The pride in that tide was the reason surfers dared to hang ten on its back.
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The pride in that tide was the reason surfers dared to hang ten on its back.
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unbroken chalk waits
beneath freshly washed blackboards
children in their seats
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somewhere around the bend
is where our tomorrow lies
bend my mind around your
lies until it comes unwound
your smile will bind the pieces
unwound the clock of today
pieces fall in pools of time
today lags far behind
time on the path to somewhere
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the OctPoWri Mo challenge today is to write a loop poem where the last word in the first line is the first in the third a the last of the second is the first of rhe fourth and so on.
I certainly found it to be challenging – at least I gave it a shot.

yellow jagged leaf
drifts silently to the ground
under the maple
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the prompt this week at Haiku Horizons is “under”
in the middle of a rain storm
when the thunder and lightening clash
brightly flash
you appear, feel so near
then fade in a splash
your image smears down the pane
I’m alone again
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It’s Play it Again Toads! over in the Imaginary Garden
I chose “Imagined” by Kerry O’Connor – Paul Laurence Dunbar – 7 line stanza poem
in the Melancholia form
I planted a red rose
Rose with a prickly thorn
Thorn that drew your blood
Blood that reaped your scorn
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At B&P Shadorms & Beyond we’re challenged to write a Loop Poem

she couldnt cook
he didnt care
her smile boiled his blood
her eyes held a dare
she didn’t dust
or so it seemed
her touch gave him chills
her kiss was his dream
their laundry piled
around the room
her scent made him groan
sweet voice like perfume
his heart knew well
he shouldn’t stay
she wasn’t his fate
with his soul he’d pay
so at midnight
leaving desire
climbed out the window
escaped his vampire
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for OctPoWriMo we were asked to choose a picture from Public Domain Pictures then write a story poem.
I started out to write a story about a woman who couldnt cook, however the story took a halloweeny turn and I was powerless to stop it.
sun confetti floats around
the room settling
on every surface
are you in those motes
have you become a
speck in the universe
if I listen to the wind
will I hear you laughing
do you whisper to me
in a snowflake
is that you tapping
on my window
when it rains
I stand alone in the
night waiting to feel
your kiss in a moonbeam
you are gone and still
I search
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There once was a gal who felt beamish
Not prudish or timid or squeamish
She was feeing frabjous
As she strapped on her shoes
And went wading to catch rainbow fish
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Victoria, over at the d’Verse pub is asking for some humor (What is sillier than a limerick!?)
She challenged us to use some fun new words.
how do i shed this
cloak of gravity
assume some levity
put on a silly hat
mismatched socks
a red nose
how can i kick off these
shoes of gravity
assume some levity
float to the moon
or the top of a tree
go on a field trip with
a flock of chickadees
be my helium
lift
me
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the prompt at Poets United is “gravity”