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#OctPoWriMo Day 17/Music Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Light Up” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge 


OctPoWriMo Day 17 has a prompt of writing only a 50 Word Poem. I’m combining the prompt with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Music Prompt on Snow Patrol’s  song “Run.”

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Snow Patrol – “Run”

Light up light up, because you have a choice, 

Your the only thing right in my hopeless world. 

We’ll make it, so light up, light up, my dear. 

Louder, louder, running towards our lives, 

Even if you can’t speak, I’ll bring luminescence.

Light up, light up, have faith, have heart light up. 
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#OctPoWriMo Day 16/Tale Weavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Me Too” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Tale Weavers prompt on circles or wheels in life. For OctPoWriMo Day 16 with a prompt on tears and fears.

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I didn’t mean to break the teacup, 

I didn’t know it was so sacred. 

That porcelain so fine,

Meant to last generations, 

Passed down from mother —

To daughter. 

But Great Gran hated her China pattern, 

It wasn’t to her taste; 

It wasn’t used, 

At each meal for supper; 

It would’ve shattered,

Much sooner then. 

Great Gran knew like people, 

China is delicate, 

Especially if it’s shatters, 

And re-pieced. 

And you can’t possibly tell me, 

Fragility is permanent. 

That those who are broken, 

Remain that way, 

Once you break someone,
They’re never whole again;
They’ll heal and they’ll form, 

White scars gleaming.

But you cannot make anew,

What must be glued together;

Fragment by fragment. 

You can’t expect it to maintain, 

Indelible strength.

You don’t know what defines beauty, 

True beauty is brokenness. 

That those not in their entirety,

Are destined to chip and crack. 

Perhaps their outer designs and artistry,

Masks their flaws. 

But fault lines are visible, 

Places one could dig deep, 

Exploiting pains throbbing echo, 

Across generations, 

And unwanted China. 

You’d think we’d be afraid of shattering,

We’re all terrified until we find,

Someone to help us, 

Someone who doesn’t see the cracks. 

Love blinds us in many ways,

Some that hurt, 

Some that heal and bind wounds. 

It’s a cycle, a circle, 

Despair and rapture, 

Too much or too little.

And I think Great Gran, 

Would’ve smiled, 

Seeing your beloved teacup scatter; 

It’s just a cup, 

One she despised. 

For she wanted a reality for us,

Beyond teacups, of lady’s serving tea;

She didn’t want our suffrage,

Our call to feminism,

To remain at the price,

Of “me too,” where —

Every woman,

Has had a close call,

Not one she wanted; 

A narrow escape,

Or a constant nightmare, 

Where pleas meant nothing.

“Me too,” she would say, 

Staring with disgust, 

At a patterned teacup, 

China gifted from the husband,

Who perpetually, 

Reminded her of wifely duties, 

With or without, 

Her blessing or consent. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 12/ Tale Weavers: Poem – Sestina – “The Reluctant Princess” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers 


OctPoWriMo Day 12 is a poem on theme of imagination. It also has a special poetry form called a Sestina. I’m combining this prompt with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt of a reluctant princess. 

“A sestina is 39 lines, 6 stanzas with 6 lines each plus a tag. Begin with 6 words of your choice.Take those words and rotate them at the ends of your stanzas. They rotate in a round with the last word of the last line being the last word of the first line in the next stanza. Your lines can be any length, though it just looks nicer if they’re quite regular.” 

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Princess wishing for saving but her mind

Changes thought after awhile left waiting. 

Time goes by and the princess, she contrives —

Better plans to be herself, to fulfill dreams

Caring not if Prince Charming’s attractive, 

She drugs the dragon, starts ever-after. 

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In boy’s clothes, leaves for her ever-after, 

Princess shunning a dusty castle mind —

Focused on the path past the moat, awaits, 

Challenges, aspirations, contriving —

And listing, all she desires to do, dreams —

A life that is hers, no dull prince, unattractive

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She swims easily through water not attracting

Guard who had watched her forever-after.

She climbs past the moat, into sunshine, mind —

Reeling at the brightness of dawn; she’s waiting

To slip into the forest contriving

Survival though sheltered, planning her dreams. 

