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#NovemberNotes Day 9/Saturday Mix: Poem – Shadorma – “Be a Riser” #amwriting #poetry #hope #saturdaymix


For November Notes the Day 9 song is called ” 1-800 – 273 – 8255″ Logic featuring Alessia Cara and Khalid. I reversed the songs for Day 8 and Day 9 so Day 9’s actual song was completed yesterday. As per usual combining prompts with Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Prompt of a shadorma form poem about emotion.

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Credit: Ricardo Gomez Angel via Unsplash

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“1-800 – 273 – 8255” by Logic featuring Alessia Cara and Khalid

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“The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines

(sestet)  with no set rhyme scheme.

It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5.

It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter” (Popular Poetry Forms).

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You’re on the —

Low of life that’s fine,

Just take time,

Realize —

No one can see the future,

Sit down, stay awhile.

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Take your time,

Value the time you have,

So your low,

Many more —

Are deeper in dirt than you,

So, rise another day.

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If you’re here,

You matter a lot,

Building life —

Takes much time,

Nothing is perfect, it hurts,

Rise to the challenge.

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You don’t want —

To be alive but —

You don’t know,

What it is

Truly breathing free, inhaling —

Life is tough, rise up.

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Find your help —

Seek out others to —

Stop the thoughts;

Those anxious,

Murmurs insecure and bleak,

Rise you are not weak.

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Emotion’s bleed,

Guy or girl life hurts.

Healing is —

A process.

Don’t quit, don’t give in; fight on —

Sun always rises.

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Your life is —

Precious but, —

You hear what you feel;

Alone with —

No hope or —

Reason to survive, find faith —

God cares, she cares, rise.

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You matter,

You’ll see put down your —

Weapon, don’t inflict —

Dying wounds.

Breath, seek help,

There are phones beyond no home,

Let her in and rise.

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She wants you —

To feel the light’s glare,

Sunshine with,

Delightful —

Rays of hope; fight on, don’t end —

Your life, rise up, swim.

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You don’t want —

To try anymore,

But there’s her,

Heart beating —

Next to yours, so hope, believe,

Rise for tomorrow’s.

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Tomorrow,

Never dies, the —

Words are true.

Life is yours,

Your legs tremble so walk on,

Rise, you’re valuable.

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Innately you;

Irreplaceable.

If you left,

Her heart would —

Shatter; others too would wonder,

Why such promise fell.

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Let them in,

They can’t see inside,

Thoughts rolling,

So fast, get —

Their attention, ask ’til —

Taking their hands you rise.

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You want life,

You choose it crying,

Not easy —

To admit,

You want to be alive, not dead,

Rise up, live well.

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#NovemberNotes Day 6/Saturday Mix: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Wildness Imparts” #amwriting #poetry #SaturdayMix


For November 5th, The Prompt song is “Wild Heart” by The Bleachers featuring Sarah Bareilles. Also combining the prompt with Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie double take Prompt. It uses homophones so words that are pronounced the same way but are spelled and mean something different. Here are Sarah’s two sets of homophones:

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draftpreliminary version

draughtgust of wind; a depth of water needed to float a ship

findlocate something

finedto have to pay a penalty

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Credit: Keyang Zheng

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Wild Hearts” – The Bleachers Ft. Sarah Bareilles

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Life’s one draft, no perfect words imparted,

Not even the winds strong draught or gale un-fashions,

Beauty in the eye’s fake without passion;

All we need is a path to our wild hearts.

I’m not unique, observing those a part,

The wretched, disabled shown no compassion.

No coins, bills, but offensive reactions,

We all need a path back to our wild hearts.

So blaze trails ‘cross sun’s fire and find wildness.

There’s steep fines for our thoughtless mindlessness.

When we stopped talking we neglected,

Cutting off conversing without focus.

It’s why I ask you to find your wild hearts,

We’ll connect face-to-face when talking starts.

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#NovemberNotes Day 7/Three Line Tales: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (2) – “Magnificence” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


For November Notes Day 7 the song is “Holecene” by Bon Iver. I’m also combining the prompt with Sonya from Only 100 Words #3LineTales.

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“Holecene” by Bon Iver

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(One Verse of one pattern of Wrapped Refrain poetry, usually requires four to get the Refrain effect repeating the first four syllables or more in the last line.)

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You made it clear, I was not actually someone Magnificent,

I was just a pale vacancy, lost, glaringly absent.

My soul was jagged so thick with ice,

But in the distance I saw light,

Glowing orange flames offered hope,

Someone somewhere could love me most.

You might have thought I was nothing special, indifferent,

But I see lights for miles, stretching into true magnificence.

