Ooo, halitosis
Please don’t breathe on me kind sir
Care for a Tic-Tac
Tag: #Poetry
WICKED INSOMNIA
The shades are drawn
It’s dark behind
The windows in my mind
There’s nothing I can do, no more,
It happens all the time
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Seeking for the light that’s gone
Alone here in this dark
Searching, but not finding, no,
The smallest of a spark
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Storms, they never whisper
As my demons take their place
Boldly taking jabs at me
It’s reflected on my face
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Maybe there is solace
If I could only get some sleep
It’s hard to see
Through crying eyes
A soul to take or keep
F is for Flanagan…#AtoZChallenge2019
FLANNIGAN
Flanagan was a lady’s man
At least that’s what he thought
Many a time he found himself
With his hand where it should naught
Sophia saw it straight away
With a plan to stop the gaucherie
Flanagan fell for it hook and line
‘Twas the end of his debauchery
THE OLD MAN…#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 4
I once questioned a frail, old man
What made him think he was right?
He looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes
And said, “Well, sleep on it tonight.”
I pondered his words and then my own
What was it he thought would come?
When morning arrived, I conceded the point
For in his words I found wisdom.
C is for Catawampus… #NaPoWriMo2019 Day 3 and A-Z Challenge
No one took him seriously
No, they didn’t think him right
Something was amiss with him
With gun and hat and knife
But he would be the hero
When they saw just what he did
Taking down the robber, yep
The Catawampus Kid
Disassembled…#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 2
With a mighty thrust of imagination
Whilst keeping my breathing in check
I found I could fly without hesitation
A curious thing… you bet
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Up and over, around and through
Buildings, forests and seas
Apparently, nothing that I couldn’t do
Soaring along with ease
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Yet all good things must come to an end
As I tumbled back down to the ground
Disassembled was I after flying so high
Jerked awake in my bed I was found
Spring… #NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 1
National Poetry Writing Month
Is it really Spring
Outside, the birds are singing
My heart warms over
