Photo Challenge: Poem – Bop – “How To Save A Life” #dVerse #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge. I’m combining it with a #dVerse prompt. Thanks to Kim from Poet’s pub for hosting a poetry prompt on the theme of saving someone’s life. 

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How to save a life? Say the right words, 

Offer hope, say there’s more to live for, words —

Of compassion, tomorrow’s one more —

Day and within a day, world rewards. 

Those who could barely escape their despair, 

Providing hope, strength — live another day. 

If I’d known then, how to save a life. 

If you stepped back and gazed beyond, 

You would know, wonderful times are yonder. 

Take a moment breathe, be optimistic, 

Don’t let despair rule you, you’re not ‘with it,’ 

The clouds will lift, you’ll see and start to think. 

Your mind’s patterned to survive, not sink. 

You’ll see today, that your thoughts deluded, 

Don’t see that you’re needed, included. 

If I’d known then, how to save a life. 

I miss her, can’t ignore it, can’t undo, 

It’s why I sit here talking with you. 

There are times I wanted to help — couldn’t, 

I don’t know if the right words stop your doubt? 

But you should know I’m here until —

You decide to ask for help, fight to live. 

If I’d known then, how to save a life. 

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“How to Save A Life” – The Fray

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Three Line Tales: Darkness and Light #quotes #goodreads #3LineTales


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

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1. “It was dusk and the light had an ultra-violet quality to it, a final burst of pigmentation as night and day rushed at each other in a clash of colour prisms before darkness finally, inevitably won out.” 

― Karen Swan, Christmas in the Snow


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2. “The dance between darkness and light will always remain— the stars and the moon will always need the darkness to be seen, the darkness will just not be worth having without the moon and the stars.” 

― C. JoyBell C.

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3. “But if I’ve learned anything, it is that goodness prevails, not in the absence of reasons to despair, but in spite of them; if we wait for clean heroes and clear choices and evidence on our side to act, we will wait forever . . . [life] . . .  teach[es] me that people who bring light into the world wrench it out of darkness, and contend openly with darkness all of their days; [… they] were flawed human beings, who wrestled with demons in themselves as in the world outside; [for] me, their goodness is more interesting, more genuinely inspiring because of that reality; [the] spiritual geniuses of the ages and of the everyday simply don’t let despair have the last word, nor do they close their eyes to its pictures or deny the enormity of it’s facts; [they] say, “Yes, and …,” and they wake up the next day, and the day after that, to live accordingly.” 

― Krista Tippett, Speaking of Faith. 

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All Quotes curtesy of GoodReads. 

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November Notes: Poem – Day 21 – Octelle – “Leaving Now” #amwriting #novembernotes #poetry #writing


The song prompt for this day, is “Recreational” by Aaron Krause 

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“Recreational” – Aaron Krause

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This isn’t real, I cannot feel, 

Your lies are fine, don’t make it real. 

Your words remind me what you did, 

Your words hurt me within.

Keep your lies, no promises, 

There’s no more compromises.

You don’t say it outloud, your lips sealed, 

Numb inside, I’ll never fully heal. 

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The music starts, covers silence, 

I don’t want to hear your weak defence. 

Broken promises shatter, 

The shards so sharp scatter.

Didn’t mean the words you said, 

I called you out and you fled. 

Pretending you don’t hear me hence, 

I’m leaving, no reprehending. 

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – ” Yaya Mockingjay” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for this week’s photo challenge: 

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Have you cast all your doubts? 

Decided what’s best? 

An old women has regrets, 

There is no life without them. 

It’s difficult, knowing what’s right, 

I just tried my best. 

Listened to my elders, 

As my mother always said.

But there are days I know, 

My best is not enough.

I’m pushing and pulling,

No strength in my bones. 

I’m yelling and shouting, 

But my words aren’t enough,

“We don’t speak your language Yaya.” 

My grandchildren laugh. 

They always need more,

More than dry-bones can provide. 

I feel drained and drowned, 

In lost potential. 

Yaya down and she can’t raise herself up. 

Drenched in such evil, 

Of those with no conscience;

Their knowing looks, eyes that know nothing.

They’re missing my years, my wisdom learned, 

But I’m stuck in thick sticky mud, 

And no one helps an old woman up. 

