Armed men and
Legends at
Ancient Spanish
Mission defeated
Oppression
Alamo
Pie Surprise
there was an old man who baked pies
though he wasn’t especially wise
he put one to cool
on his wife’s kitchen stool
now she walks round with berry stained thighs
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Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Promt – pies
refresh
drooping vegetables
watering can rain clouds tip
refresh the garden
Wanderlust
santa riding a surf board
beach volley ball played on new years day
flightless birds and
animals with pockets
gold mines and cattle ranches
a giant rock – uluru
skies coated with stars
deserts and oceans
desolate and civilized
I’ve seen it all – on a screen
and someday I may touch, smell, taste it too
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Ten
Ten
Ten digits
They loll on the end
of my work-worn hands
Sometimes they seem to
prance in the air when
I’m excited
Pointed in wrathful fury
they intimidate no one
They remind me of
important to-dos with
sticky notes posted on
the fridge
They dig deep in the
black earth to provide
me with beans and beets
and squash and do battle
with slugs and beetles
They shade my eyes from
the shattering sunlight
Just for fun they deal cards-
seven each- in a hotly
contested game of UNO
And as the day turns to night
they curl up under my
pillow as I drift of to sleep
Ten
Ten poking digits
My fingers
Portable Petunias
I planted a garden
filled with white
petunias
Their beauty was
a balm to a troubled
soul
When I left that garden
my heart ached so now
I take them with me
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Tribute
Who piled these stones
one upon the other with
such precision to
honor a king
Un-named men worked
their lives away to
feed the hubris of a Pharaoh
Did families mourn their
deaths – perishing under
unrelenting rays of the sun
Is this pyramid more a
tribute to detremined workers
than the diety
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Chasing the Day
Chasing the crepsular rays
of the dying day
Hoping to make time
stand still – to arrest
the advent of the night
Running from the grip
of that Cimmerian shade
As daylight sings its swan-
song she mourns the things
that could have been
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At the Falls
where else will you see tourists
in matching raincoats lining up
to peek behind a waterfall
where else will you see photographs
of daredevils in barrels
where else will you see rainbows with no rain
where else will you see people in love
holding hands shiny new rings on their fingers
where else will you see the unleashed power of a river
that carves a horseshoe out of rock
Allergic to “e”
I walk slowly down a dirt path into dark woods, following a sound unknown to mankind. As I inch my way toward what I think is an animal, this sound transforms into song. Curious but still afraid I inch my way forward. Hiding abaft a giant oak, I stand still waiting for calming thoughts. Looking around, anticipating horror, I find no villain but a troop of giggly girl scouts.
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thought I’d give this challenge a try
Write a whole paragraph without any word containingthe letter “e”.
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