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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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“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 8/Photo Challenge: Poem – English Sonnet – “How Sweet the Sound” #amwriting #poetry #photochalldnge


Today’s November Notes Prompt song for day 8 is “Broken Vessels” by Hillsong United. I’m combining the song Prompt with the NEKNEERAJ from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie weekly Photo Challenge.

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Broken Vessels” – Hillsong United

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“Oh I can see you now

Oh I can see the love in Your eyes

Laying yourself down

Raising up the broken to life

You take our failure

You take our weakness

You set Your treasure

In jars of clay

So take this heart, Lord

I’ll be Your vessel

The world to see

Your life in me

Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost

But now I’m found

Was blind but now I see.”

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I know that everyone must one day go on,

And the love in your eyes, Lord it beckons.

You lay yourself down, we trampled your crown.

And you raised up pieces of hearts broken.

They thought your treasure was locked and vaulted,

That deeds, the law paved way to your glory.

Such grace in death your spirit undaunted,

You butchered death, wretches in Hell’s gory.

Amazing grace, the blind now see victory,

In time’s beginning, the clock stopped — you’d won,

We’re Jars of clay, holding your spoils; mystery —

That you were God, and human too, all in one.

People turn but you burn the veil, so none can hide,

Humans children, as your vessels revived.

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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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Notable Quotes: November 2017 Part One #quotes #pinterest


Another half of month gone by, wasn’t it just Halloween? I think between projects, family, friends, other stuff, and my growing pile of stories and poetry I want to work on, it’s easy to become lost in everything. It’s important to stay grounded In life and to understand that your stressors and issues are yours to bear with help and that others too are going through life events and problems that are overwhelming for them.

I miss being younger and carefree and having the ability to eventually finish my To – Do lists. I miss doing more creative fiction and blogging more but with project writing, other things going on, and my creative writing projects that require off-blog work, lately it’s been hard to keep up. Frankly, those off-blog pieces are met with little energy at the end of the day but I’m trying to keep up with a poem or two every couple of days and hopefully will return to some semblance of a blog schedule in December.

Nevertheless, there is power in words to lift us up, find balance, and find healing too. Enjoy!

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#NovemberNotes Day 4: Poem – Ottava Rima – “Transformed” #poetry #amwriting #dVerse


For November Notes Day 4 the song Prompt is ” Wilderness” by John Bryant. If you look at the list below you’ll notice I reversed Day 3 and Day 4’s Prompt songs. I’m also combining the prompt with Grace from #dVerse Poet’s Pub open link night. 

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“Wilderness” – John Bryant 

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Remain with we tonight let your senses prove, 

Together our love is right, bullet proof.

Stay with me this night, there’s nothing to lose.

We can be here, together raise the roof. 

The silence of the Wilderness will soothe, 

Your senses are heightened, not aloof —

To what’s burning between us and forming,

Something rare, a world within worlds transformed. 

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Published Poem Spillwords: Free Verse – “Rare and Precious” #poetry #spillwords #amwriting 


Lucky to have another poem published collaborating with SpillWords literary site. The poem is called “Rare and Precious.” Make sure you check out their website! They have been so good to me. 

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#NovemberNotes Day 2: Poem – Free Verse – “Of Abuse” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse


For November Notes Day 2 the song is “New Rules” by Dua Lipa. I’m combining this prompt with Björn from #dVerse Peet’s Pub on defining a monster you fear. 
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Dua Lipa – “New Rules”

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I saw him walk, 

Saw him fire randomly. 

Searchimg for specific victims, 

Fear was palpable, hanging heavy —

In the sunlit air, deceptive for the scent of blood. 

Pungent, stinging my lungs, 

As if breathing in a mustard gas. 

No one should ever have to know —

Deaths putrid scent. 

See it pooling, 

From a loved one or friend. 

No one should have to see, 

How medicine cannot always heal; 
By knowledge or by quickness. 

That the scariest monsters are the ones, 
Seemingly kind, normal, 

Even attractive humans. 

Those who cannot function, 

Losing control by illness, 

Or by self-indoctrination. 

Breaking to pieces, 

Flipping their humanity switch. 

Or lost in a terrifying nightmare, 

Blurring into their edges.

They’ve nothing soft left, 

No heart remaining, 

In cold blood or insanity. 

