A happy new year
Full of promises and hopes
Future wide open
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Tag: Poetry
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Haiku – Discarded
A dirty road side
Used Christmas tree in the ditch
Season forgotten
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Who out there hates to see the lifeless Christmas tree carcass dragged to the curb and discarded this time of year? It really does make me sad to see it.
On a happier note – I have lots of short stories running free this week. Here are today’s free selections.
You can get Demon Energy, A Zombie New Year’s Eve, and A Zombie Thanksgiving at the links below. Thanks again for reading. I hope you guys had a great and merry Christmas.
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Haiku – By the Light of the Moon
A long midnight cruise
Sails up, filled out, billowing
Across the ocean
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For more prompts like “cruise” go here: Haiku Horizons
This song came to mind when I saw this challenge.
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Haiku – Christmas Day
Wrapped Christmas presents
Sitting under the green tree
Kids filled with wonder
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Haiku – Decorated
Ornaments hanging
Mixed and mingled with soft lights
Filled up with color
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I enjoy traditional Christmas songs set in a non-traditional way.
This is a great one I stumbled on.
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Haiku – Christmas Eve
Tucked in snugly tight
Covers pulled up to their chins
Kids wait for Santa
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For more prompts like “cover” go here: Haiku Horizons
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Just a reminder – A Vampire at Christmas is still running free today. Grab your copy at the links below and find out how a Vampire spends his Christmas holiday.
US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00KRCCTU0?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00KRCCTU0?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
If you would like a free copy of this story and you don’t have a Kindle just send me a quick email – atothewr@gmail.com. Let me know if you want an EPUB or PDF file. Also, if you would like more Holiday Tales check out either one of these links: EBOOKS and PRINT.
Have a very Merry Christmas!
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Haiku – Seasonal
Strings of Christmas lights
Wrapped around a green pine tree
Full of bright colors
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For more prompts like “string” go here: Haiku Horizons
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Now, most people would ask, why? Why worry about lawn decorations when the rest of the world was suffering through a Zombie Apocalypse?
It made Mike feel good inside, and he hoped that whoever saw it would feel a bit of that joy as well. That is why he did it. It might be a zombie-filled world, but he still hoped a lawn full of Christmas decorations would bring some kind of cheer to this dreary holiday season. It was the first Christmas since the zombie invasion. It was the first Christmas without his family. It was the least he could do.
Mike looked down at the four caroling zombies, as they went into a rendition of Frosty the Snowman, the year’s first snow only a couple of inches underneath their feet. The group, of course, was led by that one smart zombie. He was leading them and pointing to their books even though none of them turned a single page. He was the one that started grunting out the tune to Frosty just like the songs before, and the other zombies just sort of harmonized with his lead.
Mike aimed his gun at the leader, but had to stop because he couldn’t aim. His smile had turned into full-fledged laughter. He let the laughter pass, wiped the tears from his eyes, calmed himself, focused, and then started shooting.
By the time he was finished, fifteen zombies lay littered across the lawn, bleeding red into the snow, the four carolers included.
He went back inside, but didn’t feel up to the clean up just yet. He turned on the Christmas tree and watched the white and colored lights dance a blinking happy tune across the walls and ceiling of his room. He stoked the fire with more wood, turned on Christmas music, sat back in his chair, and closed his eyes. The last image he saw (which was on purpose mind you) was of the picture on his mantel. Smiles frozen forever, Christmas outfits never to be worn again.
From A Zombie Christmas, which you can find at the links below.
EBOOK:
US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004GUS7WS?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B004GUS7WS?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
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Haiku – Water Logged
Fog over the lake
Cool tendrils of thick white mist
Obscuring the view
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I always think of this movie when the fog rolls in.
Classic John Carpenter. One of my favorites.
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Haiku – Sailboat
Ocean going ship
Sails billowing, fat and full
Gliding on the blue
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I woke up after the 3 a.m. feed this morning with a Jimmy Buffett song playing on my headphone (yes, I said head phone. I lost the ear bud cover to the other piece, so I lopped off that one and just kept the one. Helps when feeding the baby or listening out for her cries). Anyway, a Buffett song was on and it got me thinking about the beach. Then that got me thinking about this Haiku.
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Haiku – 12/8/2015
Steamy creamy cup
Hot coffee on a cool day
Perfect afternoon
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If you need something to read this holiday season to go along with that cup.
Check out A Vampire at Christmas.
Available here.
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UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00KRCCTU0?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
You can also get it in print here as a bonus short story.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/1502731088
EXP:
This American city was a modern postcard of Christmas, so far removed from the ancient ones Talan had frequented in his native Europe during this time of year. It was picture perfect with fallen snow and Christmas splashed across everything. Each person he saw had arm loads of presents packed tight into cradling arms, last-minute shoppers rounding up what they could before the stores closed for the evening.
He stood there a moment and took it all in, sack growing heavy on his arms. He hated to leave this scene, hated to do what he had to do next, because Norman Rockwell couldn’t have painted a better picture than the one he was witnessing. But, he had to feed. He had to eat. The hunger was consuming him now, and the smell of the blood in these happy mortals was almost more than he could resist.
He found a dark alley, looked around, and seeing no one watching, leaped straight up, landing on top of a roof covered in three to four inches of fresh snow. His boots treaded lightly across this white ground, as he found a corner and stashed the sack. He then walked over to the door that led onto the roof. He pried it open, and slipped inside. Down a few sets of stairs, he found what he was looking for. It was an electrical outlet. He plugged in his IPod, looked around for a moment. He walked down to the door that opened onto this set of stairs. It was an emergency door, complete with siren and all, so he knew his IPod would be safe until he got back. He walked back up, onto the roof, and over to the edge of the building. He peered down. Seeing no one about, he stepped over the edge, and gently dropped back onto the snow-covered asphalt below.
A Poetry Journey 
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