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#NovemberNotes Day 11: Poem – Quadrille – “No Us Anymore” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse


For November Notes Day 11 the song is “What About Us” by P!NK. I’m combining prompts with Mish from #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille poetry form prompt using the word/theme rock.

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What About Us” – P!nk

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Searchlights in dimness,

Stars gleaming pixies.

Billions of beautiful hearts,

Thumping strong;

What about us?

No happily ever after.

Riddled with problems,

No reconfiguring.

We are but children,

Crying for love.

Flames hovering,

In darkness;

Why must we maintain —

Rock hard control?

Let’s be free,

To let go.

There’s no us anymore.

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Day 5 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge: Poem – A L’Arora – “Steps To Eternity” #amwriting #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge


For Day 5, the NaPoWriMo poetry prompt is ” to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often.” The accompanying A to Z Challenge today starts with a GoodRead’s author’s quote, with a name beginning with the letter E.


Forest Pathway NaNo
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“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.” ― Emma Goldman


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Down the path of foliage, between all the trees,

It’s where I find my space, my home sweet home.

There’s something about crisp green leaves,

Wet after the rain, while the dew clings, not letting go.

With road passing through, steps to eternity,

Enthrall me in summer’s breath, the scent of the morning,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

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Tree branches entwining, limbs gripped with passion,

Used to the presence of parallel lovers.

They’re completely attached, unwilling to let go,

Nymphs holding fast, enraptured with each other,

With the road passing through, steps to eternity, 

Absorbing the thrill of the mid-summer fairy dance.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

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Some brilliant reckless person crafted this road,

Travelers speeding through trees, guarding the sacred path.

Some pause knowing they’ve discovered sanctuary,

Freedoms breeze, they’ll stop to admire the sentinels guarding.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity,

A place where verdant nature, holds a secret prosperity.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

For hours I’ve wandered through lush trees,

Delicate roses growing, shadowed by dripping leaves.

Overcome am I, by epic beauty, of roses sweetly pink,

Crushing them in my hands, to absorb the memories.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity.

Inhaling the fragrance of aspiring life, in roses soft,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security. 

*****

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Day 2 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge: Poem – Tankas – “Recipes and Baking” #amwriting #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge 


Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe! It can be a recipe for something real, like your grandmother’s lemon chiffon cake, or for something imaginary, like a love potion or a spell. The quote was is by Bob Spitz for B about Julia Child’sand her  cooking for the A to Z Challenge.

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“The cooking was invigorating, joyous. For Julia, the cooking fulfilled the promises that Le Cordon Bleu had made but never kept. Where Le Cordon Bleu always remained rooted in the dogma of French cuisine, Julia strove to infuse its rigors with new possibilities and pleasures. It must have felt liberating for her to deconstruct Carême and Escoffier, respecting the traditions and technique while correcting the oversight. “To her,” as a noted food writer indicated, “French culinary tradition was a frontier, not a religion.” If a legendary recipe could be improved upon, then let the gods beware.” 

― Bob Spitz, Dearie: The Remarkable Life of Julia Child

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Recipes we shared,

How to make it through the day;

Standing up for those–

Requiring a healing—

Touch: letting yourself let go.

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Is there a recipe,

A formulation for life?

Mixing ingredients,

Brown sugar, eggs, vanilla.

Soda or powder to rise.

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Bakings a pastime,

In the kitchen with great-grandma,

Then with my grandma.

Later baking confections,

With my Mom and her methods.

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One starts to know what,

Each person loves best,

Correctly; knowing —

Small portions grow bigger; the —

Scent of cinnamon inhaled.

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On some occasions,

A person needs to bake sweet cookies.

Decadent brownies,

During the holidays with,

Rich chocolate icing too.

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Baking has taught me,

Life’s no slice of mouth-watering

Chocolate cake, but there —

Are times when a recipe,

Is what gets you through.

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Endorphins, sugar,

A wretched day can be healed.

There’s a tomorrow,

Chocolate means it’s looking up,

One more day you can get through.

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Lists, My Thoughts, Nature, Pinterest, Quotes, Writing

Notable Quotes February Part One #quotes #pinterest


Well, January has passed already. For me, it feels like it’s still right after Christmas. However, I won’t complain when the winter flies by fast — the sooner it flies by, the warmer it will be in Alberta. 

But this too depends on several little ground hogs tomorrow, all who we do not really know if they’ve seen their shadow. So we’ll see, as for now some quotes to make you think. Cheers! 

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Tale Weavers: Poem – Synchronicity – “Safe” #amwriting #taleweavers #poetry #BellLetsTalk


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Tale Weaver’s prompt which is: a story through the eyes of a child. 

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Mommy you let go my hand, I’m quick–

Mere seconds pass, I’m laughing freely, 

I run. 

