Published Poem – Spillwords.com – Free Verse “Don’t Burn Out All the Lights” #amwriting #poetry #spillwords


I am pleased to have another poem published on http://www.spillwords.com. Check them out, they are amazing to collaborate with. Here’s the poem: “Don’t Burn Out All the Lights.”


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#NovemberNotes Day 29/ Saturday Mix: Poem: Free Verse – “Myself Alone” #amwriting #poetry #saturdaymix


For November Notes Day 29 the song Prompt is “Just Hold Me” by Maria Mena. I’m combining the prompt with a second prompt by Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie and her Saturday Mix Prompt, Same but Different. We’re using a list of words to inspire is but not using the words in our writing themselves. The words are: party, new, goodbye, resolution, and hope.


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” Just Hold Me” By Maria Mena


Why won’t you hold me?

How come it’s so hard?

Let me lie back against you,

I need to here your heart beat.

I need the solid reassurance,

Of each steady breath you take.

Life hasn’t been a celebration of late,

Your forlorn coldness has me breaking.

Your eyes once toffee-soft have gone to stone;

And there’s nothing novel, your affection, your kisses, are merely habit — without meaning.

Rejection and loneliness surround me, there’s no comfortable silence between us.

It’s as if we’re both alone in the same room and —

The coldness of the year’s fresh beginning —

Has made your heart bitter ice.

Why won’t you hold me?

How come it’s so hard?

You know me so well, but somehow not at all.

I tried to hold on, keep praying, to have faith;

But our love is too broken and there’s no going back.

So I slip out the door, I’ve packed everything I own,

You won’t even notice, how empty your home has become.

I set aflame our cherished photographs,

I’ve taken your expensive Scotch;

Hidden your aged red wines in my suitcase,

Stripped the house of life;

Undressed it of every comfort that existed, being us.

I’m going to be brave and I’m going to start again —

I don’t need you to hold me,

Because holding me was a privilege, one you took for granted.

Enjoy your house devoid of us — of lost love and comfort,

For I no longer care about you,

Your icy heart has ensured I’ve learned —

To hold on to myself alone — and hard.


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#NovemberNotes Day 24/ Sunday Photo Fiction: Poetry – Free Verse – “Faith and Writing” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction


For November Notes Day 24 the prompt song is “Like the Wind” by Triosence and Sara Gazarek. I’m combining the prompt with Sunday a Photo Fiction held by Alistair Forbes.

I know it’s more than a month since November Notes ended but I only have six prompts left (this one included) and then I can move on to other things and a more regular blogging schedule in regards to prompts.


Credit: Jules Paige


Like the Wind” by Triosence Ft. Sara Gazarek


Writing is like the wind,

Spiralling chimes into motion,

It uplifts the tired soul;

As the wind, inspiration can be touched,

It’s ethereal, invisible;

Yet, you sense it as it flies through you — around you;

You can’t say it doesn’t exist as like many things —

It’s a matter of faith;

Supported by first, seemingly tenuous strings that many attempt to ignore —

To dissuade you from;

But although they maybe tenuous, these slender strings are mighty,

Their stout pillars support belief in your God given abilities.

Somehow, talent and imagination swirl and form into the plausible, the possible —

When you close your eyes and write.

Imagination is full of wonder, beauty, joy, and love of creativity flowing —

Winding, spinning as wind chimes sing a chorus.

Faith is the core of everything —

It’s love of God and belief that He guides us,

The symphony director composing, omniscient;

That such as each instrument and voice,

We all have a purpose.

And when our pens and tablets call us,

It doesn’t matter what it’s called;

Just that we know and trust what is greater than us —

The unseen — both in the art of writing and in the vast celestial.


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#November Notes Day 18/Music Prompt: Poem – Free Verse – “Your Celestial Everglow”#amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge


For November Notes Day 18, the song is “Chariot” by David Lee. I’m combining with another music Prompt from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie and the song by Coldplay, “Everglow


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“Chariot” by Jacob Lee


“Everglow” Cold Play


Your eyes are diamonds, your smile a dimpled glow,

I miss the days you lay against me,

My breath the rhythm you slept to gently.

Oh these brilliant peepers glittered,

But I used to love them best swept by your lashes.

Others come and go, but you were my diamond,

You were dear and extra-special.

And you’re long gone in death’s horseless chariot,

Life’s waters don’t flow easy, you know.

Yet, our tangled fingers still feel real,

Your hands around me rooted into my soul.

Your beaming eyes remind me you’re gone,

Past time into the wondrous celestial.

Oh, my diamond, my rock — I miss you so much,

I’m broken and cold; I should, but I can’t let you go.

Until you met death’s chariot,

And stopped — though he would’ve halted for you.*

Your fingers were mine, intertwined,

Eyes a mysterious hue.

So many words and emotions left unspoken.

Your insightfulness, your light —

Was the warmest of brights.

But you broke my heart wide open,

When death stopped for you;

His chariot door flew open and you entered happily.

No matter the cold inside my bones,

I’ll not forget you, my diamond,

I should, but I can’t let you go.

I miss the days you lay against me,

My breath the rhythm you slept to gently,

Oh those brilliant peepers glittered.

And in the darkest of moments I still seek your light,

When the shadow overwhelms — your Everglow shines,

A feeling within me unchanging.

Your chariot passed, tippet and tule unneeded.*

And your presence is gone, leaving me forlorn,

But in the darkest of moments — your Everglow shines,

When the shadow surrounds me, I still seek your light.

The eternal feeling within me — your Everglow abiding,

Your celestial within me — your Everglow resounding.

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* Allusions to Emily Dickinson’s “I Could Not Stop for Death” are also made within the above poem.


