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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 15/ Three Line Tales: Poem – Senyru – “Sickly Fog” #3LineTales #poetry #amwriting 


OctPoWriMo Day 15 is a Prompt on fighting the urge to throw up. Also, combining this prompt with #3LineTales from Sonya of Only 100 Words

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5,7,5

Fighting to write, hands —

Aching, mind floats without food;

Words feel too vital.

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Glass corners, eyes tired, 

Hands cut, sharp letters,

Indigo tip sticks. 

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Head spins, stomach turns, 

Pause — stomach needs sustenance;

Mind clears sickly fog. 

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#OctPoWriMo Day 14/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Octain Refrain/Double/High – “Sunshine and Starlit Glass” #poetry #100WordWednesday #amwriting


OctPoWriMo Day 14 has a Prompt theme of movement. Also doing Bikurgurl’s #100WordWednesday from Week 39. 

Credit: Bikurgurl

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Sunlight bursting through once starlit glass gleams;

Rectangular windows above pedway’s, 

Casting warmth with afternoon’s welcome rays.

High in the Heavens sun’s ambience beams, 

To and fro the people pass by chatting. 

Beams grey-green with geometric slats. 

A vantage obstructed yet pristine—

In midnight ink with moon’s luminous sheen. 

Sunlight bursting through once starlit glass gleams. 

Sunlight bursting through once starlit glass gleams, 

Casual movements of the light digress, 

A subtle pace alters with night’s impressions. 

From dark beauty to warmth daylight streams,  

High in azure sky light enfolds brightly. 

We absorb warmth into our souls once blighted, 

Prosperous pedway light glows so serene.

Metal supports create shadows, daydreams.

Sunlight bursting through once starlit glass gleams. 

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#OctPoWriMo Day 13/Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Little Pieces” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


For OctPoWriMo Day 13 the theme is art or creativity and metal health. I’m combining it with #3LineTales from the Prompt by Sonya of Only 100 Words

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Gazing at me, you say —

“Your mind’s broken.” 

You can’t see channels leading, 

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Art, and creativity, imagination flinging, 

Paint onto canvas, 

Words curling into life’s sadness.

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Intelligence that shattered glass ceilings, 

Reaching, now we’re, 

Little pieces, glued together vividly. 

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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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Credit: Luke Marshall via Unsplash

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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 11: Quadrille – “Sparks of Fire” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse 


For OctPoWriMo Day 11 the Prompt is dancing. I will also combine the prompt with WhimsyGizmos #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille prompt. 

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Credit: Jacob Avanzato via Unsplash

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Sensuous con bravo.  

Twirling weapon, 

Revelling in sunlight. 

She turns, reels; 

Lifts feet, bends legs, 

She’s a blood red rose, 

Piercing thorns. 

Arms graceful, vivace. 

Precariously spinning, 

Molto Protissimo. 

Sparkling eyes, 

Con adorazione, 
Loving batons —
Sharp challenge;

Dancing becomes, 

Enduring speranza. 

Sensual rhythm, 

Crescendoing into —

Sparks. 

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Italian Translations:

Con Bravo – With Bravo (a strong presence) 

Vivace – Lively

Molto – Very 

Protissomo – Very very fast 

Con adorazione – With Adoration

Speranza – Hope 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 10/ Sunday Writing Prompt: Free Verse – “Equisite Possibilities” #amwriting #poetry 


OctPoWriMo Day 10 has a theme Prompt about control and power in a positive sense, more like empowerment. I’m combining this prompt with the Sunday Writing Prompt of September 24, 2017 by Scribblersdip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Credit: Scribblersdip MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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It’s wonderment, 

This feeling, racing through, 

My veins, 

Blood pulsing back to limbs;

An exquisite kind of power, 

Empowerment

With pain. 

I’m all the better —

For it; 

Fighting, struggling,

Achieving aspirations

We soon recognize, 

Key differences, 

Between fantasy,

And reality. 

Which dreams are reasonable, 

Or will never be;

We can find strength, 

When failing;

Learning always occurs. 

What hurts the most,

Makes us humble, 

And those who stumble, 

In clouds need —

Realize their talents.

For we can succeed,

Beyond the pain,

Discovering our capabilities

A feeling that’s exquisite

Addictive endorphins; 

In knowing your rare talents. 

To change your life, 

In a moment’s 

glimmer; 

Tracing the lines, 

Destiny’s gifted. 
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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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