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#November Notes Day 5/Saturday Mix: Poem – Alouette – “Feeling Brilliant” #amwriting #poetry #saturdaymix


For Day 5 the November Notes song is “UnBreakable Smile” by Tori Kelly. I’m combining the prompt with Sarah of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Prompt on using words that are opposing forces. The opposing words this week are “broad and narrow” and “funny and serious.” Alouette poems have a meter of 5, 5, 7, 5, 5,7, and the rhyme scheme matches accordingly with an a, a, b, c , c , b pattern.

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Credit: Raw Pixel.com via Unsplash

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“UnBreakable Smile” by Tori Kelly

Happiness it lives,

My hope still revives.

You’ll never be the person —

Breaking me; I’m fine,

I️ am not defined —

By you; life has just begun.

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You’ll never break me,

I’m full of thoughts pleased,

My UnBreakable —

Smile’s never shaken.

I’ve broad happiness, it’s free.

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You’ll never narrow

My hardy marrow.

I’ve great peacefulness,

You’ll not be hurting —

Me; I’m free to be,

Even in pain, I’ve gladness.

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My smile is one that —

Won’t ever flatten.

Possibility gives hope,

No funny stuff I’ve —

Ignored your decline,

No more mind games, you’re a joke.

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Take this serious,

I’m delirious

Beaming my UnBreakable —

Smile; one from my heart.

It won’t soon depart,

I’m my best, unshakeable.

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Happiness is —

A life without his,

Words that hurt, I’m shatterproof;

I’ve strength blooming fast —

I’m a real class act;

Healing from your aloofness.

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UnBreakable me,

Unshakeable me.

Your gone so my smile’s brilliant,

The shadows are long —

Past; life’s long moved on,

Now I’m stronger resilient.

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I’m blessed to be me,

Having learnt to slowly,

Stand up for yourself don’t let —

No one control you,

Ask God to love you.

True love is without regrets.

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#NovemberNotes Day 3/Saturday Mix: Poem – Quadrille – “Lay Me Down” #poetry #saturdaymix #dVerse


Today’s November Notes song is “All the Pretty Girls” by Kaleo. I’m combining the song prompt with WhimsyGizmo of #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille prompt on kick and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie SaturdayMix Prompt on using synonyms for these words: odd, fight, start, weak, tired. 


Jacob Townsend Unsplash
Credit: Jacob Townsend Unsplash

 

“All the Pretty Girls” – Kaleo 


You sail in the sky,

Float back to earth.

I’m meekwaning, 

Waiting for you —

To let me in.

Strength has vanished,

Battle inside aches.

I’m kicking passed eternities,

In strangeness. 

Pretty girls fall,

Without fuel to recharge. 

Please lay me down,

Lay with me tonight.


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#OctPoWriMo Day 31/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Acrostic – “The Flapping” #poetry #100WordWednesday #amwriting u


For OctPoWriMo Day 31 the theme is an Acrostic poem with the word mysterious. Also combining with Bikurgurl’s #100Word Wednesday prompt. 

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Credit: Heather Sanders

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Mist veils the horizons as sunlight peaks, 

Yellowish-glitter highlights the forest in gold dust. 

Strange flutters heard as the fog dissipates, 

Trite concerns to the silence heard, no boisterous bird peeps.

Everchanging, the fog leaves and returns, slithering into —

Remenants of rabbit holes and homes dug by foxes. 

Ill winds blow but the fog conceals their bitterness, 

Only the sunlight crawling beneath the fog bodes well. 

Universal symbol of hope from night’s darkest creatures still dwelling, 

Sounds of eerie flapping again, fading into slumber. 

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#OctPoWriMo Day 30/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Wrapped Refrain – “ The Occult Shop” #poetry #photochallenge #dVerse 


For OctPoWriMo Day 30 the prompt theme is forbidden. As per usual I’m combining prompts with Bodhirose’s #dVerse Poet’s Pub open link night prompt and Scribblers Dip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie ‘s Photo Prompt Challenge. 

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Credit: © Richard Davis Photography

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Barbara the Methodist walks by —

Aging, cluttered shop, holds head high.  

Her morals don’t permit feeling —

Curious she crosses busy street. 

Readings of palms of one’s future —

Advertised; she considers curtly. 

Blouse buttoned to her neck, arms folded, righteous ire,  

Prays curiousity won’t condemn her to the fire. 

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Martin the mailman delivers —

Packages with symbols, riddles. 

Cashier is a friendly goth kid, 

Worn man watching frightens Martin.

Knows things he shouldn’t know all too well. 

Secrets hid deep, Martin’s own hell; 

Tortured with memories from a childhood of sad hurt, 

Old man offers help, revenge with a strange voodoo curse. 

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Danielle at the cash register, 

Peers around her, bad vibes incur. 

Items of witchcraft and pagan —

Jewelry of Celtic design. 

From eons ago polished bright,

Such treasures blend, occult sights. 

Shop’s wage pays well, most customers tip buying —

Items for potions and ailments — she’ll keep silence. 

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Ancient face with creased folds knows much —

Desires that he did not so he plucks, 

Courage from reserves to see Barb. 

