Tag: #poetry

Time

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #125

“Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenging bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

Ho looked
he saw the time
he looked
he saw the face
he looked
he heard the chime
he looked
he knew the place
he looked
ha can’t be late
he looked
he began to run
he looked
he thought it’s fate
he looked
he faced the sun
he looked
he saw the clock
he saw the time
he saw the face
he heard the chime
he knew the place
he wasn’t late
he didn’t run
he knew of fate
he faced the sun
it was his time.

Full moon emotions

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The Ragtag Daily Prompt Wednesday: Erogenous

Written on 21/4/08

It always happens at this time.
These feelings rise,
emotions are set loose.
A full moon
sending rays of light through my being,
thoughts of you,
your soft sensuality.
My senses are filled
with the scent of you –
the taste of your lips
the warm fragrance of your skin.
The softness of your skin
as it tingles with my gentle touch.
The feelings of desire
that fill me
as your body presses against mine
urging for a firmer touch
as your lips seek out mine,
tongues exploring
as hands flow around
bodies yearning for more.
Fingers touching those places
which send slight gasps
from moist lips
that are seemingly locked together.
The urging as naked bodies
slide against each other,
my hardness pressing
against your soft, warm moistness
seeking to enter
to be enveloped by you
to swell and pulsate
as matching rhythms of desire and wanting
ebb and flow
as bodies, minds and souls
fly as one in a passion
that only we can understand
as a full moon
takes my senses
on a trip of my love,
of my desire for you.
My most beautiful and wonderful woman
A woman who most men can only dream of
but who can fulfill
my feelings with joy
and elation.

Sheds I have known

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The Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: The Old Shed

In my life
there are sheds
Sheds with purpose
some look old
some look new

Some poles
some nails
even wire
to tie them together
These I have built
these are
Sheds I have known

Now a shed
used to be
my house
a home
for Old Smoky
who gets me around
my place.

A shed where
the chooks
used to live
filled with memories
too many names to list

The two story shed
built with poles and wire
a home for
the tractor
the car
and sundry
odds and ends

Here is where
the tools
and machines,
the mowers
the chainsaws live,
once a Satin Bowerbird
built a bower
on the roof

I love my sheds
most have been
repurposed
tidied up
but shall always be
sheds I have known

NB The link to the Satin Bowerbird is a wildlife camera video on my YouTube Channel. The camera is set up and uses movement to record the action

Follow the arrow

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One Minute Fiction Challenge – 12 May

What’s the ”One Minute Fiction” challenge about?

Easy. Each week I’ll provide a prompt to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a minute or less. Of course, you can think about it before hitting the keyboard, and you can take all your time to edit it afterwards…

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This way
that way
the door stops here…….
on reflection

Simply paddling

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Debbie’s One Word Sunday: Simple
Kate’s Friday Fun: Paddling

We all get out
onto the water
mother, father
son and daughter.

Uncle Harry often
paddles alone
better he says
away from the phone.

A simple life
seeking some food
to paddle and look
a calming mood.

But then sometimes
along comes a brood
everyone splashes
fighting for food

It’s then a couple
may just get up and walk
silently and simply
without a squawk.

Or think about
taking to the sky
yo get right away
it’s simple to fly.

So that was a simple tale
of ducks who paddle
some who fly
others who waddle.

Sky show

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The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Glimpse

Early morning
awake
sunrise colours
the sky
Through trees
streaks
of colour
but what
a glimpse
see it
yes
our moon
being chased
across
the sky
early morning.

Outside
before bed
dark sky
bathed in
clouds
Impending rain
trees sway
a glimpse
light
clouds
hint colour
our moon
strong
sends love
before bed
outside.