I’m Back…..

Well hello all you out there in blog land, as you have noticed it’s been a while since I wrote. I’m on the mend and doing much better. My shoulder is healing good and getting stronger every day. This summer has been a long one and since I’m down here in Louisiana, a hot and humid one. I’m looking forward to moving back north. My days as a soldier are running down, so soon I will hang my boots up and be onto the next part of my life. Before then I have to deal with another birthday, it’s one of the big ones. I just want to thank everyone for their patience and their wishes and prayers for my healing. So today I reintroduce myself back into this world of blogging and say I have missed you all and look forward to hearing from you and reading all your amazing stories and poems. So off we go……..

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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/ 

Picture Credit: Pixabay.com

Invincible Endeavors

Always attempting what was thought impossible
Trying things that others said was crazy
But he said all was possible
He said those others were just lazy
Incredible feats
Improbable acts
He thought never of defeat
It was all just facts
Within his mind stood no denying
All who saw said never say never
The fear would leave the crowd crying
For he accomplished such invincible endeavors
Until he choked on a piece of bread
And ended up dead


Picture Credit: Pixabay.com

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

Macaroni Madness

Down the road beyond the turn in the bend

Upon which the road did end

There lived a peculiar family I do say

I first met them on a hot and muggy Wednesday

When I met them, they seemed just a normal sort

The Father seem I right spiffy old sport

And Mother you could tell was a looker back in her day

The children a boy and a girl seemed squared away

So how could this family be beyond the norm you ask

It was you see all a mask

For soon their true colors did appear

And it was something that should have been quite clear

Within there house it was told

Of a strange proclivity this family did hold

Upon their all the walls

Up and down the halls

In the cupboards and up on the ceiling

It was quite revealing

Was noodles of all kinds

Spaghetti, ziti, elbow, egg and all that you can imagine come to mind

The furniture was covered from one side to the next

Patterns that were really complex

When they took them away

The towns folk would often just say

Them parents must have been filled with badness

Because it seemed like it was nothing but macaroni madness


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

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/