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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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


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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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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/

Peppered Steak

Charcoal piled high
Splash on the fuel to create a flaming pyre
Whoosh goes the flame like a phoenix
Soot covering my face I need a Kleenex
Coals burning red and bright
Brings about an eerie sight
Slap on the grill a slab of meat
That sizzling sound is kinda neat
Medium rare is where it’s at
That peppered steak will probably make me fat.

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

 

Coffee Curfews

Oh morning you come to early
My mind is left a little squirrely
But that first cup of joe
And I know
My mind wakes to find
A level of another kind
Alas, weariness come back again
So I hit that pot of coffee for a win
Perked up and ready to go
All day I’m in the flow
Wonderful caffeine in my veins
My teeth left a little stained
But that time who knew
Of my daily coffee curfew
For another cup if I take
I will surely never sleep, but stay awake

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A Fragrant Fog

Upon a moonlit night

Out past the end of town just a bit

Deep into the woods it came

Moving over the trees and brush

It came with a silent hush

Crawling over the ground it came without a sound

Filling every part of ground, it found

Into the village it came

A fragrant fog stole into the homes

Leaving them nothing but sweet-smelling tombs.

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