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#OctPoWriMo Day 21/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Burn Brightly Sun Flower” #photochallenge #poetry 


OctPoWriMo Day 21’s theme is nothing remains the same. Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Photo Challenge. 

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Credit: Denise Kwong
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Burn brighter burn free, 

Life has rich possibility. 

Burn brighter blaze paths. 

You can go wherever you must, 

Let your soul live, although your experience lacks. 

Be an inferno and burn skyward, 

With every broken breath; 

Endurance is key. 

As the most golden sunflowers, 

Shine sunny with ease. 

Life doesn’t mean your always strong, 

It means at times your delapitated,

Destroyed, fire burning out. 

But you can rise up, rebuild, 

Don’t hide in your space suit,

Embrace the sunflowers, eat their seeds,

Be free of your worries and breath. 

You form the mountains, 

The ones you must climb. 

You know the source of your eternal flame, 

You’ll find the emotion, your heart strength, and soul power, 

To carry on when you must. 

So that even when you’re shattered,  

There’s light in your embers; 

Fire stirring in yesterday’s cinders. 

And you’ll rise up and quiver, 

As the flames reach higher; 

Although your afraid of being scorched, 

Of never rising completely, 

Burning brightly is passion to keep pushing forward. 

Your life is more than tranquility, 

Its a bonfire of fortitude and one long day from now, 

Your soul will flutter into eternity; 

Your inner flame, your blessed soul, 

Lives on by faith, cascading passed a finite world. 

Past stumbling rocks, 

Toil that made you sweat. 

Past your fears and tears, 

Beyond to embers reigniting —

Without end. 

Burn fierce little girl, the world is yours, 

Burn fierce little boy, you’ve many choices. 

First, burn brightly in freedom to play and be young, 

Love with passion, 

With a smile as sunflowers young. 

Beam full of laughter, 

Fueling your inner fire. 

Burn fierce and discover —

Quiet fires run deep, 

But will never snuff out, 

Into nothingness. 

With the depth of soul fire, 

Flames extinguished rise, 

Are as lively wild fires, 

Magnificent sunflowers. 

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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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Three Line Tales: Poems – Lunes – “Blinded” #3LineTales #poetry #amwriting 


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Credit: Matt Palmer via Unsplash

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I’ll say it, because every —

Woman’s thinking it. 

We all know sparklers burn. 

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Fire burns, even with goggles. 

No sober woman, 

Or drunk, would place fire —

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Right near to her eye, 

Expecting sometime she —

Won’t get burned or blinded. 

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Sonnet (Nurado) – “Forever Burn” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW. Also thank you to Bjorn of Poet’s Pub #dVerse prompt for hosting a poetry prompt on Pabulo Nurado’s sonnets.

” Nurado’s sonnets have no rhyme scheme, are meter-free, and are 14 lines, with a volta when you go from the two quatrain into the the concluding tercets. This is consistent with an Italian (or Petrarchan sonnet). ” 

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Here he sells his wares, the sidewalk his shop, 

He’s weary of unlookers, keeping his clay jar’s burning incense. 

I stand nearby, asking myself, “For what reason, 

Do these fires burn? What wares has he purloined today?”

And stones gathered against the burnt sienna fence, 

Mark that, this is his place, where he works and lives. 

Hocks his wares, keeps the fire’s in the jars stoked, 

Tiny stoves remain lit from dawn until midnight. 

His goods move quick, I’m quite surprised, 

To me they’re nothing much, yet, I buy a wood carving. 

With a crumpled bill and pocket coins, freely given. 

My fingers slide over dips and ridges, measure his small carving, 

Such intricate, minute detail; but never have I found —

Why the clay fires forever burn, incense floating to the heavens. 

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Music Prompt # 8: Poem – Blitz – ” Real Violent Ocean” based off of “Calm Before the Storm” by Sarah Ross #amwriting #poetry #musiccprompt 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last Friday’s music challenge. It was based on the song ” Calm Before the Storm” by Sarah Ross. 

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Calm Before the Storm” – Sarah Ross

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Calm before the storm

Calm perceived, not real

Real quiet, crows flying 

Real quiet, eerie silence 

Silence is all you deserve

Silence before your fall

Fall from saving grace 

Fall from your glories

Glories were lies 

Glories were false promises 

Promises fade, are taken away 

Promise, the storm will be fierce 

Fierce as the rain drowning your voice

Fierce as the thunder screaming 

Screaming across the darkest skies 

Screaming as lightening fires 

Fires and hits you, sparks 

Fires right between your eyes, terrified 

Terrified of the calm before the storm 

Terrified when I warned —

Warned you little boy

Warned you as clouds turned grey, too late —

Too late to hold your breath

Too late as water cleanses, drowns

Drowns your pleading voice

Drowns her cursed moans that flew

Flew freely, you cannot hide

Flew undisguised, I heard surprised? 

Surprised the worst ain’t happened yet

Surprised the storm intensifies 

Intensifies my thirst for revenge, 

Intensifies my grief, you only see 

See the calm before the storm 

See the sky ominous red 

Red as rage, passion emblazed
Red as my ripped apart heart

Heart of the storm rises 

Heart of mine wishes you gone 

Gone your presence 

Gone, don’t let your presence be prolonged

Prolongs my misery 

Prolongs, such hatred brewing 

Brewing tornado in your trailer park

Brewing in the marsh, a wild storm 

Storms create, deep dank of cruel life

Storms erupt in my tranquil ocean. 

Ocean forms my monstrous storm, 

Life, you paid the price in my maelstrom. 

