Upon the Waking Morning

Night time falls on me like an unwelcome guest

Sneaking darkness into my soul

Leaving my thoughts of you distressed

Slowly my mind slips into that blackhole

Thoughts of you permeate my mind

A longing to feel your body next to mine

The beauty of you I always find

Wanting to wrap around you and entwine

But all I find is that empty hole

Apart from you has left me distressed

Each of us must face the night alone

Our love at this time is suppressed

Until the day that I return

My soul is left in mourning

It’s your touch that I yearn

Upon the waking morning

The Blue Screen of Death

On a night much stormier than this
Came a cry from out of the mist
A blood curling cry did pierce the night
It startled me with such a fright
What could bring such dread
Was it a monster or the walking dead
I ran to see what caused such a stir
Nothing but a blur
What caused this shrill from my friend Beth
But having a project due and getting the blue screen of death


Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/04/01/april-writing-prompts-2/

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A Moose on the Loose

What do you do with a mouse
That will not leave your house
What do you do with that ant
Who does nothing but rant
Or a that flea
That wants to sit on your knee
When that cat
Keeps thinking your name is Matt
Then there’s that dog
Who is just so scared of the fog
And finally, there is that one that won’t vamoose                                                        A moose on the loose
Why can’t I just have normal animals around me
That just go woof, meow and squeak
Oh well what can you deduce
When you live inside an old caboose


Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/03/01/march-writing-prompts-2/ 

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Time

Time slips by slowly
Never going as fast as we wish
Or slowly when we need it to
Time together is to short
Time apart drags on and on
Slowly the seconds tick by
Making the minutes move on
With the hours passing into the past
The days mixing into each other
With the months feeling like eternity
Until that day I come home
Into your loving arms
Where I will pass the rest of my time
Until my time runs out
But I will make every second of it count
Because with you is where I belong always


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Kissing Curse

Oh what a wicked one was she
An entrancing beauty both inside and out
Men couldn’t help but notice her as she passed them by
Filling them with a deep want to know her more
Her teasing ways led many astray
On rocks they crashed
Where their hearts were dashed
Fluttering her eyes and entrancing them with her smile
Let all the gents beguiled
This power she had was what she craved
But under this came a downfall so steep
On so many with her wickedness she did slay
Making them fall for her so deep
But when they felt they had caught her
A feeling came to them so perverse
What a sickening feeling inside did stir
On those lips dripped the poison of her kissing curse
They would lose their mind
And their life in time!


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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/03/01/march-writing-prompts-2/

Delirious Intentions

He was all in for this shin ding
Right from the very start
At the beginning he knew it was the right thing
Once started they would never be apart
The craziness of it all was what he craved
An intenseness that was felt to the core
Its appeal was what made him its slave
The awesomeness left him crawling upon the floor
So for just a taste of a scrumptious smudge
Going after it with a vengeance
A taste of that homemade fudge
Left him with such delirious intentions
At the thought of being able to lick that bowl clean at the end.


Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/03/01/march-writing-prompts-2/

The Last Link

Who would have believed it
Unless they saw it with their own two eyes
Such a strange little man was he
Who would have thought so much was within
A power that was unexpected you see
To the people all around
A hero had been found
To be a savior was unexpected in the least
Saving those he loved
And to think
That he was the last link
A savior for the world


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Prompt Courtesy of : https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/03/01/march-writing-prompts-2/

The Order of Things Unseen

Behind the veil

Something is hidden beyond your reach

To describe it would be such a tale

Strangeness of your thoughts forever beseeched

Telling you the story of what could be

Hidden behind your mind’s smokescreen

So outlandish to one who would see

Because it’s still left to the order of things unseen

Leaving you to ever ponder what your mind has imagined

Sitting behind that veil


Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/02/01/february-2019-writing-prompts/