Fact or Fiction…

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As I lay in bed, I can see the tree’s shadow dancing on my walls.

It’s a cold and windy night, a storm is approaching.

Sometimes, I feel the wind will rip the roof right off.

I am all by myself, about 30 miles out-of-town.

It’s almost midnight and the wind is blowing hard.

I always get a strange feeling at night, when the clock strikes 12.

I try my best to get comfortable, trying not to think, that I am all alone.

All of a sudden, I hear a loud noise outside. The noise gets closer and closer.

Something is outside, running around my place. It’s so close, I can hear it breathing.

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Hugs for my sweet Winnie-the-Pooh…

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Hugs for me… Hugs for you…

Hugs for my sweet Winnie-the-Pooh.

Scampering over the hills, with Winnie, Roo and Christopher Robin too.

Oh!  What fun we will have on this bright sunny day.

Come on Rabbit, let’s play!

Oh!  Where can Piglet be?  Is that Eeyore by the tree?

I am hiding behind the bush, hoping to be free, from a tag, so no one can see me.

What’s that noise I hear?  Its Owl in the tree!

Oh dear, I whisper, please don’t tell on me.

I run from my spot and go up the hill.

Hair in my eyes, I run into Roo.

Tigger comes bouncing by full of glee.

We must go find Kanga, to have a cup of tea.

Pooh says, “What about honey, instead of tea?”

Here comes Eeyore and Piglet, now I am happy as can be.

This day has been wonderful, with having all my friends to see.

Four and twenty blackbirds looking at me

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I lay in bed tired as can be

I look to the window and what do I see

Four and twenty blackbirds looking at me

I must be dreaming, this I possibly can’t see

I open my eyes wide and sure enough they’re looking at me

I get nervous thinking of that bird movie on tv

I don’t mind birds, but just a few

This is obvious too many, what to do

I close my eyes again, to get a wink or two

As I turn over and open one eye

I realize it’s 3am and just a dark sky

No more ice cream before bed

I can’t handle these visions in my head

I got me a sticker…

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I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my wall, stick it on my doll

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my door, stick it on my drawer

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my book, come and take a look

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my moms car, I better run far…

I and my hoverboard up in the air…

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Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Ten: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus

I and my hoverboard up in the air

My hover board comes tomorrow!

I can’t wait…

As soon as the package comes,

I will rip it open with a scream.

For I am the only one,  that will have one on my block.

The kids will be jealous, but I won’t care.

I and my hoverboard up in the air.

I’ll go to the store, maybe the mall.

Maybe to the drive in…

To score a hot dog.

I will keep my hoverboard under my bed.

Safe and secure, out of sight and out of reach.

Oh, the places we will go…

To the zoo, then the park.

Or maybe just riding it down my street, for everyone to see.

My lost sock monkey…

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Writing 201: Poetry. Day Eight: Drawer, Ode, Apostrophe

My lost sock monkey

What’s in my drawer?

Let’s me see…

A copper penny and three candies.

My favorite purple scarf and my lost sock monkey.

Oh, where have you been?

I love you so…

Looked thick and thin and there you were.

Sorry, you were put in the drawer.

At least you were safe, from any intruder.

Now that I found you…

Up you go… Safe and secure.

My lost sock monkey.

His name is Herman.

Didn’t you know?

Soft and cuddly.

A site to see…

I love my sock monkey.

And I think, he loves me.

You wave goodbye…

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Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Seven: Fingers, Prose Poem, Assonance


You wave goodbye

I glance at my hands

I see the roughness

The white spots and veins

Age begins to take its toll

I used to write well…

Now it hurts to hold a pen

Sometimes the pain is excruciating

I massage them with care

Appreciating each finger

When I’ve seen cracks I took care of you

Every two weeks, I made sure to get you a makeover

My friend we’ve been through a lot

At times we’ve carried over 6 bags

When we should have only carried two

I never really thought about you and all the work you do

Now as I look you over, brown spots and all,

I  will make sure to give you my all

Sweet Water…

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Sweet Water

I open the red box with glee.

I can’t wait, to hang it by my window, in my big oak tree.

As I wait and wait…

A hummingbird notices the new treat.

The water rocks back and forth.

The sun glistens through the bottle.

The hummingbird stops in mid-air.

to take a look around…

Then continues drinking each drop with vigor.

It can’t get enough of the sweet water.

Its wings flap with such vibrant motion,

stopping to look at me in the window.

I wonder, what is it thinking about…

Just as the hummingbird, might wonder, what am I thinking about…

My Hero… <3

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Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Six: Hero(ine), Ballad, Epistrophe

My Hero

She’s my comforter, my encourager

She’s my rock, my stylist

She’s my listener, my go-getter

She’s my teacher, my friend

She’s my chauffeur, my sous-chef

She’s my inspiration, my muse

She’s my hero, my mom