#OctPoWriMo – Day 5 – Blitz Poem – “Sharp Is the Knife” #poetry #amwriting


Day 5 Prompt: Sharp

“When I first think of something sharp, pain comes to mind but then I think of an A sharp or a B sharp. Of course there are sharp turns, sharp angles and “He’s looking sharp.” and let’s not forget, sharp as a tack and look sharp.” 

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Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Not the brightest crayon in the box. 

Boxes need opening with sharp knives.

Boxes, trapped in our boxes, locked.

Lock it up tight. 

Lock it or else 

Else in the morning you’re to blame

Else, you’ll lose your job, what then

Then you don’t know

Then you can’t tell

Tell nothing because

Tell nothing they say

Say you’re not bright

Say you’re a bit dim

Dim as shadow

Dim as a dark room

Rooms, you’ve not one your own

Rooms are nothing, you’re vagrant 

Vagrant wandering needs people 

Vagrant wandering seeking close

Close enough, no one will steal

Close enough, no one will think

Think you’re more than homeless

Think you’re more than a mistake

Mistaken once, but you’re capable

Mistaken once, but you’re smart

Smart, can you appear that way

Smart, most people aren’t

Aren’t life smart

Aren’t more than book smart

Smart, who cares when you’ve no food

Smart, who cares when you’re so cold

Cold eyes of people staring

Cold hearts of people cracking

Cracking your bubble 

Cracking your safety zone

Zone of space around you

Zone of personal space

Space is all around you

Space, there is too much of it

It, means a place you can stay 

It is a place called home

Home, needs a job to pay for 

Home, lost because you weren’t sharp

Sharp is the knife that cuts in life.

Sharp is the knife that cuts in life.

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The Blitz Poem
“The Blitz Poem, a poetry form created by Robert Keim.
This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow. 
Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.

The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition. 

Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.
The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.
There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.” 
Please see Shadow Poetry for further information. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 4 – Cascading Etherees – “Purple’s History” #amwriting #poetry 


Day 4 Prompt: Purple

Free write for ten minutes about purple – when was the first time you noticed purple, how do you feel about purple, what images come up for you around the color purple (besides the movie, unless of course it was something that affected your life).

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Dye from a mollusk in city of Tyre, 

A place in ancient Phoenicia, 

Now the city of Lebanon, 

Purple a royal colour, 

Dye rare not just royal, 

Imperial purple, 

Shade Tyrian, 

Minoan’s, 

They wore, 

It.

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So 

Did Great —

Alexander, 

In Egypt the —

Ptolemaic, 

Even royal Romans wore, 

Gold thread trimming the purple, 

A senator had a stripe of it, 

Purple on their white togas displayed. 

Said to be the colour of “clotted blood.” 

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In China, Han purple, made from dyes that —

We’re artificial, during the Han —

Dynasty, decorated —

Terracotta men, 

Famous army today, 

Still seen by those, 

Who wonder, 

At such, 

Art.

Then, 

In the, 

Seventeenth, 

Centuries–

Royal Purple comes, 

Used first in England in —

Sixteen-Sixty- One and first, 

Written word of the colour is —

Reported; Crayola Crayon’s takes–

Royal Purple, Crayon name in nineties. 

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(That is in the twentieth century), 

Mauevine Purple was created in, 

Victorian era from mallow a —

Flower; could be rich dye or a

Lighter shade, but became, 

Popular when her, 

Majesty, 

Victoria 

Queen wore, 

Mauve.

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Gown at, 

The most Royal —

Exhibition. 

Then red-violet or what —

Is called Artist’s Purple, 

In the Munsell System of —

Colour; and then, electric Purple, 

In the two-thousands, became popular and —

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You could go on and on, on the history, 

Of Purple and how it came to be, 

But I think we’re happy enough to —

Have it to wear these days, 

Be we rich or poor or —

Somewhere in-between, 

Colour of such, 

Creative, 

Thought, a —

Muse.

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Source: Wikipedia: Shades of Purple

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 3 – English Sonnet – “Cerulean Sparkle” #amwriting #poetry 


Day 3: Sparkle

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Such eyes have you, cerulean orbs bright, 

Eyes which catch mine and so delight those near.

A sparkle, a glimmer of crystalline caught time, 

Lashes long, dark, thick, too pretty I fear.

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When we were young, the boys teased you meanly, 

Not realizing how, the ladies would tremble so now.

When you smiled at them, your eyes blue gleaming. 

Your eyes fix me curious –come here now.

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My eyes gleam, meet yours, we know not others, 

Just us two exist, not women flaunting. 

You roll your eyes, their antics they smother, 

Sparkling cerulean blue, wanting. 

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Hands held and clasped, conversation relaxed, 

Words between us enchant, softly we laugh. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 2 – Kyrielle – “Facing The Void” #amwriting #poetry


Day 2 Prompt – The Void

As writers, and especially poetry writers, I believe we dive into the void on a regular basis to find the words, to gain perspective, to hibernate and more. How have you used the void? What does, “the void” mean to you?

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They said the void was some place dark, 

A place to fear, our thoughts to erase. 

Dove into the whirlpool, left my mark. 

Change begins, fearless the void face.

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Told me, the void was nothingness, 

I found vision, a sign of grace. 

Everything made sense, was goodness, 

Change begins, fearless the void face.

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Pathways curved, I yet had to fight, 

Marathon as life, mine a race. 

Engaged in battle, with small might. 

Change begins, fearless the void face.

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I experienced some awful times,

Then settled back, whirlpool escaped. 

Came out stronger, knowing my prize.

Change begins, fearless the void face.

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Peace and clarity, I gained true. 

Mind relaxed, no longer head case.

Spirit guided me, wings of lace. 

Change begins, fearless the void face. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 1: Time – Lunes – ” Fairytale Schemes” #amwriting #poetry


Day 1 Prompt: Time

Time is such a constant in our lives, racing the clock, wishing it would go faster or slower. Rarely do we get off the train of time and focus solely in the moment. What does time mean to you?

Write for ten minutes about an instant that time stood still, with as much detail as you can.

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I’m not giving you ten-

Minutes you pirate

Saving time, so it won’t —

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Fly; pulling me in with —

Mouthwatering words, 

Delicacies discovered with lost boys. 

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Awaking, dreamscapes to handwrite on —

Slate grey walls

Spinning gold on my spinning-wheel. 

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New challenge, birds trill softly, 

Cinderella, Snow White

Rub Genie’s lamp, grant wishes. 

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Cast my mind from other, 

Issues; be Alice

Slipping down rabbit hole secure. 

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Rabbit peering at his watch

He’s late and —

Time’s needed, succeeding, rebuilding. 

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Growing pains, Belle taming beast. 

Spreading wings that —

Are clipped, don’t fly — learning. 

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Remember how it was to soar, 

Such memories of —

Before, such ugly stepsister problems. 

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Dreams unfurling, dancing in clouds, 

Dress pink, blue

Time scatters, no Prince here. 

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Clicks, ticks, forces me to —

The edge and, 

Swimming through life as Crocodiles.

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To write is to hook, 

Live in more —

Than fairytales and breathe in;

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Crisp clean air, words trembling, 

Fierce-Bad rabbit, 

With adventureous schemes; shot down. 

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If elephants fly with their —

Ears flapping; I’ll 

Survive at father time’s leisure. 

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Around the bend, avoid wolves

Yet sleeping, awake —

No mild princess, time awaits. 

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