There’s no hand to help comfort Yaya, 

Her life was tough and unsparing. 

The mud is the only spa I know or ever have, 

A facial mask of sludge and worms. 

An archaic beauty mask. 

Somebody hear, what I’ve learned — listen: 

Your mistakes and your ills you repeat, 

Each day I try to tell you but it’s not enough. 

You smile at me empty eyes, 

My words pass through your ears, 

The wind blows loudly there.

What’s enough? 

Until I’ve drawn my last breath? 

Until I’m lying here still — dead, 

Knowing some journeys such as mine, 

Must be made alone and for naught. 

A solo expedition, my entire culture lost, 

Must I stay on the roads of antiquity? 

Can I grow with the changing world? 

Give me a reason to deviate: 

I must stop the mudslide from coming.

Spitting sludge from my lips, 

Lord, why don’t they hear? 

The roar of doom and pain approaching. 

It will wash them away, 

When I’m safe in the heavens. 

Does being old make me invisible? 

The crevices of my face are a map, 

And my eyes the lights to yesterday. 

Learn from the past, I pray. 

Where is the light? 

Where is the hope? 

I’m just an old bird, a simple sparrow, 

How do I become a Mockingjay? 

I saw her fight in the movies, 

We need a Mockingjay today, 

A bird of pray who acts, 

Not sleeping through each day. 

How do I bring hope, become a symbol? 

How do I teach my young, 

To mimic a wisdom long past. 

You won’t like what I have to say I know, 

But you would hear, a Mockingjay. 

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Poem: Free Verse – ” You Get What You Give” #poetry #amwriting 


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If words tumble out, a stumbling of words and tongue, 

Can you answer my questions, when I stutter and cry? 

When evil conspires in the speech of a mere voice, 

Not a person infront of you, just words over the phone.

Maybe you think you’re doing your job? 

But you’re morally decrepit. 

Bankrupt of mercy, and I wish you — nothing, 

But Karma, to flip you upside-down. 

The concept of Karma means, 

You get what you give, no matter who you are.  

We’re all mean, corrupted, and selfish, 

A world wide problem, broken inside and out, 

Some of us more ruined than others. 

We convince ourselves what is right, 

Anything I guess, if you can sleep at night?

But I am no cupcake, I will not be devoured.

I may be a little person, compared to the status of many, 

But as the words go, “I’m fiercer,” than most.

And my heels are dug in, I’ve retired my lipstick, 

And brought out my spears and my battle armour, 

The spirited warrior, though “she be little,” 

Diligent because,  I know what you’ll receive —

Exactly what you deserve, someday soon. 

So, I’ll show forgiveness, I won’t hold a grudge,

Because God alone, is your judge.

I don’t have to do anything, 

Because one day it will be you. 

Life happens, leaves us battered, 

In a senior’s home or a car accident. 

Could be any condition or disease, one day it will be you, 

So I pray for you, and I wish —

That someone will be kinder than you were to me, 

Someone will believe you’re actually sick.

Someone will care, how you will eek out a living. 

Someone will care, and won’t leave you empty handed. 

Hands full of nothing, but words which don’t matter, 

Words, no one hears, because Karma came knocking.

I hope someone listens, and has a good heart, 

For in some way we all suffer, and must lift each other up.

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Poem: Free Verse – ” Silver and Gold “


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You can say it in as many ways, 

As it comes to your mind, 

You can try to convince me otherwise,

But I have drawn a line.

Cross the line, I’ll tell you how it goes,

My answer, you’ll probably hate.

But scars run deep, criss-crossing,

Battle wounds which don’t completely heal.

You only see a slight raised line,

White and long —

 But I feel the pain of the wound.

I remember how the scar came to be,

I know how I screamed inside,

Trying to be brave, 

As the cut ran red with blood,

Gore and trauma, degradation.

A scar such as this doesn’t merely heal,

It can reappear and open-up,

A wound that flares with blood-red drops.

Underneath the skin is pink marble,

And  you can see how deep it went,

Layers pealed back as I cried with pain.

It’s my scar on my body;

Apart of me for life.

A mark that lives on my skin and —

I have curves, I will not lie.

But my curves aren’t perfect creamy white,

 Scars and nicks lie here and everywhere.

