Sep 24: Write about a door key.
Sep 25: Write about a simple pleasure.
Sep 26: Night is falling. You are not at home.
Sep 27: Write about a time the lights went out.
Sep 28: Write about a time you did something out of superstition.
Sep 29: The night won't save anyone.
Sep 30: Write about a rendezvous.
the key was in an envelope
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"this is the key to my den
may you find many wonderful treasures"
the door was big and brown
the key screeched as I turned it
as though it was rebelling being opened
the door itself was swollen and resisted my push
on the desk was a tray with seven keys
the magic number, thought I
I looked around for places where they might go
the desk, a cabinet, a huge cedar chest
inside the desk was a small cedar chest
after two times I had it opened
inside was a stack of journals
starting at 1939, I began to read
I still had five more keys
I tore myself away from grampa's history
and headed for the large cedar chest
inside were old photos and two more locked chests
the larger of the two contained jewelry
gold, silver, diamonds, rubies, emeralds all beautiful
inside the smaller chest was stacks of money
in all denominations, a misers dream
still three keys left, one fit the cabinet
which was filled to brimming with coin collections
with two keys left, I had to wonder where they went
I moved the cabinet, on a fluke
and lo and behold, another door appeared,
a closet, stacked top to bottom
with comic books in mint condition
now, with one key left, the search was on...
upon a closer study of this last key
it appeared to be a car key!
so I walked into the connecting garage
and there sat a black Mercedes Benz
excitedly, hurriedly, I put the key in the ignition
heart pounding, breath coming fast
I turned the key, the engine purred
my inheritance was complete, I was dazed...
lol! wild and fun. you may not have inherited great wealth from grandpa but you did inherit his talent of telling a story.
DeleteGreat story!!! WOW!
DeleteOh, the simple pleasure of being alive
ReplyDeleteall the things that help us thrive
seeing the smile on a babies face
having a puppy and playing chase
getting together in the park
having a campfire after dark
taking Sunday and reading a book
giving your lover a sweet, fond look
a cool glass of water
a sweet kiss from your daughter
a fragrant breeze on a hot afternoon
the smell of roses in the middle of June
Oh, the simple pleasures of being alive
all the things that help us thrive...
lovely! i haven't even written one yet and you've done two very excellent poms
Deleteexcellent wolfie.i like this a lot.
Deletehere is my poem
the key to my heart
the key to my heart was stolen
then it snapped off in her lock
making keys is difficult, when you are a stone that's rolling
like drawing excalibur from the rock.
- love and peace - paul.
Nice one, simple pleasures are the best pleasures in my humble.
DeleteOK, i'm going to do them all, one for every day, and they're all going to be dirty. Here's for the 24 th.
ReplyDeleteA DOOR KEY
I just wanted a little whiskey
And a little bit of rock and roll
I didn't mean to get too frisky
Didn't mean to lose my soul
I did the right job with this key,
But I stuck it in the wrong keyhole.
Ha ha, clever!
Deleteha ha ha... cute... I've got a brand new pair of roller skates you've got a brand new key... :-)
DeleteI also am shooting for one a day this week, I consider it a true challenge. I really enjoyed #1.
DeleteI can't do them all so chose the night won't save anyone. i sort of lost the thought but hope I am close enough
ReplyDeleteThe sun shines through the window
Almost makes the rooms feel warm
Melts yesterday’s frozen snow
Sad faces recall long ago
Memories in sadness swarm
The sun shines through the window
Distant thoughts of loss and woe
Life somehow transforms
Melts yesterday’s frozen snow
Nighttimes darkness quells the glow
Demons minds bend, transform.
The sun shines through the window
They sit and stare nowhere to go
Night’s darkness covers the storm
Melts yesterday’s frozen snow
Screams reverberate, echo
Night cannot save them or
Melt yesterday’s frozen snow
The sun shines through the window
This is sadly beautiful. It reminds me of a sci fi story I read a long time ago where everything was cold... I love it!!!!!
