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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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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #141 “A poor boy whose story’s often told”

Here’s the story of Nathaniel Quinn

he never did learn how to swim

one day at the lakeside he fell in

and though everyone was looking for him

they never did find poor Nathaniel Quinn

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Crimsons Creative Challenge #140

Yesterday I went for a walk to see

what we had always known as the old dead tree

but you can imagine my surprise

at the beautiful sight that met my eyes

I stood and rubbed my eyes in disbelief

every old, twisted limb was coming into leaf

then I remembered what my mother once said

that nothing in nature is completely dead

and when old trees finally fall to the ground

their end of life will benefit all around

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #136 #Hope springs eternal

Lying prostrate upon the grass

up above looms a soft-edged mass

brings with it a threat of showers

staring down her grey face glowers

then all at once to my surprise

appears a bright mistimed sunrise

bringing anew a hope it may

drive all the sombre clouds away

and if I’m lucky it just might

change their colour from grey to white.

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Ronovan writes #Decima prompt #61 Reflecting upon the loss of a character.

Today we all are wearing black

sporadic laughter, shoulders shake

no sombre silence shades the wake

as all reflect upon old Jack

now at the end of life’s long track

sad member of the widowed club

chose as his second wife the pub

so I think we should raise a toast

to one who did so more than most

and in the act was prone to blub.

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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

The trick or treaters getting weary

found our Uncle Fester cheery

even if he did look somewhat eerie

as smiling he said, “Hello dearie.”

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Ronovan writes Decima prompt #56 Symphony of life

I’m sure you don’t have to be told

the pleasure gained from listening

enraptured as the songbird sings

though whether it be wet or cold

his notes will shine like liquid gold

from his high perch up in the trees

his joyful tunes ride on the breeze

we can be sure he does not need

a written score from which to read

his repertoire is sure to please.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #131

I decided I would take a photo

of the old Minster’s rose window

for when the sun shines down through the glass

you can see Saint Maria’s ass

as she leads it along the main street

in order to find grass to eat

but although I am not one to complain

sadly the weather turned to rain

so we went home, my camera and me

for there was no Pepper’s Ghost to see

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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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