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#OctPoWriMo – Day 9/Saturday Mix: Poem – Elfjies – “Smoke Baby” #amwriting #poetry #Saturdaymix 


For OctPoWriMo Day 9 the Prompt is based on the words “tapping the ash of her cigarette,” and what memory or story pops into our minds. Also doing the Saturday Mix Prompt from Sarah (Weejars) of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie using a poem form called an Elfje

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“An ‘Elfje’ counts as five sentences.
Line 1 – One word. This word symbolizes a colour or feature. The word symbolizes the atmosphere.

Line 2 – Two words. These are something or someone with this colour or feature.

Line 3 – Three words. Giving more information about the person or the object. You describe where the person or the object is, who the person or what the object is, or what the person or object is doing. This sentence usually starts with the word ‘he’, ‘she’ or ‘it.’

Line 4 – Four words. Here you are writing something about yourself in relation to the person or the object. This sentence is your conclusion.

Line 5 – One word. This word is called the ‘Bomb.’ It is the essence of the poem.” 

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Hawksley Workmen – “Smoke Baby” 

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Regret, 

Fingers clench, 

Her mouth casually, 

Pulls her cigarette,  smoke trails —

Lingers.

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Ash, 

Builds atop, 

Deftly tapping cigarette, 

Ochre eyes simper, crushing —

Cinders. 

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Lips, 

Pouty, defined, 

Pursing them prettily, 

Tossing peroxide mane, whispering —

Promises. 

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Words, 

They’ll not, 

Be promises kept, 

Her words as cinders, 

Burn. 

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Night, 

Ends quickly, 

She disappears, gone —

You’re broken, smoke-heavy —

Regrets.

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Away, 

Far gone, 

Hips swaying, curves,

Bouncing, as she chuckles, 

Devoid

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Thoughts, 

Of her, 

Sweeping through mind, 

Shadow of sleepless night, 

Altering. 

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Perception,

Of beauty;

She’s no defeat, 

Just reeks of cigarette —

Ashes.

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Forever, 

Remembering her —

Two-pack habit, 

Makes you and me, 

Gag.

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 8/Sunday Prompt: Poem – Free Verse – “Through Hope” #poetry #amwriting 


Thanks to Scribblersdip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting her collage Prompt with a Sylvia Plath quote, from October 1, 2017. Also today’s OctPoWriMo Day 8 poem is on the prompt of how do you know. 

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Credit: ScribblersDip – MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Self discovery questions, 

How do we know, 

What we know? 

How do we find out? 

How do you describe the feeling, 

Of something intangible? 

If someone can’t, 

See the invisible, 

Having faith, or hope of —

All things we know,

That aren’t tactile, visual, 

Or auditory, 

If we’re but certain of the sparks —
In our brains, 

Is attraction or love real? 

Is faith and belief for sure? 

We must sail beyond scientific evidence, 

Beyond the research, the data. 

Believe fairytales and find our —

Joie-de-vivre.

Abstract shocks —

Of beauty and faith, 

Filling in holes with — 

Puzzle pieces. 

We’ll never prove all, 

It’s a choice to decide —

What we are not sure about. 

To be certain of, 

What we don’t see; 

That’s how we know, 

What we know, 

Through hope. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 3 – Poem: Cheritas – “Empire Fallen” #amwriting #poetry #metal 


For Day 3 of OctPoWriMo the theme is a taste of metal and a poem form called Cheritas

What I really love about Cheritas is that it’s a very loose form. Cheritas are a stanza based form rather than a syllable-based one. It’s really simple: 1 line stanza, 2 line stanza, 3 line stanza. The lines can be any length you choose. 

Now for the word prompts: Metals have been associated with everything from alchemy to astrology to chemistry to (the obvious one) geology. Without metal we wouldn’t have much of what we call modern civilization. 

When was the last time you tasted metal? Your fork as you ate breakfast? A dental tool? The iron when you bit your tongue? Growing up with braces? What memories and emotions are attached to those moments?” 

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Credit: Scott Webb via Unsplash

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I had a dream, the tang of copper in my mouth

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Alloyes of aluminum and steel, crunching together; 

Before the crumpled flattened and I no longer saw the flawed. 

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Until we gazed upon the smooth magnite and tin roof surface, 

Of a galleries’ artistic architectural lure; 

Metal’s tangy and bitter flavor, would not leave my mouth. 

