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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 #226 #The skylark

A combine does it’s plotted round

leaves no waste upon the ground

to maintain our world of plenty

whilst my crop remains empty

no butterfly, aphid or bee

to feed my hungry family

I remember horses in the yard

their days were long, often hard

cutting the corn at stately pace

to feed the growing human race

now I fear those halcyon days

will be lost forever in the haze

of time, imprinted on our memory

just a sad but too familiar story

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #148

with pennants flying proudly

see how tall they stand

not quite in the water

nor fully on the land

standing straight-backed in the sun

like a regimental band.

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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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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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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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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #221 “Olympic successes.”

Like many people in Britain I fear

who’ve all been waiting over a year

to see people on the other side of the world

who ran and jumped and bounced and twirled

but quite a few of us in the main

have watched the rowers as they strain

but have any of us ever thought

if they get sore sitting on those thwarts


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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #143

Whilst on a trip down to the Weald

I went for a walk through the fields

The air smelt fresh, I soon saw why

On the hill was a huge pig sty

I have no qualms about pig-shit

Just glad I didn’t walk through it

Then a story came to my mind

The tale of the Gadarene swine

And the farmers in this region

Wouldn’t like it if I were Legion

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt

The contestants in Paris to Dakar races

plan their routes on a most sensible basis

that if they are not able to carry any water

when planning their route they oughta

make certain that they can stop at an oasis.


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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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