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ReplyDeletehahahahahahahahahaha I love it!!!!!
Deleteguess I better read your fb post for today to see what your next poem will be :-)... clever little ditty.
DeleteYour usual good job, Bonnie, and a sad one to boot.Hoping for brighter days for you.
DeleteNight is falling, I should have had someone pick me up.
ReplyDeleteThe concert is over, my only weapon is my violin.
I must walk by the spooky old haunted house.
I heard there are vagrants living there.
The concert is over,, my only weapon is my violin.
What if there are zombies living in the haunted house?
I heard there are vagrants living there.
It's nearly pitch black as I approach.
What if there are zombies living in the haunted house?
There's no way around it as I try to avoid it.
It's nearly pitch black as I approach.
I hear noises that are weird and loud.
There's no way around it as I try to avoid it.
I start to run but my legs feel like rubber.
I hear noises that are weird and loud.
The zombies are breathing down my neck.
I start to run but my legs feel like rubber.
I must walk by the spooky old haunted house.
The zombies are breathing down my neck.
Night is falling, I should have had someone pick me up.
lmbo!!!! this is a hoot! and I still love that old haunted house! at least it was still there last time I was home. Made that walk many a time myself and it was scary!..... BOO!!!! you did a great job with this poem!
DeleteOooo, creepy! Good feeling with this one, well done! You tell a great story.
DeleteSept 25
ReplyDeleteSIMPLE PLEASURES
I just wanted a little,
She wanted a little more.
It began as riddle:
What you got, and what's it for?
Then I looked down her rain barrel,
She slid down my cellar door.
Deleted and posted again because I couldn't stand the typo. It was driving me crazy.
DeleteI liked this, simple and sweet, reminds me of an old song I can't quite remember all of, just snatches...
DeleteAwww. I remember that song. And you perverted it. Sigh... LOL.
DeleteSept 26
ReplyDeleteNight is falling. You are not at home,
In fact, as far away as worth the bother,
And if, tonight, someone will hear you moan,
You'd better to be sure it's not your father.
Ha ha, so what are you moaning about is it a happy moan or a sad one? I vote for ecstasy.
DeleteHmmm, if you're far from home and your father is hearing you moan, it makes me wonder WTF he's doing there.
DeleteI screwed up the grammar, and that line came out all wrong. I meant something like it's a good thing you made sure you were far enough from home that your father couldn't hear you.
Deletethere were five of us
ReplyDeletetrapped in the old elevator
in a museum in Pittsburgh
suddenly it was pitch black
Danny screamed like a girl
I imagined them finding
our bones some day
Patty cried because we
weren't supposed to be there
Tom had a watch and kept saying
we were going to run out of oxygen soon
Naomi had a great idea
pry the doors open to let oxygen in
so, we busied ourselves trying
I said, aren't we expending a lot of oxygen?
Just then we heard a whir
and a grind and felt a jerk
the lights came on
slowly, ever so slowly, the elevator
climbed to the next floor
and we were saved
Fun, no wasted words, nice characterization.
DeleteWhew! Great story, I like the way it evolved.
DeleteWow. Awesome story, and well put together.
DeleteNight Has Fallen
ReplyDeleteDarkness closes in, it smothers my senses
In the woods totally defenseless
I only seek a haven during this long black night
Something to cling to While I wait for the light
I'm a long way from home, in my heart is cold despair
If only I had a friend with me, I could surely breath the air
I'm stifled hiding in myself, cringing from the unknown
Trying to summon the courage to do what I've been shown
We are taught to achieve and believe in a power
Now it's time for resolve, not to shake and cower
I will last this long night and live to fight another day
I'll make it back to my home where I think that I shall stay
mysterious and eerie... like the way it felt.
DeleteBrrr, hope the hero makes it ok. and stays home for the time being!!! Nice story in verse.
DeleteThe rhythm and rhyme are spot on for this one!! And it's great that everyone is taking such a positive take on these prompts which I thought were pretty dark.