Prudish and angry inferring, 

He has a choice in knowing fortunes. 

She sneers, he revealed misfortunes —

No matter her believed goodness her false piety, 

Barb sees herself righteously  forbidden

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From the likes of magic healing, 

Holistic meds as blood congeals, 

In her heart which is dark damning;

Others beaming hope as Barb fans, 

Smoke of incense by the mailman.

Sniffs at Danielle’s tattoos all grand, 

Demands for him to read her hand, doesn’t know facts, 

Barbara the hateful sees not, he reads hearts and fates. 

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#NovemberNotes Day 1/ Sunday Writing Prompt: Poem – English Sonnet – “Take Me Back” #poetry #amwriting


Good Morning. For this month I will be finishing off OctPoWrMo and taking part in November Notes held by Sarah Doughty of Heart String Eulogies. For November 1st, the song is “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron. Also, I’m combining this prompt with Scribbler’s Dip Sunday Writing Prompt using the titles of 10 books (choosing 3) to describe. 


Raphael Fabricio Unsplash Night We Met
Credit: Raphael Fabricio via Unsplash

 “The Night We Met” – Lord Huron 

Book Titles:

Milk and Honey

The Sun and Her Flowers 

We’ll All Be Burnt in Our Beds Some Nights

My Husband’s Wife 

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Life in the land of Milk And Honey is sweet, 

Sweeter yet we’re the night’s we were complete. 

Lacing are hands and arms, dreams replete, 

So take me back to the night that we met. 

Sometimes I had most of you maybe not all, 

Sometimes bits and pieces holding their thrall. 

I wanted more of you — not your regret, 

So take me back to the night that we met. 

We’re [Both] Burnt in Our Beds Some Nights grieving,

Being your Husband’s Wife, you’ll never leave. 
But The Sun and Her Flowers call, daylight sets, 
So take me back to the night that we met. 

Once I had all of you, most nights confessed, 

So take me back to the night that we met. 

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#OctPoWriMo Day 29/Photo Challenge: Poem – Villanelle – “Seperation Brings Us Closer” #amwriting #poetry #photochallenge


OctPoWriMo Day 29 has a theme of breathtaking using the Villanelle poetry form. As per usual I’m combining prompts. Today with NEKNEERAJ from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge Prompt Picture. 

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Credit: Gerald Larocque
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It’s hard to breath when we’re tied to each other’s dreams, 

When there’s no space to gasp for breath as we’re both trapped. 

We’re too connected, unable to unstitch our seams, 

When we desire time away, where we are unclasped. 

From the cloth chocking our lungs with unfiltered air, 

Set me free, set me free, when we’re closer unwrapped. 

Where you can be you and I can be me, that’s fair, 

We’re both better people with space in between us; 

Permitting us to flourish by ourselves and care —

About each other lovingly as space means more trust. 

Stories and adventures to tell each other too, 

To be close, skin to skin, soul to soul, not busted.

Together we are breathtaking functioning through —

The worst times and the best times, together we’re soothed. 

To each other and ourselves nurtured plants proving —

What it is to be two wholes complementing true, 

Each other as we strive in life, our strength doubled

Clean air to breath in the fresh awe inspiring night’s through —

All our joys and troubles, one life and two lives soothed

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#OctPoWriMo 28/Sunday Writing Prompts: Poem – Bop – “What Release’s Pain” #amwriting #poetry


For OctPoWriMo 28 I can’t get onto the website at the moment. Perhaps it’s because I am so far behind? Instead, I’ll just be using the Sunday Writing Prompt of Scribblers Dip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie based on fake band names including: Squirrel Nut Zippers, GoGo Penguins, Abstract Evil Barbie, Bimbo Toolshed, The Pineapples from the Dawn of Time, Reign of Frogs, Devil with Cheese, Stop Calling Me Frank, Loudmouth kitten, and Kissyfoot. 

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When I met him, there was no telling of taste, 

In horrible music he thought was just great. 

I went with him to GoGoPenguin’s shows, 

Cringing as he sang to Hard Metal prose.  

Lyrics made my insides squirm hearing hate, 

He sang with angry fervor berating

There’s never any accounting for taste. 

At Abstract Evil Barbie I questioned, 

How ‘Barbie’ was perverse, lyrics lessened —

Her value as a child’s toy, words fearful — 

Of hurt and frustration sounding eerie

He loved each band, Bimbo Toolshed’s screaming, 

Destroying the whole world in pain keening. 

Beneath his clever smile he revealed his —

Desire to get back at life with derision

There’s never any accounting for taste. 

Reign of the Frogs made me shiver as they sang, 

Maliciously damning all those they harangued

I asked him why we couldn’t listen to words —

That were softer, happier, encouraging. 

But to him, Stop Calling Me Frank’s words curt

Released the devil inside him stopped his hurt. 

There’s never any accounting for taste. 

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