Hour 8 – Journey I would walk to the end of the world with you I don’t know where it starts or where it ends. Any time of day or night, I’d be ready even if we got stuck along the way all…
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Life does not owe you anything (hour 8)
life does not owe you anything, even if you think so, love does not owe you anything, even if someone loves you too, happiness is not necessary, neither is sadness, the way you live is dependent on none but you, if you get luck…
Marauding Macabre ( Hour 9)
The song rings out, a sweet melody of violence laced with the unforgiving butchery. Steel whistling throughout out the rank ally way air, shots matching the butchery. Her strike pure, my sight obscured, as crimson smog clouds the atmosphere. For I, the audience of…
Prompt Eight – The Introvert
Hour Eight – Gigans must be 16 lines in length with seven stanzas (each stanza is separated by a line break). It goes couplet (two lines), tercet (three lines), couplet, couplet, couplet, tercet, couplet. The first line is also the eleventh line, line six is…
Hour 8 ( Cooking Skills)
Cooking seafood is a treat Making Lobster sweet Dropping sauce Sipping tequila in a kitchen discrete. copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence
Poetry Marathon Hour 8:
For this one, a friend of mine specifically requested a poem about ramen – so here we go, but since I just wrote a recipe poem for 7 – I’ll have to do something different for 8. Poem 8: An ode to Ramen: This…
A Precious Mother-Daughter Moment
file:///C:/Users/Owner/Downloads/storytelling%20pic_files/23843396_1116965558406503_8867288065344593881_n(1).jpg Storytelling, captures her attention. She loved hearing about a fellow taking a wonderful three country vacation and seeing an old telephone and a sign in three languages in a corner of each church in each country: “Call Heaven, five minutes, and (the cost)”…
Poetry Marathon Hour 7:
Okay, it only took like forever, but I think I’ve hit my stride! How great is that? Alrighty, so hour 7 “my foolproof recipe for mending a broken heart” From the teal blue Burn after Reading prompt journal. Which is great because I was super…
Hour 7 – Pinky Promise!
Hour 7 – Pinky Promise! People say pinky promises are childish I say does the inner child ever leave? Nothing is ever worth breaking it Know I’m a man of my word You have my word Pictured as evidence Rosie sends hers too…
Hour 7 (Bleak)
The lights are swirling Round and round inside my head The thoughts and darkness Up my once retired head Sorting through the garbage All the rubbish left behind better poetry writing Is the best thing for me Today I’ve been feeling sightly unlike myself Some…