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Who should come to ruin her heartfelt, desired dreams? 

But a mean grumpy prince so unattractive —

Manners, pretty, not her ever-after —

She kicks fragile parts; she has a sharp mind —

Laughing, runs to whatever in life awaits, 

Inexperienced but smart, she contrives —

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Her new life, with hidden coins she contrives

To buy a home, train for job of dreams.

Country home and teaching school, sounds attractive

Her imagination’s wild ever-after, 

It’s the person she is, needs no prince, minds —

Respecting him — an awful fate waiting, 

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Though the dumb prince chases her, she’s waiting —

When he’s down she escapes and contrives

New methods for hopeful life, while dreaming —

Plans to go where she’ll not attention attract. 

Off to the Americas ever-after. 

Away from being controlled, at peace in mind

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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 7/Tale Weavers: Poem – Blitz – “Still So Unreal” #amwriting #taleweavers #poetry 


Today’s OctPoWriMo theme is going to far or crossing the line. I’m combining this prompt with  Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Taleweavers prompt on rejection. 

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Unnumb the pain, make me feel

Unnumb the pain it’s so unreal

Unreal enough that it’s too real

Unreal enough that hurts all the more

More was hurtful, you crossing lines

More was insidious and harmful 

Harmful, you were supposed to protect

Harmful because my wounds are jagged 

Jagged life, you’ve blessed me with 

Jagged life, do you know how I feel? 

Feel, do you feel at all? Have empathy? 

Feel, is your body as numb as mine? 

Mine is aching and empty

Mine has a hole in my stomach

Stomaching your betrayal

Stomaching your cruelty 

Cruelty that lingers and nips

Cruelty that cannot be blocked out

Out of my mind, my body 

Out of my heart, my soul 

Soulless, why’d you have to be this way? 

Soulless, saw your vacant eyes and knew all along 

Along, I go away from you, 

Along I go with opportunities 

Opportunities to thrive and learn

Opportunities to be a better person 

Person who loves

Person who forgets

Forgets your terrible denial, rejection

Forgets that I crossed the line 

Lines demarcated that said don’t ask for more, 

Line demarcated that brought up your walls

Walls, fortified structures 

Walls, yours, aren’t my fault

Fault lies with us both

Faults, we’re all of of us flawed 

Flawed as together we had too many 

Flawed as the night without stars

Stars as your eyes that drew me in 

Stars going off with your velvet touch

Touch, the experience not forgotten

Touch, yours is but a memory

Memory, nostalgia not reality 

Memory of the best times and the worst

Worst memories at the end

Worst memories haunt me still

Still I’ve moved on and I’m happy

Still I’ve found a way to love life

Life has no garuntees, but I’m okay 

Happy, today, that word describes me well

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 6/ FFftAW: Poem – Bop – “Reviving” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction 


For OctPoWriMo Day 6 the theme is pacing the floor. Also, I’m combining the Prompt with a couple of week’s old FFftAW Prompt held by Priceless Joy

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Credit: Pamela S. Canepa

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Back and forth, the floor boards are wearing out, 

Middle of the night where sleep is doubtful. 

High up in my condo, the black sky peppered, 

With giant twinkling points of light inspected. 

Watching from my glowing widows my feet, 

Tapping, then pacing to and fro with defeat. 

Now I lay me down to sleep while cars screech.

There’s nothing in me that makes sense of us, 

Of our loss, the pain mutually rusted. 

How do you find satisfaction being —

Aware of the wall’s writings, not seeing,–

How near the end we were without vision. 

Feeling fog come creeping, our schism —

Not a memory useful in the inky night. 

I survive, healing , letting go the fight. 

Now I lay me down to sleep while cars screech

From high above I watch the night, good friends – 

Walking, conversing, laughing, time extends. 

Wishing I was below to hear their words laughed, 

As my flat isn’t a home but small paths —

Towards more, silencing your name, rising —

In darkness; finding peace, my soul revives

Now I lay me down to sleep while cars screech. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 1 – Music Challenge: Poem – Terzanelle.  “Writing in Malibu” #poetry #musicchallenge 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Music Prompt #12 on Miley Cyrus’s song “Malibu.”  Also, I’m combining this prompt with the Day 1 – OctPoWriMo prompt about why you write or something that inspires you to write. 

