Soft canopy shades, Moon’s glory crept across the Lake with time to spare. Floating Lue August 13, 2016
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
moon lit picnic
the moon was bright, full in all her glory we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy an evening picnic, by the moon lit lake Down the long winding dirt road we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy we talked all the while, as the…
Prompt 11: The Mark of the Wanderer
I was a simple man Gentle–really Couldn’t bear the cries of the lambs at the slaughter So much largesse, the earth Generous in her gifts bounteous fruits, ripe and round as a mother’s bosom. My brother–he was the brute in his dominion over the…
HOUR 12 Moon Dittie
MOON DITTIE Glory to the moon that shines above shooting its beams to the lake below. Make no mistake it may not always be there. Don’t panic my friend, I hear Gods got a spare.
Giving Praise to the One who deserves it All (Tenth Hour)
The winds blowing to the east, And the winds blowing to the west, From the rising of the Sun, To where it sets, I will give You praise. The birds sing the songs You composed, The waters flowed down the stream gently, The trees swayed…
Just a Man with a Sign
I live in a dark and lonely world One so hard to understand I have no family, no home, no friends Nothing but a cardboard sign to call my own It hasn’t always been this way I was once a CEO But the economy bust…
Poem 12
My First and Second love fight Love fights, As they bites. Overriding each other priorities, They decide.. To let the owner satisfies, Whom she want to be her first and second love.. Her Passion(poetry) or her Sleep. Sleep said, she is used to of…
Hour Eleven: Beach Bum
Beach Bum They call me a bum. Don’t talk to the dirty bum, honey, he’ll never leave us alone I wake before the sun, shake the sand out of my blankets roll them up and tie them to my bike I stretch my…
Kisses
Kissing them is all I need. Truly! For it is the kiss that bears true love. Ah, Love! To kiss him at the fleadh, And take him, in awe of all. Truly! For it is the kiss that bears true love. My heart is set…
HOUR 11 Travelin’
TRAVELIN’ With pencil and paper in hand I jot down the name, I jot down the brand. For other folks the brand don’t matter but I write it down it saves on the chatter. I travel from town to town aching with pain, but…