Monthly Archives: August 2019

Driven to It

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Driven to It

I often I keep my voice inside me, intimate and warm.
At other times it grows into a raving public storm.
What makes a calm soul shift her voice from inner into outer?
Most probably the other souls who come to crowd about her.

 

For dVerse Poets Quadrille prompt: Voice

Serving up Karma for Donald Trump

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Serving up Karma for Donald Trump

When it comes to authority, Karma takes the cake.
What starts out as a landslide ends up as a quake.
She is no polite lady. She dishes and she serves
what you’ve done in one life as the coming life’s hors d’ oeuvres.
So be careful of schemes you cook up, for there is no beating them.
Chances are that in the next life you may well be eating them.

 

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Prompt words today are spacious, authority, lady, karma and take.

 

Nose to Nose

 

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For Sunday Stills Macros.

Bird on a Wire: BOTD Aug 12, 2019

 

 

Version 2For Grannyshotit.

Straw Flowers

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Sun’s up, Cheer Up!

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Sun’s up, Cheer Up!

Although the moon is obstinate, They’re waking up the sun.
It’s time to fold your dreams away, to shake out the day’s fun.
When adventure’s inconspicuous, still you can try to find it.
Time is always ticking but you can’t forget to wind it.
Knit your future to your dreams and life will be your plum.
When life can be so wonderful, why spend it being glum?

 

Prompt words for today are wake, inconspicuous, knit, obstinate and up.

Palm Trunk: Sunday Trees, Aug 11, 2019

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For Sunday Trees

Doing the Dishes: Bird of the Day, Aug 11, 2019

 

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For Bird of the Day.

Plated Posy: Flower of the Day, Aug 11, 2019

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Afternoon Under Cats

 

Afternoon Under Cats.

I’m feeling lethargic, no gumption or drive.
If you saw me now, you would doubt I’m alive.
I’m flat on my back in a bit of a bind,
looking for energy that I can’t find.
So though I need coffee to wash down some Bayer’s,
my cats are on top of me, piled in layers.
Obstinate creatures, they simply won’t move.
They laze around daily  with nothing to prove.
And what must be giggles just come out as purrs.
I need me some whips and I need me some spurs
so I can herd cats from their comfy position
that they have adopted as part of their mission
to make sure that I do not deign to stir,
remaining inert under bundles of fur.

Prompts for today are gumption, layer, giggle, obstinate and find.