Tale Weavers: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (1) – “For the Little” #amwriting #poetry #taleweaver


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Tale Weaver’s Prompt August 10, 2017. The prompt has to do with birth

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Or lives may fade, flicker out,

Although time is short, new youth shout. 

Wild being young; then mellow, 

As life reaches end, they’ll bellow. 

At death’s cruelty at snatching, 

Their loved ones stolen before their time, thus grasped —

Death doing his duty, aiding the sick to pass. 

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In grief we forget they’re two sides, 

More than death, new life born crying.

Lusty wales, that mother’s yearn —

To hear when their baby’s have learned, 

Peace in the womb, is no longer.

Time to live, greet both Dad and Mom; 

Promise of life, legacy in children cherished, 

We all die, but we also train the youth and build them. 

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As necessary as death, is —

Our sweet infants crying so hard. 

Swaddled, held close, loved with full hearts, 

Provided best, us making do —

With the old, ensuring kids have food. 

All their needs, some wants, so they know they too belong. 

Not spoiling, letting them control, but nurturing strong. 

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So baby held within my arms, 

I promise you, here there’s no harm. 

As a babe and child, I can keep —

You safe, but you’ll grow learning; sweets —

Too many you’ ll become ill and keen

You don’t listen, life can be mean — 

It’s no piece of cake; but I’ll let you be little, although —

You’ll hate me; life has enough time for forgiveness too. 

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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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November Notes: Poem – Day 19 – Lunes – “Light Endures All” #novembernotes #poetry #amwriting #writing 


Today’s prompt song is “Meaning” by Gavin DeGraw.

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“Meaning” – Gavin DeGraw

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Simple words said in light, 

Reveal the truth;

In daylight our souls flourish. 

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But you’re a memory now;

And I’ve no, 

Lights to see, darkness holds. 

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I learn my lessons well,

I’ve found experience, 

Teaches only for so long. 

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Life has heartbreaks and heartaches, 

I’ve experienced both, 

You’re reaching out, far away. 

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You reach blindly for air, 

Wish you’d see,

Me as more than faceless.

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Climbing a trail, a pathway, 

Life’s a journey, 

We’re not meant to trek alone.

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There’s a meaning in life, 

We’re meant to —

Love largely, with our entirety. 

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Our hearts can bear grief, 

Only so much, 

Let’s both share our burdens. 

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Love gives meaning to the —

World ; and love —

Hasn’t ruined me; I survive. 

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Through pain and hardship, loss —

I’ve managed to —

Go on –light endures all. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 14 – Villanelle – “Fighting to Heal” #amwriting #poetry


Prompt Day 14: Shameful

What does the word “shameful” bring to mind for you? I found two quotes from nineteenth century French writer Victor Hugo that seem to capture my own thoughts on this word. Take a few minutes to free write and see where this leads you. Is it something you’ve done? Something that was done to you? Something you’ve observed on either a small, personal scale or large corporate or government level?”

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No one said, life is as believed, 

We pass each day, avoiding pain; 

Forgetting, shamefully deceived.

Our worlds turn amiss, we bleed;

Yet, from difficulties too we gain. 

Consider them in life as reprieves

Intense pain, blood leaks and we grieve,

Toxins cleansed, blood let, not in vain;

Wounds left, shamefully unseemly

Suffer, yet many a worse life conceive; 

World that’s mean, feeds on human pain.

Yet, we shine our hope, despite grief; 

Though our scars are deep, we still breathe. 

There’s strength fighting, not leaving, 

A man near death, not left to bleed. 

Sacrifice and freedom conceived. 

Sadness trickles past, cleansing rain;

Bathed in water, hope found, relief, 

Strength, warm light glows, hope healing. 

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Villanelle:

“A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).”

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Octelle – “Tears On Land” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge.

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She’s a porpoise in water swim,

Life for her, no playful passing whim.

In gossamer gown, butterfly —

Letting out her breath, with sad sigh.

Out of cocoon perhaps she’ll break?

If breathing didn’t count for her sake.

An angel dipping her wings in the dim.

A lonely child, she floats, won’t swim.

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Don’t give up your life in a breath,

Child with wings now so brightly set.

You’re no worm to be ashamed,

No worthless being created, blamed.

Diamond glimmers in God’s eye,

He sees in you no flaw, child abide.

You’re precious treasure life or death,

He handles all — porpoise deep breath.

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Dive in ocean, swim quick mammal,

Don’t be still — inhale air, expand —

Your lungs to breathe, realize —

Reasons, break cacoon and fly.

Leave world behind, most treasured,

You’re worth much more for measure.

Costly jewel cherished in God’s hand,

Angel breathe; let grief form tears on land.

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Octelle:

The Octelle, created by Emily Romano, is a poem consisting of eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Some Things Don’t Mix Like You Hoped


Sierra knew she shouldn’t be driving but she hadn’t been drinking since 1:00 am. The last song in the bar by Tim McGraw, played over in Sierra’s head: “Diamond Rings and Old Barstools.”