Disfigurement remaining there, 

I’m imperfect and I’m flawed.

Don’t you know strength was born from such scars?

Curves are real and they reflect,

A body blessed with shape and allure.

But what I want you to notice,

When my skin is bare,

The scars angry red, left there.

For those scars are what will always be,

They are me, and I am them.

If you can accept them,

You can love me too, 

For on my body they are silver and gold,

Worth what I’ve been through.

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Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompts Scar and Curve.

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Poem: Minute (no rhyme) – “Going to Travel”


Don’t say where I cannot go to,

I’m more then I,

Appear to be,

Don’t be fooled.

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Why couldn’t you be supportive and,

Believe that I,

Could do it on,

My own, two feet.

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I look up to you and you don’t see,

There are some things,

You have to do,

You can’t have fear.

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Why let your fears control you,

Don’t walk away,

Support me now,

Your guilty voice.

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Can’t see that, I can be alone,

I’ve heard the fire,

In the wind it,

Calls me — travel.

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Poem/Song: “Lift Us Up” 


At the end of the day, 

You’re lost and you’re praying,

Lord please lift me up.

The skys are all grey, 

I feel lost and I stray, 

God, please lift me up.

I don’t know all your plans, 

But many you have,

I don’t have strength for much,

But Please lift me up,

When nobody cares about anyone else,

When we throw out our neighbours, 

As if they don’t mean much,

When we war, and we’re dying,

In life and inside us,

Please lift us up.

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And I know I won’t make it without your grace,

I’d be nothing but ashes without your love,

From dust we were made of, to dust we’ll return to,

So, now while I’m living, I say:

Lord Please lift me up.

Lift us up, lift us over,

Climb the mountains we’ve made,

Give us your reflection,

Save us from life’s strain,

When your cup runneth over,

May we be thankful at least,

When the cup seems to run dry,

When we don’t know the words,

To say how much we need you,

Give us strength, give us meaning, 

God, please lift us up.

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My prayer is so simple,

And you know I’m imperfect,

Lord, please lift me up.

I’ve done terrible things,

No matter if in thought or deed,

God, please lift me up.

When they’re children not eating,

Mom’s have nothing to feed them,

When the day aches as pain assails,

Yes, Please lift us up, 

When worse pain, is inside,

When you’re waging against demons,

When nothing has meaning,

When we’re so lost we’re grieving,

When we’ve walked out on life,

Please lift us up.

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And I know I won’t make it without your grace,

I’d be nothing but ashes without your love,

From dust we were made of, to dust we’ll return to,

So, now while I’m living, I say:

Lord Please lift me up.

Lift us up, lift us over,

Climb the mountains we’ve made,

Give us your reflection,

Save us from life’s strain,

When your cup runneth over,

May we be thankful at least,

When the cup seems to run dry,

When we don’t know the words,

To say how much we need you,

Give us strength, give us meaning, 

Lord, please lift us up.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: He Came Home


“Hey girly. Such a good girl. How about a belly rub? Last one for a few months, I’ve got to go fight some bad guys. Seems as if there is an unending supply of them. That’s life, eh Emmie?” my Dad Dylan says.

Then, he kisses my Mom Kristine.” It’s going to be alright, Kristy. You know how well we’re trained for these missions. I’ll be back in a few months sweetheart. Email me, you can write me an old-fashioned letter even.”Dylan remarks soothing Kristine. 

“What if this is the time . . . I never see you again, and it’s only Emmie and I? I’ve only had five-years with you. It’s not enough.”

Dylan hugs Kristine tight and they both cry. I feel their sadness and cuddle between them to comfort us all. I whimper and I lick their salty hands.

“Emmie, you sucky girl. I’ll be home before you know it,” Dylan tells me giving me one last pet and kissing Kristine hard.

“Don’t go Dad, don’t leave us. Mom’s sad, I don’t want her to be sad. You didn’t walk me today. Mom will be too sad to walk me….” I yap to Dylan. But he leaves.

Ages pass before I hear Dylan whistle. I bark in delight; he came home.

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Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Day 25 – NaPoWriMo – Clerihew – ” Kim Kardashian”


She’s the fabulous Kim K.

She’s got too much to say about nothing K?

She’s the most popular woman with a baby to tend.

What’s more,  she’s got a fake rear end.