

Until you are indeed most dead

Now you’re the dinner she has planned

 

Writing Prompt: Tangled Webs – Day 26/31

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