Written for: Your Daily Word Prompt https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/09/04/your-daily-word-prompt-loyal-ydwordprompt-september-4-2020/
Love Loyalty
Living together
Being the one and only
Ongoing for love
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Written for: Your Daily Word Prompt https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/09/04/your-daily-word-prompt-loyal-ydwordprompt-september-4-2020/
Living together
Being the one and only
Ongoing for love
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Written for WOTD: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/09/04/dilatory/
dilatory: slow to act
******I hope I don’t make you all crazy with my Cat in the Hat poetry!******
The cat was so sad
The children were gone
They had to go out
To school ‘cause it’s fun.
He wanted to play
But was dilatory
He should’ve been sooner
And now he’s sorry.
The cat he decided
To stay at their home
He’d wait for the bus
He’d try not to roam.
When the kids got to him
He’d be ready to play
He’d make sure the toys
Were hidden away
From the mom and the dad
Mom tried cleaning the house
When the kids were at school
She worked with her spouse
But once they get home
He’ll take out the toys
They’ll play with them all
They’re for girls and for boys.
And once they are done
The cat goes away
Back to his own home
Where he’s gonna stay.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction
I just read this blog, https://nixthecomfortzone.com/2020/09/04/in-one-word-poems/, and read about this type of writing. I want to try it with some of the Word of the Day Challenges.
This is Trish’s contribution to my challenge!
My contribution to #simply-6-minutes for this week, Tuesday 1 September 2020.
Lizard, by Stine Writing
This is randomly different!
The sound of this beast is familiar, even comforting.
The feel of the beast, the deep rumble is also a constant.
But something has changed!
Normally I travel in the plastic box, with the lid of holes.
Down deep in the darkness of Simon’s schoolbag.
I see light only in three places; between house and car, car to classroom – and in the canteen where Simon takes me out to play with his friends.
They call me Joe.
The name I call myself is Trevor!
But, I’ll answer to Joe in the small ways that I can.
I don’t run away and tolerate them handling me and nibble on the scraps they drop into my box.
The children are delighted.
I am tolerant, but bored.
BUT this new adventure is excellent!
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