FOWC with Fandango — Irate

Today’s word from Fandango is “irate.”

FOWC with Fandango — Irate 

 
If you’re mad then you’re irate 

But don’t you go and take that bait.  

They’ll hook you only if they can 

They’ll say you’re not a stronger man. 

They want you to feel guilt and shame 

But you’ll be the only one to blame.  

Don’t say a word to that nonsense 

Build up that wall, put up that fence.  

Show them that your heart is strong 

And this will only prove they’re wrong.  

Thursday Photo Prompt: #writephoto

Task: Write in any form, using the photo as inspiration for you piece.

Walking to the flames 

As I walk toward the flames 

I remember the names 

Of the people I know 

And the places I go. 

I think of the words that some people say 

To make it a good or a really bad day. 

Do I listen to them with their negative views? 

Do I compare them to politics seen on the news? 

It is all in my hand  

Which way I will stand 

To see my way through 

A day without you.  

FOWC with Fandango — School

School is over, school is done

let’s go home and have some fun.

Let’s play catch and let’s play tag

We’ll lose the rag in Capture the Flag.

When we are called to come on in

We’ll say tomorrow how we’ll begin

to play again when we get out

of school, we have to go no doubt.

Autumn Polyptoton Poem, October 24

Autumn Polyptoton Poem 

The leaves crackle as I walk down the walkway 

Watching for small creatures to appear from under the leaves. 

Mist covers my shoulders as the wind wisps through the path. 

No sound other than the crunch of my feet 

Crushing more leaves, leaving only fragments of summer behind.  

Quadrille

This week, I’d like you to quench our thirst for poems by playing with the word quiver.

I quiver and shake at the sound of the bike

as he pedals along next to me.

I don’t know his name nor do I like

the things that he says I will be.

I pedal my trike and just set my soul free.

Three Thing Challenge #37

Written for the Three Things Challenge for October 20, 2109 from Pensitivity 101: self, assaulted, hedgerow

Sitting along the hedgerow

I wonder where to go

Can I still belong here?

Can the wind still blow?

My mind drifts off to somewhere new

Assaulted by the sound.

The grasses green and flowers red

Insects and birds abound.

Sitting along the hedgerow

I know my time is now.

My present self is ready

to stand and take a bow.

Stand with me too

for you are part of all there is to be.

For life is like a labyrinth

A maze for you and me.

Three Things Challenge #35

Your final three things for the week are: personality, pimple, lead

There was a little fat man who laid upon his bed. He had a giant wrinkle and a pimple on his head.

He didn’t know what fun was, he always lacked in speed. He’d never won a race in life, he never took the lead.

One day he was so certain that he found a wife to love. He gave her all his money, a purple hat and glove.

Her personality was peaceful, her grace beyond divine. He knew one day he’d say to her, “I want you, be all mine.”

She’d say yes sir, I will, I do, I cannot live without. I love you too, we get along, a wedding without doubt.

He’d love that girl until he died, he’d never want to stray. She’d stay with him, as his wife, she’d never go away.

The little man he stayed real fat, his cake he loved to eat. The girl she loved to think about the day that they did meet.