Secret Santa

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Santa.”

I would give my father
Whom I never see
Being worlds apart
A private health fund
So he could get
The health he needs
To visit in Sydney
And meet the grandkids
He doesn’t know

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Winter’s Tale

A love that was meant to be
A love that could never be
A love that reminded me
That some loves are
Only for
Memory

Mistletoe

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Attention opportunists
You are now standing under mistletoe

Where, where?
Ah! Ha!

Mistletoe

😉

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Goodbye, hello!

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Goodbye office
Goodbye deadlines
Goodbye java
Goodbye springboot

Hello Indesign
Hello home office
Hello writing
Hello holidays!

My Year

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Be Resolved.”

Every year my hopes and dreams
Are the same as those of years gone by

Lose weight, exercise, eat well, sleep well, and read a book

This year I have gained weight, started Pilates, never felt hunger, survived on three hours sleep, and written a book

Next year my hopes and dreams are not the same as years gone by

Because for next year
My hopes and dreams are as follows

Lose weight, exercise well, eat well, sleep well, and publish a book

12/20/2014

Thanking OAPlascencia 🙂

Oscar Alejandro Plascencia's avatarIn So Many Words

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A World of Gratitude to Vonita Buirski of

Passion Through Poetry

for the inspiration and invitation

to partake in her visual poem,

FRIENDSHIP TREE.


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Nature or nurture?
This branch bares no fruit with seeds
Only blooms of Love.

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Cee’s Oddball Challenge 42 with Yellow

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Odd ball motorcar
Covered in multi colored
Spotty Polka Dots!

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: Week 42

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My First Love

Each day when falling the first time in love
That crazy, mixed up place
Secretly, when no words can be said
I would hear these words on the radio
And I knew, I just knew this would be our song
Just a short while, the best will be saved for last
Butterflies in my tummy!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cause, Meet Effect.”

Ripe

grapes

Dripping from branches
That would so graciously be
Adorned – Ruby Gems

One more entry needed for our Friendship Tree!
And then its a Happy Christmas to you 🙂