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Had become a masterpiece, a building for an empire to follow, 

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The tartness of copper, it’s brownish hue sparkling; 

Touches of bronze, silver, gold, to gleam in the morning. 

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A society of metal, a new age of alloyes beyond scrunched up foil, 

A glorious sunset sparkling with warming hues, 

Before the rust, the dust, and broken bonds revealed– the empire had fallen. 

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Notable Quotes Part Two September 2017 #quotes #pinterest


Welcome to almost October. In Canada it’s nearly Thanksgiving. My littlest brother turned 28 a few weeks ago and I’m counting down the days until I can be more open on my blog and tell you all about the last year. There are good reasons I haven’t been able to many personal updates. But anyways I love inspiring you guys with quotes so here’s somewhere to begin October with. There’s a bit of a Shakespeare theme but overall a good mix of various quotes. 

Cheers, 

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Quadrille – “Far Too Real” #poetry #dverse #photochallenge


Thanks to Bjorn from #dVerse Poet’s Pub for hosting a prompt about writing a poem asking questions only. Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo Challenge. 

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Credit: Mark Harless

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Lady of the forest, 

Your thirst is quenched? 

You’ve found ambrosia waters? 

Supped on nectar sweet? 

Diana, Huntress, do you —

Wander meadows, 

Before ether sleep?  

Are you alert —

With bow, arrows? 

Drinking so deeply, 

Your body flourishes, 

Wild flowers? 

Bathing in Gaia’s silence? 
Wondering where, 

Your people went? 

Knowing they’re Mythology;

And you’re far too real

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Tale Weavers: Poem – Quadrille – “Knock on Wood” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse #taleweavers 


Thanks to Lorraine of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting her last Tale Weavers Prompt. Bravo Lorraine you will be missed. Her prompt theme is superstitions. I’m combining this prompt with Bodhirose from Poet’s Pub #dVerse open link night. 

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Knock on wood,

What if the expected —

Won’t be? 

Knock on wood,

Vulgar spirits disperse, 

Snake slither down. 

Knock on wood, 

We’re all superstitious, 

Chase back wickedness. 

Knock on wood, 

So, life remains sweet. 

Knock on wood, 

Never laugh at the Fates, 

Your string’s taut. 

Knock on wood, 

As did our — 

Grandparents of old.  

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The Impression That I Get” – The Mighty Mighty Bosstones 

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Sunday Writing Prompt: Poem – Bop – “Another Wonderland” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this prompt. For the prompt I have chosen the theme “a trip behind the looking glass,” the male Z name “Zenith,” the female Z Name “Zephira,” the instrument of a “mandolin,” the scent of “vanilla,” and the verb “surrender.”  Also, I’m combining the Prompt with Grace from Poetic’s Pub #dVerse on boarders

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Mirror divides, boarders in this place from next,

She’s a second Alice, in blue, much perplexed. 

Her name, Zephira, born in distant lands. 

Fingers graze looking glass, ripples expand, 

Beyond here she knows lies Wonderland where —

She’ll meet talking creatures, rabbits, hares. 

Through the looking glass, Zephira finds new life. 

She’s read of Alice’s journey; though glass,

So she enters, vanilla an aroma that lasts; 

Invades her lungs as she breathes it in, 

This new reality, chance to explore freedom. 

Not to be forced to surrender to life’s —

Hypocrisy, marriage games played with spite. 

Alliance (loveless) to wealthy prospects, 

Zephira forgets, enticed with perspective. 

Through the looking glass, Zephira finds new life. 

Notes of the mandolin strummed lead her bare feet, 

To places wondrous where flowers her greet.  

Rising high, to top of mountain peeks, finds, 

Zenith, who’ll not control her, so she shines. 

Zephira surrenders to him, her choice glad, 

Holding hands in boarders of Wonderland. 

Through the looking glass, Zephira finds new life.

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Tale Weavers: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (1) – “For the Little” #amwriting #poetry #taleweaver


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Tale Weaver’s Prompt August 10, 2017. The prompt has to do with birth

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Or lives may fade, flicker out,

Although time is short, new youth shout. 

Wild being young; then mellow, 

As life reaches end, they’ll bellow. 

