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Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
Merry Kissimas
Ten years, nary a Christmas wish nor a kiss Mary didn’t deny that people die That didn’t stop her asking why No kisses, no Christmas wishes But this year she’s invested In mistletoe An implanted kiss most festive 38 words … Continue reading
Hold Your Horses
Wait! Says Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt In sixteen words Hold your horses! Those blithering stampeding herds 16 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Wait
The Boss
He is a mumbler Can’t put one word in front of another He’s a stumbler Words, like a poker, stick in the wheel of his tongue His cursive script looks… just wrong It’s completely unreadable Utterly unutterable So why is … Continue reading
Painted Faces
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder Tell that to the queens (in whichever sense I mean) Witness the bucks they spend On eyeliners, shadows, blushers And all the other enhancers As if that is the answer And ladies … Continue reading
Like Siblings
Like siblings they share a name Like siblings they’re not the same Like siblings one’s older And perforce the other is younger The elder throughout the lengthy years Has produced a magnificent magnum opus to enchant listening ears The younger, … Continue reading
All Mixed Up
Remember that ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ scene with the blue belt? Watching that movie, my thoughts drifted to my art student days. Tight on funds, I learned to mix ANY colour from a basic palette. Now, there’s two ways to … Continue reading
Seeded in Jutland, Rooted in Norfolk
I’m getting on a bit, I admit No, don’t protest, I know my birth year Seen it written in the hand of the registrar My point… before I digress my way to the grave Is that I don’t understand all … Continue reading
Posted in Photos, Poems (Some Silly)
Tagged Anglo-Saxons, Poem, Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt
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He Loves You
He loves you Wants the benefits Can’t commit Till, too late, she says, I’m off, bye! Sad Bachelor Boy 19 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Bachelor
Autumn’s Here
Autumn’s here, winter’s near Trees hold leafless arms To a sun that’s disappeared Warmth is failing Earth is ailing Yet next year Life again will reappear The clouds draw near No longer offering respite from glare Like duvets of pillowy … Continue reading
Saint Edmund’s Coat
Sammi has set us a prickly one this week A word not in my vernacular vocabulary A word requiring access to Google Ingenious service which set my sight On our own Anglo-Saxon saint King Edmund, martyred defending England Who died … Continue reading