Tag Archives: commitment

Poetics: Take a leap with Cheryl Kellar – Dressed Up

Posted on April 29, 2014 by Michael

All dressed up nowhere to go. Looking the part in expensive attire Carefully selected to look the part Fitting like a glove, feeling good.   Its day break, deep breath, I’m ready It’s taken some internal psyching Putting one foot … Continue reading →

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #131- Roger the Night Demon

Posted on April 28, 2014 by Michael

…when the night demons visit…   Hello Hello You don’t look frightened. I should be? Yes I’m Roger the night demon. Roger? Why’s everyone say that? Well it doesn’t actually strike terror into a person does it? Hi I’m Roger … Continue reading →

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Photo Challenge #4 “Figments of Inertia” – Hectic Days

Posted on April 15, 2014 by Michael

Some days are so hectic All these children Why I ask myself?   blahblahblahgimmegimmegimmeiwannaiwannaiwannahehitmehehitmehehitme gurglegurglegurglewahwahwahjurjurjurblahblahbladgimmegimmegimme wahwahwahhahahahapokepokepokeitsmineitsmineitsminenononogoawaygoawaygo   Where’s your father? He’s in the pub. How will I cope?   blahblahblahgimmegimmegimmeiwannaiwannaiwannahehitmehehitmehehitme gurglegurglegurglewahwahwahjurjurjurblahblahbladgimmegimmegimme wahwahwahhahahahapokepokepokeitsmineitsmineitsminenononogoawaygoawaygo   Please pick up your mess. Wait till … Continue reading →

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All in a word – Come on Darl!

Posted on April 13, 2014 by Michael

Darl? Darl? Have you mown the lawn yet? Darl? Darl? What? I said Darl have you mown the lawn yet? Darl it has to be mown. The Roberts-Koch’s will be here at three and you know what they are like, … Continue reading →

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Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt # 3 – A Past Time

Posted on April 12, 2014 by Michael

A doorway Ornate opening Lamps Steps Heralding a former time Take a step forward.   Tentative Wrought iron railings Pensive Questioning Travelling back to days gone by I pause to reflect   Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/04/12/bastets-shadorma-photo-prompt-3-2/

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Poetics – Looking for Treasure – My Clock

Posted on April 8, 2014 by Michael

Dated 1903, great grandparents Leaving the country One-time graziers. Aging they moved to the coast Lived in my house.   A mystery as inscribed on the plaque Why were the people grateful In presenting this to them? A job for … Continue reading →

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Wordle #3 – Writing Companion

Posted on April 7, 2014 by Michael

Dear Ms Samuels, They said we were way past it that it was a childish fantasy to ever consider love at our age. Whatever flickers there might have been had been well and truly quashed by the passing of time … Continue reading →

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Prompt 50 Grim Determination – Satisfaction

Posted on April 6, 2014 by Michael

Do you think you can manage? I have to. How long this will go on for? Some said days, others weeks.   My dad lay in his bed, Pneumonia adding to his suffering His breathing laboured Oxygen his saviour.   … Continue reading →

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MeetingTheBar– Emotion in poetry – Climbing a Mountain

Posted on April 3, 2014 by Michael

Fill in Name Country Purpose   Pay up.   Wait…… a day or two   More information needed Are you a person of means? Are you an alien? Will you bring down our country?   Invitation Itinerary Bank statement Blood … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – The Third Witch

Posted on April 2, 2014 by Michael

It was opening night and eight months of rehearsal were about to come to fruition. Tonight was a sell out; everything was in place except for Muriel Stepford who was suffering with nerves. She was under the stage, in tears, … Continue reading →

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