Poem: Tanka – “Dirty Tanka Take II”


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New life beating in,

Hearts seeking opening for air,

Kisses smother breathe,

Echoes of Union in bliss form,

Salt, sweat, tears, breathing heavy.

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Pulling hair, soft, shorn,

Yesterday’s haircut noticed,

Stubble it burns skin,

Rash of red tells me you’re here.

No chance to tell what you’ll steal.

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A change of course when,

You kiss me deeply then kiss,

Trails of happiness,

Into deeper shores traverse,

Pleasures name we both chant.

Hedonist in moment,

Searching for lost territory,

Treasure found everywhere,

In a joyous joining cry,

Passion burns, enthralled, we dive —

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Naked skin and covers,

Fighting, every inch of domain,

Claiming conquests,

Certain areas are yours to find,

I explore my secret land

Judgement for our crimes,

Punish with your mouth, divine,

Never giving you,

Chance to win erotic dance,

Heated looks speak and skin glows.

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Ripping clothes I liked,

Not done out of spite, relax —

Leave worries outside,

In here there’s gold to find, keep,

“Miles to go before [we] sleep.”

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Always Be Grateful


Rosie shares some inspirational words.

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I don’t care who you are, I know you’ve been through a lot. Your sucky circumstances might not be as bad as the person next to you, but that doesn’t mean they’re not important. That doesn’t mean they don’t hurt you the same way.
Sometimes we reach lows in our life where we feel like giving up. Sometimes they last forever, we have no idea how long we’ll be stuck in the dark for. Other times they only last a short while and we shake it off, waiting for the next wave to hit us.

Maybe there’s not always something to be grateful for. Maybe it’s just hard to see at this point in your life. But there will be something to be grateful for in the future, there is always something you can be thankful for.

Those are the things you need to hold onto in life. One…

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NaPoWriMo: Poem – Shakespearen Sonnet – “Guiding Each Other “


And finally, our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to write a sonnet. Traditionally, sonnets are 14-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs (i.e., with a meter in which an unstressed syllable is followed by one stressed syllable, and so on). There are several traditional rhyme schemes, including the Petrarchan, Spenserian, and Shakespearean sonnets. But beyond the strictures of form, sonnets usually pose a question of a sort, explore the ideas raised by the question, and then come to a conclusion. In a way, they are essays written in verse! This means you can write a “sonnet” that doesn’t have meet all of the traditional formal elements, but still functions as a mini-essay of a sort. The main point is to keep your poem tight, not rangy, and to use the shorter confines of the form to fuel the poem’s energy. As Wordsworth put it, in a very formal sonnet indeed, “Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room.” Happy writing!

Please see the website for NaPoWriMo for more information. Rhyme scheme is abab, cdcd, efef, gg.

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Why do we forge ahead in life, no thought,

For others in our path, hindrance to steps,

Walking on people, won’t provide what’s sought.

Pick-up the down trodden, those who have wept,

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Provide helping hands, pick other’s up, give —

Show undeserved grace, to the sufferring,

We were there once, desperate, needing to live.

Falling apart at the seems, blustering.

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We’re here to aid others as we journey,

Time ticking past until, our lives are over.

Assisting friends, before they’re lost, learning.

Life isn’t ‘us;’ let kindness spillover.

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Emerging fresh, considering our steps,

Aiding ourselves, others, placing footsteps.

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Poem: Etheree – “Damage of Heart Break” 


 

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Sometimes it’s easier to write poetry when,

You’re not counting syllables yet I,

Find there’s no rhythm when you don’t,

Not enough words to describe life,

At times it’s a gong show,

I can’t seem to win,

Change can be hard,

Learning curve,

Growth hurts,

Stings,

Eyes,

Blind to,

Such patterns,

Never learning,

Experience, leaves burns,

Never healing on your body,

Not salvaging the heart scars, 

Heart yearns for an echo, one whose,

Heart shares its rhythm, no absence found,

By others who damaged our souls, hearts, skin.

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Perhaps, it begins, subtle opening.

Free time amazing, loneliness still,

Staying away from danger, they,

Who suck you dry for one night,

Leave without even notes,

Boxing the night into,

Their life pattern,

No loving,

Just sweat,

Lies,

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Come

Undone,

Eventually,

You’ll get bee stung,

Learning that you hurt,

With each bed sheet stumble,

Never having anyone there,

Returning home to empty rooms,

Shadows flickering in lamplight glows,

Home alone, no face taking her visage.

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Woman who broke your heart, beat your soul dead.

So you do the same to other women,

Leaving them lost, confused, tormented,

Promises you made never came,

Long gone you keep playing,

Filling up empty,

Strainer has holes,

You can’t fix,

Got to

Learn.

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Try,

Let her,

See a man,

Not merely bent,

Willing to work through it,

To let the path waters,

Flow, guide through trepidation,

Steps you must take for perdition,

Coming alive, fire consumes through pain,

Living life, though it hurts so good loving.

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