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Ronovan writes #Decima poetry prompt #78

You must forgive my misty eyes,

memories often make me weep

and even though I try to sweep

them off, they make me realise

I should forget them, as if lies,

but this I find so hard to do

replacing them with something new,

a task for which I may need help,

leave gloomy thoughts upon the shelf

but then see the futility

for they keep flooding back to me

from deep within my inner self.

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Ronovan writes #Decima prompt #77 Night sky wonders

I looked up to the skies last night

and marvelled at the starry scene

but knowing much was left unseen

for if the moon is shining bright

small things are hidden from our sight

when in the moon’s reflected glow

they do seem reluctant to show

being so naturally shy

they easily avoid our eye

standing in wonder far below

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #227 Memories

In the sunset glow, both world and waters calm

we strolled along the seafront arm in arm

to right and left lounged rusting hulls

overhead drifted screaming gulls

and before us in uncanny silence

from the sands arose two twisted pylons

where one night a raging conflagration

had produced this scene of devastation

not just some ramshackle dwelling

but home to a story that merits telling

where once had been music and lights

Mods and Rockers clashed in vicious fights

a fun palace that gave so many families cheer

the splendour that used to be Southgate pier.

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #225

In many houses throughout this land

whether they may be poor or grand

is practised with each new day a ritual

that would now be seen as habitual

as while you are sitting quite alone

you could just as easily grab the phone

yet over breakfast in the morning

or often as the day is dawning

sometimes even while still in bed

the daily newspaper will be read

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Ronovan writes #Decima poetry challenge #69

Let your imagination leap

and picture me as I mumble

Sir I am ever so humble

seen as the archetypal creep

I am of course Uriah Heep

Of all the books that you have read

this man will stick within your head

but if we look inside his mind

we gain insight into mankind

no better trait needs to be said.

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Ronovan writes #Decima poetry challenge #67 “Cat and mouse.”

Fishermen’s cottages fringe the bay

as the cool evening mist comes down

the lamplighter begins his round

his measured footstep seems to say

the ending of another day

in the cramped parlours fires burn low

shadows form in their fading glow

whiskers twitching mice start to creep

wary of the ginger tom’s leap

knowing that fresh warm blood may flow

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Ronovan writes #Decima prompt #66 #Writers block.”

Two black pens are lined up neatly

as if they haven’t got the time

to start their day and fill the lines

with words that used to flow sweetly

inspiration lost completely

under the desk an empty seat

outside light rain has cleared the street

by now it is too late it seems

to cast aside this dismal scene

and see words appear on blank sheets

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Ronovan writes Decima poetry prompt, challenge #60 #”The Man in the Iron Mask”

Concerned I may be thought a freak

the blacksmith set about the task

of constructing an iron mask

thus covering my deformed cheek

so that people would not just shriek

as my cruel mother had done

when she first saw her new born son

when the tearful midwife held me

up so my cold parents could see

their own tainted figure of fun.

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Ronovan writes Decima challenge #55

Not far ahead there stood the hind

so he sank slowly to the ground

in order not to make a sound

his target had been hard to find

but the fates that day had been kind

raising his glasses to his eyes

he saw she had her fawn beside

and if they left the undergrowth

then he could surely shoot them both

because a camera never lies.

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Ronovan writes Decima prompt #54

The sun rises in the morning,

banishing the grey mists of dawn

the rising sun greets the new morn,

in defiance of science scorning

crimson tinges and their warning

as Helios once again tries

to cast Selene from the skies

before inviting Mother Earth

to celebrate the new day’s birth

heralded by the new sunrise

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