Sierra had been terribly upset at the end of the evening. Leaving quickly, when she spotted an old ex-boyfriend in the crowd. Casper’s clear green eyes had met Sierra’s intense blue and Sierra had fought her way through the crowd to the door.

Casper wasn’t any old boyfriend. He had broken Sierra’s heart ending their engagement two-years ago for no valid reason.

Sierra darted into the frosty morning and started her car. As she drove away she saw Casper standing outside the bar doors, staring at her car.

Sierra blinked with heavy eyes. The road ahead was blurred, shiny with odd lights, and the sun appeared to be rising . She checked her phone it read 6:15 am; Sierra had been driving aimlessly for three -hours.

She thought of Casper while driving into the morning sun. Lines from the Tim McGraw song came back to her: “I guess some things don’t mix like you hoped / Like me and you /  And Diamond rings and old barstools.” 

Tears leaked out of Sierra’s eyes, falling down her cheeks. She began crying so hard she had to pullover.” [S]ome things don’t mix like you hoped . . .” 

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“Diamond Rings and Old Barstools” – Tim McGraw

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Thanks to Roger Shipp fo hosting FFftPP.

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It’s Still Okay


Thanks to Madeeha who left #ItsStillOkay as an open challenge to bloggers. I am doing the same. If you want to participate feel free to and see the rules below:

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The task is to write a
paragraph/phrase/one-liner/poem/story/haiku/photograph/anything-else
which ends with the #ItsStillOkay and marks a perfect end to it!

Here are the rules:
1. Copy the logo and description
2. Write your perspective for #ItsStillOkay
3. Spread the challenge by keeping open nomination or by nominating at-least five fellow bloggers.

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There are terrible things occurring in this world.

There are many mean people, and more who are apathetic.

There are too many people suffering in their lives; the sad truth is, everybody suffers.

That’s what I think. But it’s hard to see through our own suffering, to see that someone else hurts much worse.

It is getting bad out there. I see many people who do not care about people. They care about pets, but ignore when a human has woes or dies.

And there are litters of animals getting the bad end of things too.

Rhino’s going extinct. Tiger’s disappearing. Dog’s left on the side of the road because they got to big and kind of smell.

Didn’t you google your breed of dog before you got him? Or put in the search engine: “cat’s that don’t cause allergies.”

Don’t you know that when an animal loves, they don’t see why you left them, what they did to make you leave them.

Animal’s don’t understand abandonment; they are meant to be cared for and they love you without fault.

And people who can think and reason cannot reason what they did wrong either, to have such a miserable life.

Why some should be so blessed and why others would have such deep sorrows? I don’t know but I know, there’s a God who takes care of us all.

Sometimes he tests us, sometimes he is using our suffering to teach us or help others see that there life is not so bad.

Sometimes we are at the end and he is saying, we are going home soon.

But I don’t know why there has to be suffering? I never understood it much until I suffered myself.

I don’t understand why there is so much affliction. Why there is sorrow and grief.

I just pray God keep me close to you, when I feel that I am so far away from His Glory.

I think that people need to be kinder, to help each other out more. I think we need to not forget about each other, as we move on with our lives.

I think we need to show more forgiveness. I think we need to forget about the past and take an apology not given from those who did us wrong.

We need to have more time where we just be together and appreciate each other.

Time where can be generous and help those who are more unfortunate in whatever their circumstance

I don’t understand many things in this world but I do believe that mankind (and woman too) can do good and be the change the world needs.

We need the good to balance the evil taking place. To help ourselves and our neighbours find a safe place, for in the end #ItsStillOkay.

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Suffer Alone


In response to Hastywords prompt: Theory of a Deadman IN RUINS

Were falling into bliss, kiss, destruction of our lives.

Do you know I’m ready to cry, there are no stones beneath my feet.

Hit, miss, you were something, now we’re nothing.

How could it be you who swept me off my feet, and then you dropped me,

What kind of gentlemen are you?

Release, I beg, release.

For, God’s sake, leave me in some kind of peace.

We are finished cold, and broken.

I have glass in my feet, from our shattered devotion.

You’re a liar and a thief, you took everything you had from me.

You’re a cheater, you’re a cad, you broke a girl and made her mad.

If you ever cared why did you come into my life like wind in the night,

carried me away like a dream wave, like the best thing that ever happened to me.

And now you dropped me as giant pearls falling off a string, bouncing into loneliness.

Did you even care at all, did it matter to you about the fall?

I fell hard, there was no one to catch me, and pick me up again.

You sing about our lives, you sing about your grief,

But you’ve never suffered the way I suffered, without relief.

How can you make promises, the moon and the all the stars,

How can you laugh the way we laughed, so hard it hurt to breath.

Now I can’t breath for shades of grief.

Release, release me I’m about to fall.

The hardest part about being alone, there’s no one to catch you,

you just crash and burn and suffer.

I fell, now I feel ageless, useless, tender and destroyed.

When there’s no one to catch you, you fall on hard stone.

All you do is suffer alone.

All you are is ruined.