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C.J. Carrow

C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun. Finding I am heavily skewed to poetry and may release an anthology in due course.

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C.J. Carrow

C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun. Finding I am heavily skewed to poetry and may release an anthology in due course.

129
Writings
19
Followers
0
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Feet of Freedom

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Instead of a home,

I choose to roam,

It’s where the heart is after all.


My life is a tome,

Free from one dome,

At the beck of nature’s call.


My nomadic friends,

No plans must they tend,

Flutter in and out of my life.


My journey has bends,

And when I meet my end,

Adventure will be known as my wife.


I live with my choice,

My feet match my voice,

I’m happy to live with the cost.


With friends I r...

Poetry

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The Thin Veneer

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Wake up and don my mask:

My smile for the day.

Through every mundane task,

The grin is here to stay.


I laugh when I’m supposed to,

All the talk is small.

“We need a man, I proposed you!”

“Then I shall heed the call!”


More duty but I see no more pay,

“Just think of the long term!”

In the meantime, this game I play,

On the hook like baited worm.


Sometimes I feel my mask slipping,

A crack in the v...

Poetry

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It Pays To Bee Kind

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting,

Birds are less likely to swoop than they are to sing,

A bark or a bite is more rare than a lick,

A horse will be ridden more than it gives kicks.


Humans are the same, we’re simple at heart.

We will stay united until you tear us apart.

You have my respect, until you do something to lose it.

You’ll have my trust so long as you don’t abuse it.


But...

Poetry

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Handmade

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Like a card made by a child,

With abstract hearts and flowers.

The crayons scratch about so wild,

For what must feel like hours.


Like a pizza made from scratch,

A dough ball left to rise.

Spun around and then a catch,

Grown to the perfect size.


Like a woollen cardigan,

Knitted with such care.

There is no need to start again,

Ready for you to wear.


Your hand as is looks incomplete,

An unattended...

Poetry

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When The Stars Fell

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

That summer night, looking up at the sky,

A shimmering light, drew itself to my eye.

A shooting star, with not even a swish,

Though I was afar, it allowed me a wish.


World peace? No famine? What should I choose?

Even out wealth between collars white and blue?

I could change the world, with one little thought,

But instead I was selfish, I have to report.


Be taller? Be smarter? Eternal bliss?

Have...

Poetry

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Through The Haze

C.J. Carrow

2 min read

I sit atop a cloud like throne, here I am the King.

Answer the call of my rainbow phone, before it even rings.

“Please kind lord we need your help, can you save us sir.”

A call to action is the yelp, I’m there within a blur.


A fire burns in front of me, some children stuck their place.

I will help to set them free, I run up the spiral staircase.

I reach the top in a rush, the smoke it swirls arou...

Poetry

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The Scream & The Silence

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

The scream — it penetrates my ears,

And fills my mind with fear.

A dream? No this is real to hear,

Danger must be near.


My eyes dart, where is the source?

I blink in code like Morse.

Being smart, with silent pause,

To not attract the cause.


Others pass, they do not stop,

No alarm or calling cops.

Is this a farce, are they all props?

Does this go to the top?


A subtle glance, as one walks by,

Gi...

Poetry

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The Guests And The Glass

C.J. Carrow

2 min read

It was Friday in the evening,

My friends were getting bored.

And as a fan of Steven King,

One produced a ouija board.


We put our fingers on the glass,

It began to skid and slide.

Zigging, zagging, oh so fast.

Our mouths were open wide.


One letter, two, and then a third.

Was it writing a name?

In the end formed seven words,

“Do you want to play a game?”


And then a stillness followed,

I looked a...

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Overheard In The Library

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Tick, tock — the deadline looms,

My stomach churns with dread.

I focus in this quiet room,

Connect thoughts in my head.


Then I hear a whisper,

Behind the nearest shelf.

“Now you never met me mister,

You wrote all this yourself.”


I see a man leave with a grin,

Relief across his face.

It seems that he has had paid to win,

Or at least avoid disgrace.


In his wake a hooded girl,

Counting stacks of c...

Poetry

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No Words Needed

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

They say that silence is golden,

I agree, when it is around you.

Just quietly comfortable holding,

No words needed between us two.


As you sit and you read your book,

And I play my gaming device.

You snuggle up into my nook,

And I think, “well, isn’t this nice.”


The kids asleep in their beds,

And the fire crackles gently.

But alas, this is all in my head,

A fiction that only I see.


The laughter ...

Poetry

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