Category Archives: On the lines of romance

Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #240 Guardian of the forest

Whether in a sunlit forest clearing

or hidden deep within the dank, moist shade

he will be found forever preening

a gaudy, strutting Indian brave,

proudly standing with his tail displayed,

a hundred eyes are always watching

throughout earth’s history was there ever

found in nature a sight quite matching

the splendour of each jewelled feather

unlidded eyes that will not ever

close thus allowing him sleep or rest

all the while displaying pavonine breast

the faithful guardian of the forest

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #161

I find when talking to country folk

their favourite tree is the mighty oak

so just last week whilst driving my truck

I stopped near this one to have a look

and you can imagine my surprise

I’m sure I saw a pair of eyes

so I jumped back in to tell my mate Stan

He said, don’t worry, tiz just the Green Man

he won’t hurt you if you leave him alone

but I think we’d best start heading for home.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #157

We thought we’d look for Robin Hood

so we jumped through the fence and into the wood

but of those men in Lincoln Green

neither hide nor hair was seen

but the walk certainly did us good.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #155

When we took a ride on the big wheel

I was hoping to cop a feel

but it didn’t take long for me to see

the earth below and its beauty

when I said this to my girlfriend

she said our relationship should end

for saying no to me was just a game

and things could never be the same

I must admit I was taken aback

and said give me the fare money back

she said you can go to hell

so I’m left frustrated and poor as well

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #152

It was time to spend more time at sea

with a tear she vowed to wait for me

but only after the second letter

she told me she’d found someone better

I suppose really I should have known

the love of my life had a heart of stone

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #147

Take a look at this lovely pony

it’s obvious he is feeling lonely

he knows if he squeezed through the fence

he’d be able to meet new friends

but for now he will just stand and sigh

as he sadly watches each passer-by

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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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Looking to my future

Who will grieve when I am gone

I have no daughter nor a son

My wife departed long ago

Of my demise she will not know

Or care.

The end.

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