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The Blitz Poem: 

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. 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.

For more information see Shadow Poetry.

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Music Prompt #5: Poem – Lunes – “Not Your Mama” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Music Prompt every second Friday. Last week’s song was “I Ain’t Your Mama” by Jennifer Lopez. I guess next time I’ll have to pick a better song, no one was interested in giving this one a go. But I should write for my own prompt at least. 

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Credit: 2nd Chance Water Restoration

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“I Ain’t Your Mama” by Jennifer Lopez

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I’m not just the woman, 

Who cooks for, 

Love, your favourite foods served. 

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I’m not the one who should, 

Be waking you, 

To work, every single morning. 

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Crazy in love, partners united, 

We’ve fallen apart, 

Let’s glue the past together. 

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For a future where we’re —

Both committed; both —

Living life to the fullest.

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No settling into comfortable boredom, 

Watching TV not, 

Noticing each other, nor caring. 

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Do some house work, it —

Will heat up, 

The sheets; bring back fire —

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And if you don’ t desire, 

Changes or improvement, 

Tell me now, I’ll pack —

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My bags; I’ll start again, 

Because I deserve —

Better — I Ain’t Your Mama. 

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Notable Quotes June Part One #pinterest quotes 


Yay! Time for quotes again. Hope you are all well and find a piece of inspiration here from one of these notable lines. 

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Day 29 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/Photo Challenge: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Arbitrary Blackness” #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge #SylviaPlath


Thanks to NEKEEREJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge. For NaPoWriMo the prompt is ” to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. . . After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem. The last letter of the A to Z Challenge is of course the letter Z for a GoodRead’s quote. 

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Credit: Andi Abdul Halil

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All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.” — Sun Tzu, The Art of War

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Noun – “arbitrary blackness” 

– “drops dead, “head,” imagined you”, come home, never did, lost love, war, hoping, never returned so he was lost in the war, she becomes this blackness, because he is gone, “Satan’s men” – the Nazi’s in Germany, exit, dreamed was with him in bed, dreams always, but she is mad, he exists no longer, never returned so never was? 

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They say this is no war for girls to fight in,

The men go off to fight their battles, estranged.

For everyone, life’s callous rearranged.

If he’s out there, he’s changed, sick as sin. 

Everyone, everywhere drops dead, there’s no win.

In cities, in ghettos, wars collide. 

Drop dead, silly head, mad but I’m alive. 

Gone for all time, years ago in air thin

Arbitrary blackness fills my soul. 

Satan’s men on trial, live in soul’s holes. 

With those from the camps, fuel for fire.

Haunted dreams, PTSD now respired. 

Mad to love you, but I wait and desire.

Arbitrary blackness still encloses.

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Day 20 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/SPF: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Dragons and Quiditch” #poetry #AtoZChallenge #NaPoWriMo #flashfiction 


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to “write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game.” The A to Z Challenge GoodReads quote author’s name begins with the letter Q. 

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Credit: Jade M. Wong

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“Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future. And time future contained in time past.”  ― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

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Quidditch played above the ground below, I zoom, 

Avoiding bludgers on my sleek broom stick. 

The beaters nearby to keep me safe, I’m slick. 

No one thought to ask why the dragons so loomed, 

Why there coming pronounced such grave doom. 

The chasers zoom ’round, to find the quaffle, 

While the keeper guards the goals, I waffle. 

Snitch in view, I, the seeker on my broom. 

But the roars and the fire reach closer, 

We’re becoming antsy as such fearsome —

Dragons fly into the field, some they screech. 

No one sees, how short a lifetime is made, 

When you’re flying for your life, no exposure, 

If revealed, dragons will take you to keep. 

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Day 12 – NaPoWriMo/ A to Z Challenge/FFfAW: Poem – Free Verse – “The River’s Course” #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge #poetry #flashfiction


Today’s NaPoWriMo is to “write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration (the use of repeated consonant sounds) and assonance (the use of repeated vowel sounds).” For A to Z Challenge the GoodReads quote is from the letter L. As well, thanks to Pricless Joy for hosting FFftAW.


Water and Rocks FFftAW
Credit: Maria of Doodles and Scribbes

“The thing about love is that you will never run out of it. It’s an ever-flowing river. So go ahead and LOVE. What are you saving all this love for — death?”
Kamand Kojouri


 

The river she flows fluent, flourishing in her mad descent,

Rapids, water reeling past rocks leading her to a path of providence.

Fast, and fleet, a river rivaling; I’ve experienced —

On the weary trail, the river cutting, crushing the rocks.

She carves her path, ploughing silt to the shore,

Debris of dramatic, erosion deciding on the the crooked carved path.

The water, she must flow, finding her fabulous spark in the light of —

Lumionous sunlight, searing in the afternoon heat.

For this river runs through the desert, the orange, organic trails,

Mixed with red-rock, rizing in the Arizona afternoon.

Cliffs creating a canyon so deep and wide, where the water dances through.

No one to stop her destruction of rock, her pounding so hard it hurts,

But the river rivals all, keeps on carving her way —

Through the canyon cringing, when she chops off more silt.

Off its brilliant fire, she finds a place where the —

River rests in waterfalls crashing and carniverous,

Then she wanes as she reaches shore and and lays back breathing,

At ease, she is pleased and settles,

Against the sand of some beach, somewhere; she’s oblivious —

Simply sliding against sand,

No more cutting of solid rock required,

Tranquility is in the tide, easing in and out,

The river finds, rests with her lover,

Her and the shore are silent heart beats.


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