At death’s cruelty at snatching, 

Their loved ones stolen before their time, thus grasped —

Death doing his duty, aiding the sick to pass. 

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In grief we forget they’re two sides, 

More than death, new life born crying.

Lusty wales, that mother’s yearn —

To hear when their baby’s have learned, 

Peace in the womb, is no longer.

Time to live, greet both Dad and Mom; 

Promise of life, legacy in children cherished, 

We all die, but we also train the youth and build them. 

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As necessary as death, is —

Our sweet infants crying so hard. 

Swaddled, held close, loved with full hearts, 

Provided best, us making do —

With the old, ensuring kids have food. 

All their needs, some wants, so they know they too belong. 

Not spoiling, letting them control, but nurturing strong. 

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So baby held within my arms, 

I promise you, here there’s no harm. 

As a babe and child, I can keep —

You safe, but you’ll grow learning; sweets —

Too many you’ ll become ill and keen

You don’t listen, life can be mean — 

It’s no piece of cake; but I’ll let you be little, although —

You’ll hate me; life has enough time for forgiveness too. 

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100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “Sing me a Melody” #amwriting #100WordWednesday #poetry 


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday’s on August 16, 2017. Poem for Oneta Hayes of the blog: Sweet Aroma

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Sing me a melody, 

Write me a song.

Songs of celestial glory. 

Of love that’s deep sweet. 

Save me from the dark, 

Inner demons disguised. 

Write for me, 

Crystal clear notes,

Ones angels simply respire. 

Sing me a melody, 

Calm and serene. 

Of the cereulan blue sky, 

Of hope in eternal life, 

And time past misery. 

Sing notes cascading, 

Sung lentement with —

Unbending trust; 

That those in “[D]arkness

Have seen a Great Light.” 

Sing me a melody, 

Tear drops on cheeks. 

Of joy, deliverance —

Of liberty, and grace. 

Sing harmoniously, 

Or in a caphella. 

With light’s pure —

Luminescent brilliance —

Never snuffing out. 

Sing me a melody, 

As light as air that trills. 

Glimmering with sunbeams, 

Ringing with care for hope. 

Simg of vivacity, 

Surpassing the dark of night. 

Sing me a melody, 

Of healing that restores. 

Sing songs of bravery, 

Of endurance. 

Songs overcoming shadows, 

And landing in the dawn.

Sing me a melody, 

Bring me sweet relief. 

Among beauteous architecture, 

For all those times gone by. 

Sing me a melody;

Surrounded by the skills, 

Of artists and writers 

So profound there work, 

Sings me alive. 

Sing me a melody, 

For all I wish for is peace. 

In sleep to hear, 

Sonorous songs. 

Transcendent, complex, 

Yet, utterly simple as —

Those words that say, 

“Be still.” 

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100 Word Wednesday: Her Perfect Vocation #100WordWednesday #amwriting #dystopia


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday August 9, 2017.

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Credit: Photo by Jane, Twitter

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 Lacey shook out her golden hair. Deborah eyed her daughter,” We’re here Lacey, this is where you’ll find out your vocation.”

“But I don’t even know what I’ll wear tomorrow. I’m not even sixteen.”

“The judges decide. Since long ago, each consecutive group of them provides citizens with the right jobs.”

” I’ve many interests. Not one.”

“Life isn’t fair, Lacey.” 

Deborah smoothed her skirt down three times.”They don’t know your thoughts. But the rigorous testing you’ve done, your DNA, genetic lineage, your social interactions, and other scientific data guides the Judges.”

“But you said they don’t know my thoughts?” 

“They’re not going to ask for your opinion. They know.”

“That’s the problem, Mom. There’s more than ‘knowing.’ There’s that feeling that tells you your purpose deep down.”

“They Judges don’t consider feelings or emotions. They don’t see people beyond their job skills.” 

Deborah shushed Lacey. Her hands trembled. “Whatever they say, Lacey, that’s your vocation.”

“Outcasts don’t last long, your father’s one and that life’s harsh. They’ll watch out for that ‘rebellious spirit’ in you.”

“I can’t keep my true-self masked. I’ll be miserable.”

“No one’s happy here,” Deborah whispered. 

But Lacey didn’t hear her. Deborah watched her daughter ascend the ancient silver staircase and knew her daughter would be searching for her father soon. 

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