Dynamics of destined duos~#AprilWriting

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It was first considered odd to mix jelly with peanut butter

Now, no one can mention one without saying the other

Abbot was once a stranger to a man named Costello

Then their names became one in recalling these two funny fellows

Cowboys and Indians are often portrayed having an ongoing feud

Yet, The Lone Ranger and Tonto proved to be the closest of dudes

Can one sing some songs without including both verses?

Try crooning “friendship” that way in making it sound worse

There once was a time when these pairs were single to me and you

Today we can’t imagine splitting up the dynamics of these destined duos

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Written for the April Writing Prompt – Dynamics of destined duos – day 29/30

April Writing Prompts

Weekend Writing Prompt #103 -Vulnerable Beauty

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She cries again
Her vow broken
Eternal scars
Disconnect to accelerate
Then, true bliss accepted her vulnerable beauty
Love’s tears returned

(21 words)

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Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox at Sammiscribbles: Vulnerable in exactly 21 words.

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Possibilities – #AprilWriting – #poetry

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Dispell a belief

Turnover that leaf

Bury the old

Rekindle your soul

Attempt that leap

Be ready to weep

Stagnation confines

Perspective defines

Are you up to the call to always make changes

Or calm with your role in these current arrangements?

Choices or chances

Depends on your stances

No opnion decided is right or wrong

Your life fufills choices in making you strong

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April Writing Prompts – Choices or Chances – Day 26/30

Tale Weaver – Decaffeinated

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Risen from tombs where they wanted to stay

The instinct of hunger leading their way

Shambling slow at the pace of a snail

All are infected be them male or female

Their questioning groans beyond understanding

Looking for something to just have them keep standing

The ones who once loved them now seek places to hide

Until the needs of these things will soon hopefully be satisfied

There’s an answer to stopping these ill creatures by ending their pain

Its not what you think and angrily bashing in their brains

Why do such violence when they’re not walking zombies in undead misery?

They are everyday people who simply need brewed their first cup of morning coffee

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Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/

Written Tears ~ #Love #Poetry

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Sometimes pain on her page

Jilted wants, ignited rage

She posts of hearts often shattered

Spoken vows that no longer matter

I cry upon reading her words

Never verbal but still get heard

Perhaps her past bled this ink

Or current lies that’s made her think

This poet knows love in all of its infinite roles

Connecting with us from the depths of her writer’s soul

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With fond dedication to the talent over at A Writer’s Soul blog.

https://awriterssoulblog.wordpress.com/

Twitter Tales – Silence of space

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He had never heard quiet like this before. Millions of miles above the noise of humanity, there was this all encompassing silence. Besides his link with the ship, it was absolute peace as he floated out in the stars. Then, Astronaut Lee Pelps heard something climbing up his leg inside his spacesuit.

(300 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: WikiImages at Pixabay.com.

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FOWC with Fandago ~ Castaway

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Our children pawns in your sick game

Your goal unfocused by their imbedded pain

Feed them lies,  change their views

You believe protection in your abuse

Manipulate memories, distort their joy

The smiles of youth forever destroyed

Act the part, fake a heart

Oscar-worthy in your sick art

Tears of a Croc. flow in your pleas

Sympathy stolen from all who believe

These ways of yours are prone to last

Neglecting the damage after your time has passed

I stand alone in knowing your ways

Yearning for closure to these darkest of days

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Written for Fandago’s FOWC Challenge prompt ~ “Prone”