He may have been a gun man, 

Or perhaps, he was a manipulator? 

A lesser monster whose pain, 

Transformed into rage. 

A monster stealing peace of mind, 

Security and safety. 

Through vile methods. 

He’s the twenty phone calls your ignoring, 

Sleeping with him anyways, 
Just so he’ll go away. 

Because you don’t feel anything, 

Cringing at his touch. 

Under him it’s all to clear,

Your never over him; 

Until you don’t let him return ever. 

But he enjoys the tatters,

While regret knots in your stomach, 

Grows agonizing when he —

Doesn’t hear all your “No’s” and “Stops.”

But you stay with him, 

You let him believe, 

Because has the power to harm, 

A craziness in his eyes. 

Different bullets than the gunmen, 
Bullets just the same. 

Ban the ballots, the gunpowder, 

Save those trapped, 

By gun toting diehards,

And fools who take advantage —

Wielding obsession and abuse. 

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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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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 Day 25/ Saturday Mix: Poem – Triolet – “Waves and White Sandy Beaches” #SaturdayMix #poetry #amwriting


OctPoWriMo Day 25 has prompt them on satisfaction and delicious food. Also, combining with Sarah of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Prompt on opposing words.  The words are above and below and shallow and deep from the October 14, 2027 Prompt. 

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“ Triolet is a traditional poetry form that consists of one stanza that is eight lines long. It has the rhyme scheme ABaAabAB, in which the first, fourth and seventh lines are the same and the second and eighth line are the same.

In the example, we show you how this breaks down, and show you the rhyme scheme:
Line 1 (A): Take me back to those yesterdays. Line 2 (B): When love, and life and I was new Line 3 (a): and full of easy, girl-child ways. Line 4 (A): Take me back to those yesterdays Line 5 (a): before carefree lost to lean-hipped sway Line 6. (b): before I gave me, stained-red to you. Line 7 (A): Take me back to those yesterdays, Line 8 (B): When love and life I was new.”

(Herheartpoetry.com) 

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 Gazing above to warm white sand beaches. 

Waves lullabies in the shallows, granting rest. 

Stress below surface melts with Bellinis peach. 

Gazing above to warm white sand beaches,  

Reading, wadding avoiding ocean deep

Breathing in seasurf, breezes relaxing breath. 

Gazing above to warm white sand beaches. 

Waves lullabies in the shallows, granting rest. 

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#OctPoWriMo Day 23/TaleWeavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Curses and Betrayels” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers 


For OctPoWriMo Day 23 the Prompt is on the Greek Mythology tale of Iris the Godess or Rainbows and Arke her twin sister and what is the message of their tale.  I’m combining this with the Tale Weavers prompt making sense of nonsense, using the nonsensical word cloppsright from Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Cloppsright, a definition,

A stereo type;

What they swear. 

Not the lively, 

Iris’s fresh brilliance,

Providing hope, 

After the storm. 

I’m but a shape, 

The form an arch;

One fallen, 

A woman of sin. 

Cloppsright, the curse. 

Most use the ‘F’ word these days,

But it used to describe,

Their thoughts,

On a goddesses betrayal.

Chapped lips snarling, learing, 

At my black corsettes, ruby red gowns, 

Too showy, such a whore

A little cloppsright

Nothing compared to her radiance, 

Iris the light. 

The brightness of painting pigments. 

A sky of azure vivacity,

She’s utter joy. 

I’m the darkness, 

That seeps inbetween good, 

Twisting its form. 

The feeling in a room,

Causing you to shiver,

Your hair to rise on end, 

When the house is quiet,

When floorboards creak, 

My thoughts of loathing, 

Of disgust, wreck the night. 

For I am the tempestuous storm,

And she is the finale, 

The glory of a promise made and kept. 

Betrayal is a poison, 

And she is but an Iris

A beaming delight, a flower. 

But I’m more than an Arke

Shaping lights reflection. 

Let her compose and carry, 

Her own color. 

I’ve torn myself from the sky, 

The darker twin.

The seductive cloppsright so fallen, 

Nature’s disgrace;

Yet still there is power, 

In the silence,

Of grim nights, 

Before your fears become real;

My messages bring death

Swear and say cloppsright,

Curse me in your native tongue.

For Iris she withers and Arke rises,

Up into the angry heavens. 

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