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Posts from the ‘Crimson’s Creative Challenge’ Category

Standing At The Gates

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #50

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The gates are locked

please let me in

Don’t leave me standing

I must come in

It is my time

please set me free

Don’t leave me out

please let me in

I know I’ve sinned

please don’t rescind

Open up the gates

please let me in

Here I will remain

waiting and anticipating

For the gates to

open for me

Heaven is where

I want to be

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Stained Glass – Haiku

CCC#47

Brilliance of colours

Shine through stained glass reflecting

yellows, blues, and reds

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47.

 

Fools On The Hill

the hill

The hill was steep

You couldn’t hear a peep

Till we rolled down the hill

Like Jack & Jill

Giggles and laughs

we looked back at the path

To where we started

Our butts really smarted

Then … one of us farted

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46.

 

 

 

 

 

Down by the River

This poem is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45.

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Standing on the shoreline I gaze across the river

The day is chilly but yet I stay put and shiver

Daydreaming with memories of my childhood

Of all the times when I’d come here to collect driftwood

The water back then was always choppy

We’d ride down to the river in my father’s jalopy

I come here now to reminisce

Here is where we had our first kiss

So many wonderful memories

Over half a century

This has to be my favorite place

Memories that I’ll always embrace

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41

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Fred, look over there, what the hell is that?

Ethell, that there is a Canadian goose and he’s staring back at us.

What do you think he’s doing here Fred?

He’s probably cruizing around just like we are in search of food.

Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves. I hear Canadians are quite friendly.

I’ve heard that Canadian geese can be quite rude Ethell if you get too close to them.

Okay, Fred then let’s get the flock out of here.

 

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This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41.

Stairs

CC#40

Sarah and Mary had gone into the woods one day to find the perfect place where they could sit, sketch or paint the surrounding scenery.

As they were walking they came to a clearing spotting a small set of stairs. They both got a puzzled look on their faces and began questioning why was a set of stairs here. They went up a knoll and at the top, there was nothing except a continuation of the woods, or so it appeared. The light in the clearing was quite bright.

Could this possibly be the “Stairway to Heaven”?

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Post #40.

 

 

 

 

Who Built This Bridge

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I see a bridge that’s made very badly

I would pay someone to fix it gladly

To let the boats through to the other side

Only of course when there’s no rough tide

The wood is good, the chains are strong

When they built it something went wrong

When it’s down you can walk across

Just be careful not to trip on the moss

 

This silly little poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #39.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day at the Seashore

4 stanza haiku about the seashore

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Bridge or Fence

CCC#34

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“Seems like a strange place to put a fence don’t you think? Looks like they wanted to give you the impression that it’s a bridge, yet I don’t see any water, do you? Want to go and explore?” she asked.

“I’m sure it’s private property but … what the hell, he said, Let’s see where it goes at least.”

 

There was a bridge, across the road

From here I could see there were toads

We crossed the road and to our surprise

The bridge was covered in big black fly’s

Then it hit us like a ton of bricks

The smell was bad and it was thick

So we left the bridge alone

Decided to run, all the way home

 

“It’s bloody sewer pipes. Why make such a pretty bridge over something that smells so bad!” she said.

“Come on, let’s get as far away as possible from this place. They probably did this to deter people from poking around on their property.”

 

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bundle of Sticks

CCC#33

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Bundles of sticks lay on the forest floor

Thinking to myself,

What a score!

Baskets I could make and

I would with no mistake

Carry them back to my cabin,

I put them in my wagon

Suddenly I stopped

and thought

Someone made these bundles

and then I heard a rumble

I put them back quick

thinking I was slick

I grabbed the wagons handle

This walk no longer a ramble

I ran as fast as I could

All turned out good

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.