Jellyfish jolts

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Prone to misfortune
And many blunders
As her poor mind
Would often wander

She made
A terrible mistake
Of getting up
At daybreak

And she set out
To the sea
Hoping for a day
Of soaring free

But the girl’s spirit
Led her astray
As the tide swept
Her cares away

And after that first
Erroneous step
She sighed from her
Nonchalant attempt

Because one stride
Became too many
As she nearly squashed
A silver jenny

And the next footfall
Was even worse
Such an unfortunate
Squishy curse

For that jellyfish
Wasn’t missed
And that pathetic girl
Just yelped and hissed

The stinging jolt
Was quite unamusing
Leaving her foot
Swollen and oozing

The unlucky girl
Had only wanted a day
To leave her burdens
Far away

But her carefree
And heedless endeavors
Were tragically
Tainted forever

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Jellyfish jolts

A clump of bitter thoughts

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A clump of bitter thoughts
Courses through my mind
If only I could strangle my emotions
And leave the world behind

But my rage is in full bloom
Bursting with savage, ugly truths
And if it wasn’t so damn hot
I’d shout my anguish from the roofs

And there’s also a pile of ash
Circling round my head
I can never seem to catch it
And it’s something that I dread

So adding to my frustration
I’m dealing with all of that too
And I wonder how does one cross-over
When they can never see their way thru

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Misaligned and malevolent

Perfect stranger

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I watched each step
As she crossed that road
After leaving the safe shelter
Of her humble abode

Her clothes looked comfortable
With billowy cotton sleeves
And I suspected her socks
Were likely pulled up to her knees

Her hat was placed neatly
Atop a bed of pearly white hair
And as she slowly strode along
I couldn’t help but stop and stare

Her strides were shortened
By hips that dared not move
And her uniquely designed cane
Didn’t do much to improve

She seemed determined
Yet unhurried in decisive fashion
To get to wherever it was
Which was driving her inner passion

I sensed freedom in her jaunt
Though not of the physical kind
And I believe our brief encounter
Was solely meant to remind

For she made me think of the worries
The ones I cling to every day
And yet she so unintentionally
Seemed to leave hers miles away

I knew she’d discovered the secret
Found only in aging years
The one we all hope to find
To help lessen our irrational fears

And so she taught me a lesson that day
About my own life and who I am
And how I shouldn’t worry about the things
That I will never fully understand

I just wish I could thank her
For the encouragement she provided
It’s hard to find that these days
In a world so terribly divided

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Blank page

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You stare at me
All bright and clean
Forever taunting
It’s so damn mean

I know your game
I’ve seen it before
Ever daring me
To come explore

To drip my ink
Upon your page
Convincing me
It’s all the rage

But what if I finally
Told you no
Would you then
Just let me go

Or would you dare me
To be your writer
Suggesting I stay
For an overnighter

I can tell you this
You’re wasting your attempts
Cause I feel nothing
But contempt

So unless you want
Your page turned grey
Think I’ll just
Be on my way

© 2019 Michelle Cook

What would you do?

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What would you do
If you had a whole day?
Would you leave behind the things
That always get in your way?

Would you watch a sunset?
Or perhaps fly a kite?
Maybe sit on your front porch
And drink milkshakes all night?

What would you do
If you had an entire week?
Would you search for all the things
You’ve been dying to seek?

Would you act like a pirate?
And finally go on an adventure?
Searching far and wide
For that lost buried treasure?

What would you do
If you had a full month?
Would you express to the whole world
That you’ve had quite enough?

Would you go on a rampage?
Perhaps tell everyone how you feel?
Or would you just stay inside
And keep everything concealed?

What would you do
If you had a complete year?
Would you investigate all the things
Which have never been clear?

Would your curious mind take over?
Would you become a sleuth?
Perhaps a professional eavesdropper
So you could uncover the truth?

What would you do
If you had a forever?
Would you still stay inside
Even in good weather?

Or would you finally just enjoy
Everything you’ve got
And not let your life
Be all for naught

What would you do?

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Hold Your Hankering Horses

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Hold your hankering horses
You know you really must
A little patience is so important
Or else you’ll surely bust

Hold your hankering horses
And quit being so demanding
Don’t you know life is always better
With a little bit of understanding?

Hold your hankering horses
Your antsy attitude needs to go
People don’t like impatience
This is something you ought to know

Hold your hankering horses
Just sit still and listen to me now
I’m explaining your main issue
And if you want to fix it, this is how

Hold your hankering horses
Get a grip and don’t wind up in a tizzy
I’m sorry to say that your behavior
Is only making the rest of us dizzy

Hold your hankering horses
This is the last thing I’m going to say
If you can’t calm down and be patient
Then please just go away

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Hold your hankering horses

 

An indecisive tale

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Peering out from the dark cavern
A brilliant light shone from the other side of the lake
Her intuition told her to be cautious
And yet her curiosity was more than she could take

The light flickered in luminescent waves
Dancing across the water’s edge
Captivating her inquisitive mind
She didn’t hesitate to forgo her pledge

So off she went to explore the island
Lured by the radiance of such an unusual sight
And as her boat landed on the southern shore
Her senses began filling her with fright

Savage beasts appeared to be dancing
Amongst the glow of flaming embers
And she watched as screaming prisoners
Were all mercilessly dismembered

Before long she was spotted on the shore
And those barbarians sought her without delay
A prize she certainly was
A sitting duck on carnivorous display

And though she tried her best to escape
The cannibals were far too many
They looked at her as a gift from the gods
As if she were a lovely bright shiny penny

It seemed she was far too beautiful to kill
So instead the chief made her his wife
And now she lives in the lap of luxury
Resigned to eating people with a fork and knife

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  A brilliant light shined from the other side of the lake.

