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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Florette – “My Daisies” #amwriting #flashfiction #poetry 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Mike Vore

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Daisy your coat is rough, rusted;

I’d restore your coat true, trust me. 

It used to shine an apple-red.
You’re engine won’t start; words unsaid they’re frustrating. 

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Daisy May you had your days like, 

The woman I named you for, my wife.

But she is gone now, you’ve decayed

Both of you leave me so dismayed; inside I’ve strife

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Daisy, I wonder should I send you —

To the scrap yard, or sell you? 

Should I restore you to glory? 

So those I meet know your story and my wife’s too? 

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Nostalgia overwhelms, memories —

Cloud my mind thinking too plenty —

Of back in the day of youth’s glow

When I had both Daisies, I drove through life, with them. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond: Poem – BakerStreet- “Dead End” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for this week’s Shadorma alternative a “Baker Street” themed after Sherlock Holmes and the popular show on BBC with Sherlock Holmes. 

“The rules for this alternative to a Shadorma called “A Baker Street” are: Each stanza has three lines. Line 1: 2 syllables. Line 2: 2 syllables. Line 3: 1 syllable and includes a “b” in the word. You may choose to bend the rules and substitute any consonant or vowel for the “b” – so long as you use the same consonant or vowel in each third line. There are no specific rules regarding number of stanzas, rhyme, meter, linking stanzas, not linking stanzas, etc.” 

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Spying,

Devised, 

Deed. 

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Desperate

Seeking, 

Done. 

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Guilty, 

Games are

Dead.

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Caught by

Mastermind

Damned. 

Hang man’s 

Noose will, 

End.

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Devise

Escape, 

Blend —

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In with, 

The crowd, 

Hide. 

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Soon he, 

Will find, 

Dread. 

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Running, 

Seeking, 

Find —

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Hiding

Place safe, 

Send —

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Letter, 

Rules you, 

Bend. 

—-

Law means, 

Little, 

Add–

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Awful, 

Crimes up, 

Done.

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You’re locked, 

He’s caught, 

Wind.

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You’re dead, 

Written, 

Down. 

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The End;

It’s near, 

Spend–

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Time left, 

Well; you’re —

Done

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poetry, Writing

Sonnet ” Goodbye my Friend”


Goodbye, my friend

It’s a melody

I’m playing for somebody

He only hears not a word I send

Goodbye, my soul

You ache and you bend

Part of my heart you could lend

And move me beyond this role

You could make him care again

Make me feel whole and real

Because right now too much I feel

My body feels hurt in pain

My heart it hardens, does it end

Or will I ache until your arms they bend.

My Thoughts, Poetry

That Way


English: Flower of Arctotis sp.
English: Flower of Arctotis sp. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I wished I had not acted that way

I wish today that I had had something to say

Six years ago, but I cannot right the past

On years of experience now I lay

 

I wish today you were sitting by me

That we were friends happy to be

Chemistry is strong, but the connection was weak

However, I tried I could not make you see

 

That was years ago, and you would not bend

All my sense, my feelings, the truth I could not send

You never understood, how could you know

Today I look into his eyes and see for you the end.

 

A new day, for me, – the past and present blend.