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The Vows

I vow from this day,
To always find a way,
Through life’s obstructions.
With no interruptions.
To see them as the thrills.
Like cyclic, rolling hills.
I promise to respect and trust,
To never let our love rust.
When I look into your eyes,
Sparkling lapis lazulis,
There is an open door I see,
To which I say “open sesame”.
I’ll always stay true.
Honey, I love you.

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In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt Challenge #34 found here

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Driftwood

Each wave of blue ribbon,
Washes upon the sand,
Bringing driftwood;
Memories clouding my mind, and
Offering as much solace as red clay,
From rusted rocks in mud.
A fossil from the past, best forgotten.
I turned my back on the deep dark wood,
In search of the blazing sun.
Grassland was all I found,
Drenched in my tears.
Though I’m thankful for the sound,
Of breaking waves.
I’m grateful for the colour,
Of sun rises.
I hope I live to see another.

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In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt Challenge #28 found here

Disorganised, yet appropriate.

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Gratitude for Average

If I was a dessert,
I’d be the humble banana split,
A reliable ally.
I just don’t have the character,
Of the rich key lime pie.

If I were a flower,
I’d be the plain-petalled daisy.
No obvious dangers.
I just don’t have the character,
Of grandma’s hydrangeas.

Being average runs in the family,
Nothing mystical to see here.
I’m thankful though.
I just don’t have the character,
To put on a show.

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In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt Challenge #27 found here

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Haunted House

My home town, is a home to many.
But houses like ours, there aren’t any.
Amidst the fog, the spotlight reveals,
This grubby house, we keep concealed.
The pyramid roof, distinct jasmine aroma,
Scuffed bubblegum walls, with a musty persona.
There is no furniture, just a worn carpet,
A grainy beige, like sand underfoot. 
When crows pry, disturbing our memories,
A scarecrow spooks them, so we make enemies.

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In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt Challenge #25 found here

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A Tale From Above

Come and take a seat beside me.
Add more kindling to the fireplace,
Clasp your hot cocoa, and listen.
I have a tale from a higher place.

We lay on the dark side of a purple mountain,
Majesties of the skies precipitated.
A torrential downpour, like a monsoon,
Forcing us to run, until deflated.

We thought we had found a safe place,
But we were in astounded disbelief,
To find a marginalised population,
Covered with a single fig leaf.

In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #24 found here

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Rebellious Friends Forever

Remember the day we became friends?
If only a childhood never ends.
Our friendship ignited like sawdust to an ember,
In my club, you were the only member.
We hated ballet slippers and leotards,
So we would sneak away for a game of cards.
We would always hide in the shadows,
Avoiding the colour of a kitten’s nose.
Remember when we missed the school bus?
We hid behind the shelter, so it left without us.
Instead we disappeared to a distant bay,
And pranced around endless dunes all day.
You were always the apple of my eye,
I know who to call for an alibi.

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In response to Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #23 found here

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Career? No idea!

When I consider my dream career,
I sink into a huge black hole.
My ideas are as abundant as saffron.
I find no certainty in my soul.

I lack the bravery of a lion heart,
I can’t do public speaking.
I’ll never have a saxophone solo,
As I’m not attention seeking.

All I know is I want to feel valued,
Like the elephant’s ivory.
I will set myself a goal:
By spring, I’ll know who I want to be.

In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #22 found here

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Worth Waiting For

We are parched of hope.
Two tulips in spring.
Lost in a field of poppies,
So wild, and unforgiving.

I falter, I wither,
In emotional turmoil.
I pine for your company,
Though anchored to the soil.

Where’s my refuge, my nursery?
I’m a solitary flower,
Come and quench my thirst,
With all the love I can devour.

I seek hope by the water,
Clear as a looking glass,
It reflects the damage of our parting.
When will this menace pass?

Oh, won’t you come and find me?
My strength, you can restore.
Let your touch console me.
You are still worth waiting for.

In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #21 found here