Poetry Friday 07/04

The 3 nouns are success, glasses, attic.

Do you want to play chess?
It is a pathway to success.
Glasses on, up to the attic.
The game begins with a click.
Take a breath. Don’t stress.

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Poetry Friday 24/03

Three nouns: bravery, castle, coffin.

Castle stands: broken and alone.
Dungeons filled with coffins, they say.
No one left to sit on the throne.
Come take my hand, let’s make our way.

Scramble. Moss in the fingernails.
Brambles tug and grab at pants legs
Breathe deeply. Ivy hangs in veils.
How did they die? Was it the plagues?

Silence. Only the wind howls here.
Clutching hands in cold sweaty palms.
Ssh! I know the stairway is near.
Let’s go, please! What if there are bombs?

That is silly, you stay, I’ll go.
Don’t leave me! Basement is down there.
I will go first, taking it slow.
Down, down, down we go. Do you dare?

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3 nouns: truth, earth, sheep

What is the truth about sheep?
Got nothing to do with sleep
unless the poem bores you.
One, two, three, four.. continue.

The story books are liars
or they’ve made some errors.
Sheep are not clouds of white fluff
they actually are rough

scruffy, smelly and stubborn
they never do a u-turn
no matter how big your stick
is. They charge in a panic.

You think a fence will stop them?
They love to create mayhem.
One will get stuck in the barbs.
Stroll amongst the fresh rhubarbs

let someone else rescue it
because it will be a twit.
Another will take the fence,
no thought for the expense!

Your dreams will be filled with roasts
no more mending broken posts
a dash of rosemary sauce
You will show them who’s boss!

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Writing prompt poetry

patter of the rain
sparkle of the light
there goes an airplane
far along its flight.

cracking of a stick
flutter of wings
fox plays his trick
but a bird sings.

rabbit bolts away
with a full belly
tail flicks in dismay
that costs him dearly.

lies down in the shade
waiting is the game
eyes watching the glade
this time he will maim

that fluffy white butt.
twitching of his nose
rumbling in his gut
springs, snaps and swallows.

that’s the end of that
fox licking his lips
rain goes rat-a-tat
splashing as it drips.

Writing prompt consists of three nouns: patience, fox, forest.

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