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Miley Cyrus – “Malibu” 

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We’re like the waves rushing back and forth, 

Dreams of sand and surf and of sky’s so blue, 

We’re like the waves rushing back and forth. 

Next to you it’s divine in Malibu, 

And here I am writing this poem with you, 

Dreams of sand and surf and of sky’s so blue. 

It’s hard explaining, here I must write too, 

Splayed near the tide’s edge on the ivory beach, 

Here I am writing this poem beside you. 

Next to you so inspired and reaching, 

For soul deep words found here clear and true, 

Splayed near the tide’sedge on the ivory beach. 

Caught by turquoise ocean’s inner speech, 

Motivated, words flowing with sky’s blue, 

For those soul deep words found here clear and true. 

Knowing our entwined love guides words on through, 

We’re like the waves rushing back and forth. 

Motivated my words flowing with sky’s blue, 

We’re like the waves rushing back and forth. 

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Saturday Mix: Poem – Cinquins – ” We Love” #SaturdayMix #poetry #amwriting 


Thanks to Sarah of WeeJars from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting SaturdayMix (September 16, 2017) with her opposing forces theme and  – first and last, and – beginning and end as antithetical statements  in our writing. Words that are the anthesis of the other or opposite words.

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We’re all, 

My end and all —

My beginnings too, 

My life revolves around us both, 

We’re all. 

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Unique, 

We’re each other’s —

Light at the days endings, 

We’re companions in night’s dark

Unique. 

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We’ve quenched

Each other’s thirst

For life, we hold on, we fight —

We’ve fully drunk all life provides, 

We’re quenched

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We love, 

In rain, beneath, 

A blackened sky’s loud storm, 

We love when the sun shines warmly, 

We love. 

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We’re one,

Until the last, 

We’re fire that bound us at —

First, that won’t die, ever glowing 

We’re one. 

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Saturday Mix: Poem – Alouette – ” Waterways, Rubies, and Light”  #saturdaymix #poetry #dVerse


Thanks to Sarah of Weejars on MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix. Here theme as ben homophones and this week’s homephones are: straight – not crooked, strait – narrow waterway, and discussed – talked about, and disgust – sickening. I’m combining Sarah’s Prompt with Lillian from #dVerse Poet’s Pub birthstone Prompt. My birthstone or a ruby from July. 

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Roads aren’t all straight

They’ve crooked places. 

Thin trails where water travels, 

Areas you trip, fall. 

Afraid to be mauled, 

Waterways fast cause rabble. 

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Trapped at a strait

Sharp-toothed bears await,

For you to give in and cry; 

Say, “Life isn’t fair, 

And you weren’t aware, 

Of suffering,” safety’s lie. 

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Waters bring life, save, 

They can also enslave

Us within straits to suffering, 

You’ll drink fresh water, 

You’ll can drown, falter. 

But often, whirlpool’s they bluff

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Your mind discusses

Escapes; swim through roughs. 

Don’t permit whirlpool’s giant waves —

Their narrow streams ire. 

Hard days don’t linger, 

Swim for your life, you’ll escape

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Many times we see, 

What we think, believe —

Is an end, ’cause beginnings —

They disguise themselves, 

Self disgust us tells. 

We’ve not an ending, so swim. 

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We can fight despite, 

Life’s times of great spite. 

We are survivors living, 

To see another year. 

Monthly birthstone here —

Once more; rubies mark swimming —

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Through, surviving dark. 

Bright vivid lights hark. 

Another year not unfulfilled. 

A year we that we thrived, 

Sadness subsiding. 

With Ruby’s energy, strong will.

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Tres on through life’s thin, 

Narrow straits to swim, 

In glorious lakes and oceans. 

In heat of hot springs. 

As life always brings —

Light; healing not to bemoan. 

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“The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules: Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7 and Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b.” 

See Shadow Poetry for more details. 

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