Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer/ Open Link: Poem – Ottava Rima – “The Captain’s Tale” #poetry #flashfiction #dVerse 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW. Thanks to Bodhirose of #dVerse Post’s pub for hosting Open Link Night. 

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Down rocky hills on the English shoreline, 

Boat approaches with much mirth, captain’s yet drunk. 

Went for night’s sail, didn’t return on time. 

Calls to his mates, “Don’t want to end up sunk.” 

Night full of cheer, where the faeries danced fine, 

Captain bewitched drinking their wine, he fronts. 

Close to the shore, doesn’t want to hit sand bars, 

Then, he’ll visit bar, hair of dog, ale large. 

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A big glass, to tell his midnight tales had, 

The lads laugh harder each time all the more. 

Of preposterous adventures said glad, 

Magic, faery dust, few know the old lores. 

So captain begins anew, of past stands, 

Against faeries who became his friends old. 

Of the the faeries his grandmother knew, 

How with them they’ve celebrated through. 

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Mussete – “Grounded” #3LineTales #amwriting #poetry


Thank you to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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There is —

Grace in flying,

Soaring.

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There is —

A sweeping to —

Heights high.

—-

Regretting,

You’re stuck, no wings;

Grounded.
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November Notes: Day 8 – Poem – Musette – “No Worries” #amwriting #poetry #novembernotes


Today’s song prompt is the song “Perfect Strangers” by Jonas Blue.

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“Perfect Strangers” – Jonas Blue

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Credit: Zazzle

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We’re here,

Right now it’s safe,

No fear.

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No waste,

Spending our time, 

We’re great

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Does not —

Matter what is,

We’ve got —

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Us both,

Together and —

Don’t loath.

—- 

Spend time,

No hate, it’s good.

We’re fine

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You look,

I see, gaze back,

Let’s nook.

Lie next,

To me, cuddle.

Complex —

—-

What we,

Share; but simple,

We see —

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Life’s short, 

Live it breezy,

Support.

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We’re here,

It’s safe, no fear, 

Life’s clear. 

—–

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#OctPoWriM0 – Day 11 – Musette – “Puppies Play”


Day 11 Prompt: Lively

Definition from The Free Dictionary

live·ly (līv′lē) adj. live·li·er, live·li·est
1. a. Full of energy or alertness; vigorous or animated: a lively baby; lively eyes.
b. Characterized by much activity or excitement: “You would have … indulged in the rides, games and fast food on the lively boardwalks” (Sarah Milstein). See Synonyms at active.
2. a. Quick-paced: a lively tune.
b. Full of flavor or spice: a lively sauce.
c. Stimulating and invigorating: a lively breeze.
3. Rebounding readily upon impact; resilient: a lively tennis ball. adv. With energy or vigor; briskly: Step lively!

Choose one of the above definitions and write from there or free write asking yourself how lively you are or aren’t.


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Lively,

Puppies cuddle,

Nose Dive


Fur meets,

Touchable fluff,

Nose greets.


Pouncing,

Leaps and dances,

Bouncing.


Prying,

Loose from sibling,

Crying.


Whimpers,

Whose toy is it?

Limber.


Moments,

Pass chewing toy —

Donut.


Toying,

Awaits lively,

Playing.


Leaning

Together close;

Dreaming


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Poem: Musette (2,4,2) – ” Movement and Rhythm” #poem #amwriting #musette #wordhighjuly 



Today’s Musette, will have a proper Musette Rhyme Scheme. I forgot with the last one. The rhyme scheme is aba, cdc, efe, 

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Rhythm, 

Beat in our steps, 

Driven.

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Moving, 

Here than there, soft —

Soothing.

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Keeping, 

Up requires, 

Teasing.

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Such beats, 

Cause turns, whirls, tough —

Retreats.

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Time makes, 

The beat, the noise

Move, break.

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Solid,

Sound collides, and dives.

Calling.

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Dancer, 

Step, dip, move and, 

Take chance.

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Laughter, 

Steps on toes with —

Sore calves.

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Twirling, 

Movement bracing,

Swirling.

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Your heart, 

Keeps time with mine, 

It starts —

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Each time, 

You take my hand, 

And grind.

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Giggle, 

Hips and feet glide,

Wiggle.

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Long through, 

The night we dance, 

Both prove, 

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Delight, 

Moon glows, shimmies.

Invites.

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Night fades,

Brilliant sunrise,

Fun made.

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Poem: Musette (no rhyme) – “Let Me Fly”  #wordhighjuly #pagsamo #poetry #musette


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Plead not;

My wings need catch, 

The wind.

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Aloft, 

Flying, soaring, 

Need space.

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Paths flown, 

Travelled down,

Why them? 

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Don’t know;

Earnest you plead,

Knowing —

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I fly, 

Where I fly and

Find my —

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Respite.

With wings grazing, 

Treetops.

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Know for, 

Myself, wretched, 

Defeat.

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Perhaps, 

Delight, sunsets, 

Freedom.

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How do,

I inform you, 

I need —

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To fly, 

Test wings expanse.

Your words —

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Make me, 

Want it all the —

More and —

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How do, 

I tell you this —

Is life?

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We get,

Hurt and tattered.

Banged up.

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You taught, 

Me well, so trust, 

I know. 

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How far,

I leap before, 

I soar.

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And if, 

I fall, call it,

Learning.

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One has, 

To learn to know, 

Which path —

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To take, 

Dangerous or, 

Roads safe.

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Plead no —

More; I’ve miles to —

Explore.

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I’ll see, 

You soon, but now,

I fly.

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Sparrow, 

With featherd wings, 

Sky bound.

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NaPoWriMo: Poem – Musette – “I Saw Him First”


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And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that tells a story. But here’s the twist – the story should be told backwards. The first line should say what happened last, and work its way through the past until you get to the beginning. Now, the story doesn’t have to be complicated (it’s probably better if it isn’t)! Here’s a little example I just made up:

Please see NaPoWriMo for further information.


The Musette, created by Emily Romano is a poem that consists of three verses of three lines each. The first lines have two syllables; the second lines have four syllables, and the third lines have two syllables. The rhyme scheme is a/b/a for the first verse; c/d/c for the second verse, and e/f/e for the third verse. The title should reflect the poem’s content.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information on a Musette.


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Dead on —

Stairs; Rose stares off,

Glimpse gone.


Seeing,

Nothing anymore,

Freeing.


Walking,

Out of her house,

Gawking.


Neighbours,

Fighting again,

Wavers.


Inside,

Drinking hot tea,

Resides.


Cleaning —

House, Restoring,

Gleaming.


China–

Dolls glistening.

Kinda.


Alone,

No one else home,

Enthroned.


Her chair,

Sit wondering,

Not fair.


Jil took,

Has Ted and kids,

Ted’s looks.


Rose wants —

Ted; Jil stole him,

Jil flaunts.


Young Rose,

Beauty gifted,

Such Pose.


First time,

Rose saw Ted stare,

Sublime.


They kiss,

Under stairs hide,

In bliss.


Before,

Jilly saw him,

Adored.


Rosey,

Girl every guy,

Mostly —


Wanted.

Rosey saw Ted,

Sauntered.


Jilly,

Loved Ted, before

Rosey.


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