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Sincere – DP

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A moment of your time please,

I want to make it clear

If I comment on your writing,

I’m being quite sincere.

It means that I have read it,

turned it over in my mind,

I comment because I mean it,

not just trying to be kind.

So if I’ve made some comments,

it is me being true,

on poetry and other art, 

the stuff that you like to do.

It means I spent some time with you,

that’s what I like to try,

Sometime you make me laugh out loud

and then you make me cry.

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In response to the Daily Prompt word – Sincere

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November

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November your far too early,

I’m not ready for you to call.

I’ve not sorted out my sweaters yet,

I didn’t need them in the fall.

November your not welcome,

you bring December nearer,

And all the expense of Christmas,

which is always a little dearer.

So November please just go away,

send back your friend October.

I think he’s rather special,

I wish he would stay over.

 

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Eerie – DP ;-)

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I have an eerie feeling,

a feeling I can’t shake,

a cold draft wraps around me,

one my heart can’t take.

I look into the mirror,

to see who stands behind,

a misty figures lurking there,

or is it of my mind.

It looks as if it’s shrouded,

a hand is reaching near, 

trapped here with this awfulness,

although it isn’t clear.

I hold my breath and close my eyes,

a scream is deep inside,

a putrid smell in the air,

it smells like something died.

What happens now is terrifying,

the figures moving nearer.

She’ll get you too, I promise,

when you look into that mirror.

 

 

The Witch

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Down deep into the forest, she walked within the trees,

a hooded cloak of deepest black, sways around her knees.

Collecting herbs and berries, a special potion to make,

one that will succeed this time, she has a spell to break.

Foxes cowered as she past, birds stayed in their nests,

no one walked these woods alone, crows the only guests.

A baby rabbit, not knowing, was swiped by her clawed hand,

she didn’t feel remorse at all, she believed it was her land.

The witch continues walking, through woods and over steams,

be careful to avoid her, as she has access to your dreams.

 

(sinister ) Ha Ha Ha Ha 😉

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Practice 

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The book is open on the floor, I can see it upside down.

But I’m sitting on the sofa, in my dressing gown.

I really should salute the sun, stretch my arms up high.

But I’m finding it a struggle, to bid the night goodbye.

I promised that I’d practice, some sequences everyday.

Ashtanga manual’s open wide, I left it in the way.

To remember to do my yoga, focusing on the task.

If I want to work my core, and my blooming body to last.

Where on Earth 

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Royal Pavillion, Brighton, England

 

Where are you right now,

while working on your blogs,

are you in bright sunshine,

or is it more like fog.

Resting on a great big yacht,

or in a coffee bar, 

waiting in a traffic jam,

sitting in your car.

It’s interesting to think about,

while I write mine here,

I’m guessing on some of you,

others not so clear.

What influence on where you live,

is in your writing now,

is the environment inspiring,

if so please tell me how.

What about the time of day,

it’s lunchtime here for us,

guessing some might be in bed,

or doing other stuff.

I find it quite fascinating,

to think where you might be,

of course in some pictures,

it’s very clear to see.

So tell me in the comments,

let some others know,

we might be nearer than we think,

so lets have a go  😉

 

Written as a fun response to the daily prompt word – Waiting

It would be good to find out where people are, where my blog is read and where the blogs I read are written.  It’s fascinating to find out what influences us, environment, weather, literature, culture, religion etc.

How wide is my blogging community?

 

 

Urgent – DP

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It’s not urgent that I get there, 

just that I’m on my way.

The destinations not in sight,  

it’s for another day. 

But right that I have set out, 

I’m purposely on my path.

I can break along the way, 

it’s fine to have a laugh.

The finish lines is not the goal,

it’s not even a race.

I’m just taking my own time, 

just keeping up the pace.

And if I finally reach the end, 

will I have passed the test.

I suppose that’s not as important 

as if I done my best.

Trust – DP

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I’m guilty and I know it,

I have not been as on top.

Of those lovely posts that you write,

I’m sure there’s been a lot.

That’s the thing with weekends,

good friends come to call.

I’ve had good fun, of course,

but on your blogs I’ve stalled.

But know that I’ll be back real soon,

I promise to catch up.

Trust me to put more hours in,

and find a reading slot 😊

Clumsy-DP

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In Brighton there’s a nudist beach, 

for all to just go and be.

If your into taking your clothes off, 

so other folk can see.

It’s not my sort of pleasure, 

I’d rather cover up.

I’m getting on in years now, 

I’m not such a young pup.

I don’t like to go down there, 

I rather not walk by.

But it’s okay as there’s a pile of stones 

and I keep my eyes to the sky. 

But the other day I tripped right up, 

when I was collecting stones.

I had my eyes cast downward, 

then into that place I did roam.

When I looked up I had a shock, 

nude bodies was all I could see.

I shut my eyes so fast again, 

clumsy, clumsy me!