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Poetry

Morning Battle

#Morning #Battle #writeclub

Head stuck under the pillow

Feet reaching for the floor

Toes feeling the cold tingle of wood floor

and making a retreat for the duvet

Rumble of morning traffic

passing by the close by road

engaged in a battle to reach their destination

Formula 1 – but without the engine

Perhaps it was a good idea

Maybe it had to be done

But sticking your head under ice cold water

couldn’t be considered much fun

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Acrostic Art Poetry

Iceberg

#Writeclub #Iceberg

Iceberg

In the watery depths – it waits
Cold hearted assassin
Engaging its prey
Boats don’t stand a chance…
Even when clad with mighty armour – They’re
Rounded up as they try to escape – and attacked,
Grounded – or Sunk

If wide eyed

Captains don’t open their

Eyes – the crew they work with will get a surprise

Being jostled by the giant of frozen ice

Engaging a giant ? the boat pays a price

Rocking the boat or bashing its hull

Gushing in seawater till the hull , it is full

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Character Drink Food Poetry Seasons

In the Fridge

#Napowrimo #Inthefridge

Salford. 8th April 2020

A tale of an ice cube in Summer, by Inky

An ice cube took a holiday

from the freezer he was in

took a trip to warmer times

enjoying with a grin

He sat on a place by some fruit

just by the processed meat

and began to drip on his saucer

staying together – a bit of a feat

Avoiding the butter and onions

he waited in his pool

dripping away in the fridge

while others thought it cool

but then oh what a great big show,

as into a jug he did go

joining the fruit and ice cubes in the pool

keeping the humans lovely and cool

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Acrostic Drink Fruit

Press

Part – time juicer of oranges

Reels out stories and photos for

England’s tabloid press – so he can

Serve up iced drinks to the masses on

Summer weekends

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Poetry Weather

Frosted

#Winter #Grass #frost #fowc

You could tell that winter was here

for each blade of grass

was sitting in the place it was rooted

unable to move – why ?

Tiny little ice crystals were holding them tight

only moving for the giant boot

coming across the field

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Poetry Seasons Winter

Sounds of Winter

#ice #snow #winter

Early morning wake up call

the winds are bawling

“Jack frosts been calling”

Dancing with the frost fairies

all across the land

And underfoot, the fallen leaves

have hardened up and stood their ground

deciding not to be pushed around

defiantly cracking as you tread

a sign they’re sleeping – and not dead.

The crunch of frosted grass – like ice

is enough for some to think twice

for as you make your way to your house

creeping into warm like a church mouse

in a nest under tiles, their covered up thrice

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Poetry

Aurora

#Aurora #Weekend #Writing #Prompt

A weekend writing prompt from https://Sammiesscribbles.wordpress.com

Poem or Prose in 28 Words – Okay!!!!

Polar bears are partying

under nights light show

the snow is twinkling

with various different colours

moving about on ice

like the mirrorball chasing

the disco floor beams

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Poetry

Poetic

#Fowc #Poetic

Performing Penguin

on the ice

engages with his fellow birds

the only way he can

in the art of juggling his dinner

could you call it poetry in motion ? the audience think so

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Poetry

Sunset over Alykanas

I watched
with my feet still sat in wet sand
as the evening skies faded
like a fire in outer space
day turned slowly into night
and silver fish still circled
as a central point of
fire and ice
waited for the many moons
in the grecian sky to settle in their spots
like diamonds in the sky

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Acrostic Poetry Winter

Careful Now

Gingerly

Got to admit, that first layer of frost on the ground

In-stills me with an air of trepidation

Not exactly fear, but as you make your way from here to there

Going across the icy surfaces

Expect a slip or slide or two – especially by the

Roadside pavements where Jack frost refuses to budge

Little steps carefully taken are what’s required here, or

You’ll slip up on that iced up path