Prompt #10

Damn…That night was extra ordinary,  A stunning thick blanket of stars…. The night called in a hush  A somber reverie, A settling fog that intended to stay.  Moonbeam poured a pale milky white ray  like lights of pearls  accompanying the stars. I cradled my warm…

“Your Song” (Poem #10)

A song written from the heart A song written at all A song The words put to a melody A melody that cannot be explained The music that causes feelings to explode within How can anyone simply listen to a song Music is the expression…

Hotel of the Rising Sun

A desert sunrise is a heavenly event The clouds part and the moonbeams fade away The fog recedes into the concrete A hush takes hold as the sun nears the sandy docks The motel manager stirs the coffee And opens a jar of jam for…

Weekend Getaway

Campfires rage in a steel cold night. Coffee by the fireside and music that is right. The hush of the fog makes everything else stand still The moonbeam through the fir trees make the darkness more real. Just inside the cabin window there a canteen…

Creativity Awakened

Damn the concrete fog! It must not hush my moonbeam. Loose my coffee from the canteen For it must not dock on the shelf of fir!

Prompt #9

Our lives are terribly tiny. raise your glass in honor, to celebrate every human emotion, and flaw, every achievement and failure. Such a human condition, The essence of a person’s life can be merely encapsulated in a few simple and humble words. Describing with accuracy…

Homesick (Poem #9)

Tears swell in my eyes Pain in my chest An ache in my heart My body feels weak My life feels like it’s not moving I am so far from home Yet getting so much closer to going back I am away But I know…

Normal People

Take us on your ride, Sally. What does that mean? What normal people have you ever seen? Maybe I over anticipate what you’ll say. Maybe your characters will live in a normal way. They’ll have joys and pains, sunshine and rain And when it’s all…

Story Time

Under the bridge, Beside the river, The penniless kids play using a stick for a king’s sword While the mother goes around collecting all she can hoard Under the bridge, Beside the river, A stranger from the rotten vegetable market join them for dinner No…

Hour Nine – use a book title…

“My Sunshine Away” Your loving eyes Your beautiful heart Please don’t take… Your wonderous smile Your boisterous laugh Please don’t take… Your strong arms Your protective embrace Please don’t take… The sound of crushing metal The smell of burning rubber Please don’t take…My Sunshine Away…

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