DeleteA Simple Pleasure
ReplyDeleteIn the woods when a ray of sunlight
shines through and glimmers the
the color changing of the most glamorous leaves
It makes me get lost in the sight
time doesn't exist and an hour is only
a minute. Walking through the path I see
a small doe bend down to eat. It's the
most gorgeous thing to watch
How the world goes around and the simplest
thing like a leaf could be pleasure.
It makes you have a warm sensation go through
your whole body. Fall days, waking up
are such a phenomenon. While my son plays and gallops
Jumps into the red, orange, brown, yellow leaves.
Seeing him smile him smile from ear to ear
from having so much joy.
Welcome to a new voice and a fresh eye. Browning said "Less is more," and he's generally right, but sometimes more is more, and in this poem the repeated superlatives, the frequent reminders of how wonderful everything is, add up to a bubbling over of joyfulness.
Deletewhat a happy time you give us with this poem. the joy comes through with each line.
DeleteThanks for the praise to happiness and joy, always a pleasure to read about!
DeleteI love your attitude here, as well as your poem. Very nicely done.
DeleteMy favorite door key is the key to my heart.
ReplyDeleteAbout two and a half years ago, I learned I had
a little bundle of happiness growing inside of me.
He grew to be the most precious little boy]
It barely took any time and I fell in love with him.
My heart would melt at the thought.
Maybe I was a little young but I knew it
happened because it was supposed to happen.
When I'm having a bad day, he always tries to make
me smile. And I can't help but smile when I see
his beautiful smile smiling back at me.
He knows when I'm in pain, he will ask, "you ok mommy"?
This perfect little human being has the key to the
Door to my Heart!!!
awe!!!! this is so sweet
DeleteBreathtakingly sweet, and very poignant too. Welcome new poet!
DeleteLovely sentiment and WELCOME to our group!!!
Deletefind a pin and pin it on
ReplyDeletehave good luck all day long
find a pin and leave it lay
your luck will be bad the rest of the day
well, I found a pin
and I pinned it on
waited for good luck
all the day long
it didn't come
as I did watch and wait
but neither did bad luck
so, no luck was my fate
Ha Ha, cute one!
DeleteNice unexpected ending.
DeleteCute. I always thought it was a penny.
DeleteHaiku for 5 Prompts
ReplyDeleteThe key to the door
no longer will open it;
it broke in the lock.
My simple pleasure
is sitting in the sunlight
out on my back porch.
I'm late for my bus
and it is getting dark out
hope I can get home.
I sit in the dark
my beloved is with me.
we gaze at the stars.
The sidewalk is cracked
to keep my mother's back safe
I step carefully.
Daytime is best for life;
the night does not serve to save
the dark holds secrets.
I wait on the bench
someone will come and sit here
then I will meet hem.
I had the same idea but you beat me to it. And did such an awesome job of it I don't want to try it. Like you I had a busy week and am still on deadline to finish my newsletter before 2:30 this afternoon,so time to get back to it.
Deleteexcellent job!
DeleteHaving a busy week and several deadlines. Thus my effort for the prompts: haiku times 5.Cheers to all for their excellent efforts.
ReplyDeleteI really like this.
DeleteLOL. Being "super-busy" (darn, I should have used that last week,) I had planned to write a haiku series, but Tasha beat me to it. I still managed to write a very short 5/4 poem that incorporated all of the prompts:
ReplyDeleteAs night falls
she meet secretly
away from home,
responsibilities,
family.
She locks the hotel
room door, turns lights
out, shares simple pleasures,
tucks away
home through her back door.
She makes the sign
of the cross hoping for
salvation
but knows the night won't
save anyone.
"she meets secretly" - should be an "s" on the end of meet.
Deletenicely done! I'm impressed.
DeleteI love this.
DeleteVery beautiful. I love all of your poetry.
DeleteOh you are clever!!! Great job of a combination. We do think alike in some respects, interesting.
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