 

The cobweb cloaked coven

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Pearl was a pistol
Janezza was a jerk
Glenda was a grumpy ol’ git
Who drove everyone berserk

Nilda was the nice one
But Irma drove her insane
And because of Henrietta’s hexes
Neither one now has a brain

Daniella was a devil
And yet she was always liked the best
But mostly only by male devils
Who liked staring at her chest

Wanda was the youngest witch
She’d bring warlocks home each day
But because of her venereal diseases
She could never get any of them to stay

Tilly was the tallest
Until Shirley shot right past
Now they’re both so old they’re shrinking
And wondering how life went by so fast

Lastly there was Lily
The prettiest witch of all
Until one day her wand exploded
Causing bits of her to be strewn across the wall

The cobweb cloaked coven has since retired
Put up their brooms and stored away their wands
And if you ever want to find them
You’ll have to go looking beyond the beyond

But be careful if you go there
For those old biddies they aren’t so sweet
And if you visit them for Halloween
You may just get a trick instead of a treat

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; The cobweb cloaked coven

Nightmarish Newts

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Clouds part
And the shadow’s curse
For each nightmare knows
What’s coming is worse

Since blackest night
May cause fears
But it’s the moon arising
That brings most fears

Hairs prick
As the howling cries begin
And the man in the moon shivers
Losing his grin

For the demon’s call
Is surefooted and true
Be careful and look out
Or the newts may catch you

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; Nightmarish newts

Poor Petunia

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She heard him stumble in
Smelling of smoke and cheap wine
It was half past two
And he had crossed the line

She’d been sound asleep
In such peaceful repose
Then he staggered in
And began licking her toes

She tried to be nice
Even gave him a quick wink
But she was tired of his shenanigans
Whenever he would drink

So she rolled right over
And ignored his advances
He needed to learn
There were only so many chances

© 2018 Michelle Cook


*This is Petunia’s side of the story, you can find Peter’s here.

Poor Peter

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He came to her
With eyes sparkling bright
It was half past two
In the middle of the night

He was grinning wide
From ear to ear
And had a message for her
That was crystal clear

She winked at him
Then went back to sleep
He was left dazed and confused
Yet made not a peep

His mischievous smile faded
As he gave up the go
Accepting the sad truth
That there would be no show

© 2018 Michelle Cook


This is Peter’s side of the story, you can find Petunia’s here.

Buckets of Wishes

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Scattered haphazardly
Filling the great expanse
Lies infinite buckets of wishes
Created carefully in advance

Each one brims to overflowing
Radiating iridescent dreams
And pools of liquid star dust
Gush out between the seams

These shimmering streams of magic
Mesmerizingly cascade
Throughout the mighty caverns
Searching for crevices to invade

It’s a curious sight to observe
A spectacle most will never behold
And some believe it a mere fabrication
Because they trust what they’ve always been told

After witnessing such an extraordinary scene
And watching moonbeams slosh upon the floor
I can honestly tell you without a doubt
This bizarre place really isn’t folklore

So I invite you to come and take a glimpse
Into this world of whimsy and fun
Come fly with me to the moon and back
The merriment just can’t be outdone!

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Artichokes and anchovies

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Cooking takes time
Ever stirring the pot
Spicing and tasting
So you know what you’ve got

Throwing in a dash of this
And a little bit of that
Until you’ve got a tasty mixture
Bubbling in the vat

Artichokes and anchovies
Add a great amount of flavor
They’re surely the ingredients
You’ll find that you want to savor

If you’re an ogre that is
Because who else would eat those things?
I can only imagine the upset
The very combination would bring

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Artichokes and anchovies

Cloudy dimensions

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A world away
In the realm of reflections
Lies a cloudy array
Of peculiar dimensions

There are windows to view
Dazzling horizons
And archways which lead
To paths full of diamonds

This place of magic
Is full of shimmering light
And curious creatures soar
In and out of sight

It’s a wondrous place
So difficult to believe
And nearly impossible
For anyone to conceive

And chances are
Most will never see
All the fascinating things
Which live here so carefree

It’s just one of those places
Most will sadly never find
For you really must be
In a whimsical state of mind

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Cloudy dimensions

Warty

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Warty was her loathsome name
And magic was her very best game
She put other witches to awful shame
With her unrivaled and eagle-eyed aim
She seemed a fairly normal witchy dame
Except for her keen ability to maim
Which was actually sort of depressing and lame
As she could inflict the worst ever pain
And after a single swish and flick of her cane
It was horrendous what some people often became
The majority were certainly never the same
Since her barrage of enchantments left most insane

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Witchy warts