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Ever Heard Of A Worse Dodade?

Day 3 Now send your character to his or her grumpy grandmother’s house for a visit. Write the scene of your character’s arrival. __________________ ‘If the mother of my mother is my grandmother  What would it take to silence this old woman?’ Dodade wrote this and struck it out in his poetry book. If humans were chocolate, his grandmother would be a snicker bar –  not only because she spends

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When

When you get sad,  I get angry.  When you get angry, I get sad.  If you smile, I laugh. When you’re disappointed,  I get anxious, When you get anxious,  I get even more anxious.  When you’re scared, I’ll protect you.  When you’re hungry,  I’ll feed you.  When you cry, I am broken. And Lord, I hope you never get broken.  So how can you not see; That I am directly

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Like A Well Without Water

I turn on the TV for some water And I see a well He is a politician; with a river of words gushing out of his well of a mouth I pant and reach into his deep deep words. But, alas, I found no water His words were bogus; They were the ramblings of a clueless mind But as deep as they sounded, They lacked substance – Like a well

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Splitting Things

I have a splitting headache as painful as can be  From splitting logs and logs of wood and running from bees  But I’d rather endure this than join my sister; in a big clean room with ballerinas splitting their tighs.  And I like that my brother never considers that I am a girl, when he splits the house chores, I like to talk to him also because he does not

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Or What?

‘Get out of my way’ he said,  As he push her out of their bed Crawling back on her knees, she asked,  ‘Lord is this my husband or another as he, masked?’  *** ‘Get out of my way!‘ he yelled  As she clenched her fists; her anger he fueled  But move, she did for she had learned, That a husband’s anger must have been earned  *** ‘Get out of my

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Best Friend Poem

I am not a moralist. A moralist believes in the monopoly of their morals; in the rightness of their convictions  I am not that.   So lie to everyone, if you please, but please make me an exception.  **** I am never the smartest in the room.  And I may never know what that feels like; unlike you.  You’re smart, you’re wise and you always have the last say.  If

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Call Me Tomorrow

Call me Tomorrow. I bear the consequences of your actions today Your fantasies are embedded in me It is only I who knows whether they will become your reality.  ***** Call me Tomorrow Nothing catches me by surprise  For I am closer to your death than to your birth And the sun, to you, is moon to me. ***** Call me Tomorrow. I am swollen with all the responsibilities that

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Peter and Paul

Prompt: Feb 25   Cliché Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the time ‘a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush’ for you.     ‘Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul’, I whispered But my husband must not hear me whisper He always says ‘You’re fading slowly from me like smoke… like a wisp’ He says it without looking at me because since they

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Coincidentally, It’s Valentine’s!

Prompt:  Feb 14 Cupid’s arrow It’s Valentine’s Day, so write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!  (The ode was written and sent to the someone I love. This is an extract from the main write-up.) “…normally, I’d write fiction within minutes and without hassle because it’s all made-up and I do not have to dig deep into my emotions to relay whatever… but this

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My Husband is 45!

She walked to the make-shift stage in the room in her lovely lovely leaf green dress and gently hit her glass with a small spoon. ‘I want to give a speech for and to my husband’ she said, smiling her radiant smile. The room went hush save from the whisperings from some of the guest. Other guests just cast furtive glances and looked rather uncomfortable. She proceeded nevertheless. ‘Good evening

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