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November Notes Day 16 /Photochallenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Immeasurable” #photochallenge #poetry #amwriting


For November Notes the song is “Words as Weapons” by Birds. I’m combining with NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge Prompt.


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“Words as Weapons” by Birds


You can try to measure her angles,

Try to rationalize her curves.

Measure her so your comprehension of her is scientific;

But to math and science she’s absurd.

She has no rhyme or reason,

And you can’t make a person a logical equation.

Her body is not algebra,

Nor is she a kind of Cosine, Sine, or Tangent Angle.

You can use your words as methodical weapons,

To untangle her qualitative values,

But your words like swords will never cut to her core.

She’ll use her tears as numerous weapons,

And you can’t measure those.

Their quantitative value is beyond this world.

And she’s no statistical value,

She isn’t found in Trigonometry or in quadrilaterals.

And you’ll find no help about her in Epistemology;

Nor any philosophical math or logic.

Some things in life are beyond words and equations,

They aren’t logical or reasonable,

They are what they are.

And if you love all her curves and angles,

Can’t you let that be enough?

There’s no need to hypothesis,

To predict the future or the next hour,

So what if her face is symmetrical?

You can use your words as abject weapons,

To untangle her qualitative values,

But your words like swords will never cut to her core.

She’ll use her tears as numerous weapons,

And you can’t measure those,

Their quantitative value is beyond this world,

It’s called feeling and living in the moment,

Joyeux de Vivre or spontaneity,

No being afraid to let life happen,

To have Passion in the here and now.

Though you find it easier to measure and quantify your life,

Perhaps quality is a better goal?

And if such beauty you behold,

That you cannot find the exact right words,

There are other ways to show your love.

You can use your words as hurtful weapons,

To untangle her qualitative values,

But your words like swords will never cut to her core.

She’ll use her tears as more painful weapons,

And you can’t measure those,

Their quantitative value is beyond this world.

Before your mind starts to unravel,

In charts and graphs and parabolas,

Accept her for the flower she is,

Blooming without thought or reason,

In the midst of a freezing winter.

She is who she is and she isn’t a number,

Not even a poem,

She’s only and always a woman,

Her worth immeasurable,

Her love beyond equations and perfect values.

She is your summer in the bitter cold of life.


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Published Poem: Free Verse – Spillwords.com – “Giants of Hypocrisy” #spillwords #poetry #history #NewColossus #amwriting


So blessed to have another poem on http://www.spillwords.com. This poem is based off the poem “New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus and is a commentary on current immigration policies in the U.S., now, and in the past, but particularly, in the late 19th century where many Europeans immigrated to the U.S. to escape poverty, persecution, and starvation. Unfortunately, the U.S. was not much better than where they came from. But it was better enough that they could survive even in neighborhoods such as the brutal and famous 5 ‘Points District’ in New York City.

The poem was published in late November and I missed it. But here it is now for your thoughts and enjoyment. It’s called “Giants of Hypocrisy.”


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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 27/Music Challenge:  “I Swear I Lived” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge 


OctPoWriMo 27 has a theme based on our favorite flowers. Somehow I’m going to combine this prompt with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge song on “I lived by OneRepublic. 

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“I lived” – OneRepublic 

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With every broken breath, 

I swear I lived. 

Pettles in my hands, soft, floating in the wind. 

Never forget to slow down, 

Tred through daisies. 

As our dogs on their walks, 

Burying our nose in the fragrance. 

Inhaling life with resilience, 

Clutching each moment, 

As if it’s the last. 

Not afraid to touch —

The sun and run, 

Using each spare second. 

Fearless with triumph, 

A will to survive

Ignore the broken bones, 

They’ll heal, don’t build walls, 

Despite stumbling hard. 

Get back up, 

Carry on soldier. 

Give it all you have, unafraid to jump,

Raising your cup as the sun goes down, 

Toasting the journey. 

And with —

Choppy breath rasping, 

Gaspimg for air, 

Own every broken breath, 

For every tranquil —

Glittering moment in life, 

Keep pushing to survive. 

Bring meaning into moments,

Where you’re  —

Fighting to live, 

When you realize that life, 

Is the blessing you always desired. 

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#OctPoWriMo Day 26/Tale Weavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Never Again” #taleweavers #poetry #amwriting


OctPoWriMo 26 has a picture theme today, so see below. I’m combining with Tale Weaver Prompt #141 from  Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. The Tale Weavers Prompt is on the legends of unicorns. 

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Credit: Piotr Siedlecki – Public Domain

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie from Michael

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Magic and myth collide, 

Rare, blissful; 

Amazingly significant. 

Hooves strong enough, 

To gallop up on dove white wings. 

Of Pegasus ‘ lineage, 

Eyes blue,

Lapiz Luzili crystals. 

Gentle and mild, 

Unicorn horn of —

Ivory as elephants; 

Kin of narwhales. 

Shadowfax at the dawn, 

Galloping in the light. 

Awe and realization, 

A tiny hope blossoms, 

As the fire around us burns, 

On your back, 

I’m not even singed. 

My legs hold me close, 

Bareback riding, 

Feeling muscles, 

Awe inspiring strength. 

Hot breath labored, 

To safety we fly. 

In the clouds above the moon, 

Where the sun rises, 

Droppimg on the softness, 
Of the Pacific’s wet sand. 

Then you are gone, 

Unabashed of —

The stories strangers will tell.

Feeling your history, 

The loss of your kin, 

Your presence is —

A rarity. 

Noble and elegant, 

Completely authentic. 

Like no other, 

It’s why we call what’s rare, 

A unicorn, 

For it and you, 

 Will never be again.

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