Category Archives: On the lines of romance

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #134

Home comes the sailor, home from the sea,

he stands on the foc’sle and what does he see

a crowd of happy faces standing on the quay

he thinks my wife’s among them waiting there for me

but he’s not too surprised for this is not to be

she’s run away with Jim who lived at number three.

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt

I’d like to tell you a little tale

about a girl called Rita Hayward,

with her independent outlook

her parents thought her wayward,

but like many women in those days

she liked to think herself liberated,

certainly her breasts turned out to be as

when while on a date she co-operated

with the removal of her underclothes

giving me a quite expectant thrill,

imagine how my pulses quickened

when she said, “It’s okay I’m on the pill

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt

Cruising white-tipped waves on a restless sea

of uncharted depths cloaked in mystery

remains the ideal life for me

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #126

My lady’s name was primrose

she had such a beautiful snub nose

from where I would start kissing

making sure no part was missing

to the tips of her pretty pink toes

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #55

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I looked at my neighbour

and she looked at me

then she smiled, bowed her head

and asked if I could see

that we and all the the other posts

were painted quite brightly.

I asked her for the reason

and with a smile of glee,

she said tonight when the park is closed

we will dance round the old dead tree

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Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #133 ~Thoughts of Yew.

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I stand in silence exuding the dignity expected by my infrequent, reluctant visitors. Casting long shadows over the darkened windows, the black lace veils and dark suits so seldom aired. Offering comfort through familiarity to the grief-stricken, the respectful onlookers, the older ones knowing what best to say and do. Inwardly I smile for have I not, like many of my kind, stood guard at the cemetery gates for half of my two hundred year life.

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 154 #PhotoPrompt #shadorma

1FC18AC1-FC35-4973-A8CF-18EEC7FFD143Crouching low

she turns with a smile,

inviting,

smooth white limbs

encased in mesh, not feathers

will she fly with me?

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Crimsons’s Creative Challenge #54

priory-undercroft-I’d like a photo in there said Anne

so off we went, camera in hand

but first I had to pee,

she held it for me

and that’s how our romance began

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Thursday photo prompt: Spawning season(recycled and updated) #writephoto

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I stood at the side of the lake scanning all around the horizon, “yes, it’s all quiet, “I thought, “so I can get this awful costume off. I have collected what I came for, well, he did really,” suppressing a slight  giggle at the un-intentioned pun. Reaching between my legs I released the carefully concealed catch and the smooth, dry-textured, false skin started to split open. With a little effort, due to the tightness of the fit, I was able to peel the head and torso over the top of my crest to hang like a deflated balloon around my waist before rolling the lower half down my legs to the ground. It lay on the bank, a shapeless, porcine mass. My whole body shuddered,  “Yuk, ” I thought, “how do they look at themselves in this, it’s creepy. ”

The air felt cool against my scales and once more checking that the shore was deserted I picked up the bundle and walked down to the water’s edge. Eagerly slipping into the cold waters I prepared to swim down to the bottom where the committee, would be eagerly waiting. Once again I, like few others successfully, had completed my task and the technicians would be able to continue their work.

I thought about my encounter the previous evening with the one interesting looking specimen who sat alone looking rather bored. He did manage to raise a smile when he caught me looking at him, even more so when he imagined a welcoming smile in return. Perhaps he must have thought that his luck was in when he felt that I started coming on to him. It had been hard work trying to convince him that  my intentions were purely to come out, have a few drinks and  hopefully a good time with a little romance thrown in.  In our carefully contrived conversation I had established his capacity to satisfy my needs. He had once been married with a family but now alone and in need of some company. He could never have guessed the real reason for my eagerness.

If he could see me now he would swear that it had all been a bad dream, very bad, after he had stopped retching of course. No doubt  he would then have had a very long shower, alone this time, before throwing  all the bedclothes in the machine to wash  away any lingering memories. Even the funny video camera he had used, for reference purposes, his words not mine, would have been thrown away I’m sure.

I had been a little worried at one stage, wondering if the sample I needed would ever be collected but we eventually  got a large enough amount deposited correctly. Now I was able to carry some more of this essential human sperm back to the colony where it would help in our next spawning. Not too many more trips and there would be enough of our hybrids, each spawning more successful and Earth-race like than the last. Then they would be able to break free from the waters. Their newly developed breathing organs would be  strong enough to start the colonisation of the planet so meticulously planned and prepared for after our escape from Mars..

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 13th 2019, crystals

Not just Svarovski

in Nature, jewels are found,

chemical beauty

 

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