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Mommy, I’m giggling what it is —

Feeling free, everyone looks at me, 

Smiling.

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Down the aisles of Superstore, 

You’ve lost me, can you find me now? 

I’m fast.

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Boxes, packages to pull down, 

Grinning, happy, into candy, 

Sitting —

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Waiting for me on the shelf are —

My favourite chocolate and gummies;

Mommy? 

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Where’d you go? I think I’m lost, 

I’m scrunching my face, tears begin, 

Where’d you —

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Go? Mommy; don’t leave me here now, 

Some lady grabbed my hand and —

It hurts.

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She won’t let go, dragging me off, 

Stranger danger; no one helps me,

Let Go! 

*****

It’s okay now, Mommy is here

Holding you close, grabbing your hand;

She runs.

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Scared I’ll turn her in and I should, 

Who tries to kidnap a child in —

Daylight? —

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 At all? Cannot trust, stay near me, 

Now you know why and you’re safe, 

From harm.

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Mommy will never let you go, 

Her precious boy, her sweet sunshine, 

Is hers.

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Notable Quotes for August (Part 2) #quotes #pinterest 


Good Afternoon! This month’s second round of notable quotes. Hope you enjoy them! 

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “As If I Never Was” #amwriting #poetry


Thank you to Mind Loves Misery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt.

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I lay beside you yet, 

And I couldn’t move if I tried.

Skin still scintillating each other’s skin;

Waiting for another round, 

Bliss and fractured words,

Lies, but touch tells truth. 

And your hand, I can’t let go of;

I’m here and I’m trying, 

So close to you, I try —

To be who you want me to, 

But I’m not her, I’m only me, 

Your mind dances with her image.

We have the night, 

The pale moonlight’s shine, 

Tomorrow I’ll be gone.

And it will be for you, 

As if, I never was.

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Poem: Cinquins (2,4,6,8,2) – ” A Place To Breathe” #wordhighjuly #amwriting



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There are,

Places we find, 

The world scars our being.

Sanctuary is needed, 

What’s yours? 

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In our, 

Minds overwhelmed, 

By everything we need–

To do, but relief comes with breathing,

In, out.

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Perhaps, 

It’s a place with, 

Grassy knolls and sun beams bright, 

Where yoga mats lay, and you pose and,

Stretch-out.

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Release, 

Everything pent —

Up inside your heart box, 

From the years, shoving secrets deep, 

Relax.

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Tell who, 

You must and let, 

Your friend know, these hard times, 

You’re letting them all go, melting,

Away.

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Perhaps, 

It’s a place with, 

A lake and fishing poles, 

And a serenity found in quiet, 

Have peace.

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Maybe, 

You read books and, 

Spend the whole day absorbed, 

Letting time pass, body revives,

Mind rests.

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Maybe,

You run because, 

Endorphins flow and you —

Feel alive on pavement jogging.

Freeing.

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Perhaps, 

You spend the day, 

With an old friend, or your spouse.

Maybe you pretend you are both young.

Dreaming.

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Or you, 

Could travel far, 

See art, culture breathe new —

Experiences and let wanderlust, 

Take you.

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Wherever, 

You go, you need

Find your kalinai, 

Serenity, deep in your soul.

Peace be.

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Maydays: Poem – Wrapped Refrain – “To the Water” #Maydays



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Thank you to K.L. Caley of new2writing for hosting #Mayday prompts. Today’s prompt is a tale about water.

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When I’m feeling down and upset,

When life’s challenged me to forget,

I travel to the sea, waves aquamarine.

Bathing suite, sunglasses, and sunscreen.

On a beach  spending time rejuvenating, sleeping.

Better to vacation then let life overtake feelings.

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Can’t allow life to depress you,

Work through it with waves blue,

Walkng shore, water washes away,

Stress and trial, giving free sway.

See you spend your time in the oceans water tumbling,

Carefree, smile returns, spirit glows, ire crumbling.

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So set your spirit free swimming,

See the sun on water glimmer.

Let the kids play with floating toys,

In shallow water laughing joy,

A beach day was all you needed to let go life’s pain.

When I’m feeling low, water aides, even merely, rain.

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Poem: Quatern – “It Hurt”


A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme. 

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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I thought I’d be fine, but it hurt.

When you said ‘you’re not important.’

When you admitted you don’t care.

I’m only another woman, not even special.

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You didn’t mean to be like that — harsh,

I thought I’d be fine, but it hurt.

Maybe, it was the way you said it.

But you crushed what I felt — some hope.

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Perhaps, I should be more reasonable.

Let things with you go as they go.

I thought I’d be fine, but it hurt.

Who wants to be like every woman.

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I’d rather be a diamond, not–

Your sloppy seconds, thirds, or fourths.

I’d like to say goodbye to you,

I thought I’d be fine, but it hurt.

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