A mirror image of who he once was.

Once a dashing young prince of a man

A smile that would make the ladies swoon

Covered from head to toe in a bronze tan

The stature of a legendary British Dragoon

Feats of bravery and daring heard near and far

Winning the ladies hearts across the land

Many looked upon him like a star

His good looks and hard body went hand in hand

But as always, the case

A foe beyond his strength did rise

His slow fall from grace

An enemy did take him by surprise

It was neither man nor beast

An adversary that was so sublime

A fight he put up at least

The prosecutor of his demise

Was an enemy without pause

An opposition working overtime

Made him a mirror image of who he once was

The enemy of his was non-other than father time.


Prompt Courtesy of : https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/12/01/december-writing-prompts-2/

Looking Back

Looking back on a childhood so long ago

I think back to my neighborhood where I did roam

A group of friends we were all the same age

We were a group of eight young boys

Times were much simpler back then

There were no cellphones or digital cameras that tracked our lives

No exciting video games and only 4 or 5 channels on the boob tube

Our neighborhood was our play land

 Playing games like football in the mud and flashlight tag at night

Buying fireworks through the mail and the good kinds to boot

So many things we did, we were limited by our imagination alone

Running through the yards late into the night

Playing games like fake fight

Swimming in an old Recycle Pond

Going sledding in the dark well past one

It seemed those days would never end

But time has a way to change even those so close

High School came and we moved apart

Moving different places

Becoming parts of different groups

I miss those days, I miss those friends

But those memories are something I hold close

Oh those years ago when life was simple and friends were everything

I still talk to a few of my old mates

Some I haven’t seen since we officially became men

Now we all have families and such

But a bond built over those many summers and winters long ago

A life so simple but so yet so full of fun


Picture Credit: My Middle School Yearbook

Bustling Beauties

Running all around

Rolling around on the ground

Such a playful scene

The playfulness is almost obscene

Pulling and tugging on each other

Under the watchful eye of their mother

Joy and happiness abound

Leaves those who watch spellbound

Such a wonderful sight

Makes the world seem right

So much energy they exude

Watching them always lightens the mood

They are such cuties

Those bustling beauties

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Picture Credit: Pixabay.com

Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/11/01/november-writing-prompts/

The Realm of Reliability

Their accuracy was quite crafty

While their authenticity was due to complicity

And honesty was a real comedy

The loyalty was made for high class royalty

But our safety was forgotten about daily

Our security was often left in obscurity

However, the soundness was often boundless

Their trustworthiness was really worthlessness

It all was found within the realm of reliability

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Picture Credit: Pixabay.com

Prompt Credit; https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/11/01/november-writing-prompts/

Ogre Orange

Treats are so neat

Even monsters think they can’t be beat

What kind of flavors do they adore

Or should I say abhor

But believe it or not

I heard this from a ghoul made of snot

The flavor they crave the most

Was told to me by a ghost

It’s a flavor of Ice Cream

It makes the monsters scream

The flavor they seek

Sounds unique

An Ogre Orange Cone

They consume by a gravestone

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Writing Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/

The Trolls of Twilight

Beware the night
When the moon is at full light
The fog rolls across the marsh
A chill in the bones so harsh
It can bring a shiver up your spine
What lurks in the shadow’s blind
You can hear the whisper in the trees
A sound that will make you freeze
What can be moving within those woods
Something you dread moving into your neighborhood
They will frighten you at first sight
The trolls of twilight

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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/

Purple Plasma

Out in the far reaches of space
Lived a most peculiar race
A creature like nothing ever seen
Was it scary, some would say so
It was one eyed, one horn a flying being
With a mouth like a bottomless hole
As it walked around
It left a purple plasma on the ground
Such a strange sight to behold
Until it would eat you up whole


Writing Prompts Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/

Coffin Candy

The old house down on Elm Street at the end of the block
With Broken old shutters and creaky old doors
People who journeyed in would run out in shock
Screaming about sounds of moaning and scuffling across the floor
But little did they suspect
Down at the store on the corner of Maple and Oak
Which sold these wickedly ghoulish treats the people would select
The words of devilish pleasure of their taste they spoke
These treats the townsfolk found such a dandy
Were made from the bones and blood of those recently deceased
The monsters in that old house made into a treat called coffin candy
Would turn those who ate them into a ravenous beast

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Word Prompts courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/#comments

 

Sweet Vibrations

Starting at her toes
The feeling started to grow
Up past her knees
She winked at me
From her thighs
She let out a sexy sigh
From her midsection
Her arousal was in session
At her chest
It felt the best
On to the neck
It kept on going what the heck
Once it hit her lips
She buckled at the hips
Her bodies libations
Over flowed with sweet vibrations

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Writing prompt courtesy of https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/09/01/september-writing-prompts-2/