Poem: Free Verse (Quatrains) – “Slow Sweet Burn of Life” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to The Daily Prompt for the words Burn and Pleasure.

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Pleasure it awakes in swirls of dreams, 

Our thoughts hold the key to a slow sweet burn.

To our wildest and most tempestuous scenes.

Seductive and entralling time, causing rug burn.

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Who plays the Queen of hearts, the lady prestine? 

As our hearts smoke, cinder and ash burn.

Or wish we only for, human contact; no pipe dreams,

One hand holds another with compassionate concern.

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A tiny fist squeezes back, dressed in winter white cream.

The pleasure in the laughter of baby’s unreserved.

The precocious and precious delights of a child us appease.

Giggling with exuberance, gurgles for future ice cream.

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Of love and light and fascinating swirls gleaned.

Pleasure seeking knowledge, conversation purred.

Inspiration; genuflection to God, alter the flaws, appease.

Right the wrongs, make what’s true everyone’s concern.

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Ambiant light; the truth in fog, bliss in dreams.

Lovers kiss, and delight in beloved’s eternal burn.

With desire and, touch, and scent, all streamed.

Only for a deep, true love, do some lucky, yearn.

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Embrace, scintillate soulmate; live in love’s esteem.

 Imperfections, what makes us human? To aid, serve.

Endorphins, serotonin, results in passionate beings.

But the true-love is rare; seeing life’s wheel turning.

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Adoration of fractures in each other; lost words breathing.

Pleasure in such imperfect cracks of others learned.

Pleasure in memories; in night’s hectic moonbeam.

Yourself, thinking back; ignoring anxious concerns.

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Of Pleasure indulge; of moments in life, redeeming.

Treasure seconds; breezy, blowing freedom unreserved.

As the light shines on, linger in pleasurable daydreams.

Feel yourself lost in thought, of life’s slow sweet burn.

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Day 9 – NaPoWriMo- Visual Poetry – ” At This Moment”


A note: The prompt is to do visual poetry such as in a shape or some sort of form. I had this before as a prompt in the Writing 201 Poetry course and I hate it! If there was a way I could do it on here perhaps I wouldn’t hate it as much. But there isn’t a way so and I don’t have time to color you a poem today on paper and take a picture. So the way I am going to be visual is with my words.

“At this Moment”

The blowing of the tall green grass gasping and growing in the air as it glows in the sunshine apt for yellow rays of bright burning rays and crystal white puffs of clouds trailing beyond the horizon and floating in blueness and newness of the cool breathtaking  magnetic sky.

I am waiting in my living room dark red furniture with lines of yellow and brown cushions with a lighter brown, reddish brown, orangey red, and maroon brown; sitting on the couch it’s cushy and am writing.

The computer hums softly with the electronic stillness of air going through technology in a soft silent and repeating noise.

I am waiting for the guise of flowers now dying in sick green water, white perfect roses withered and bright almost neon green leaves dying; all that’s living is the proud white lily as she sticks her triumphant petals in the air and inner orange brightness shines as the sun.

She stinks but not one would kill her for her smell she is only one and a vision in the lines and pale pastel brown paint that covers this house.

And I zoom back out to the sunshine knowing I’ll be travelling in it and I am warmed by the air that blows my bright blond head back in anticipation, that automation of the trees and their leaves as they are all pine and the coniferous trees have yet to burst into bloom.

I sit and I wonder of the clouds and the cars moving slowly past the this deserted street and I am in awe of a beautiful day.

Waiting A Long Time


There are times when you are waiting and time just flies by but there are other times when the seconds ticking by feel like years.
I’m not sure if I prefer time passing slowly or time passing fast.

When I’m having a great time and want time to pass slowly it doesn’t seem to. I’ll be having a great time with friends or have projects I need time to finish and suddenly I’m out of time. But when I’m waiting for a good time to start, time passes lazily, slowly, and boringly. Particularly, when I’m waiting for a ride or when I’m waiting for a bus, time slows down.

Tonight I have an hour and half to kill before I can go to the bar with A. But I just prefer to start my evenings earlier because it doesn’t feel like I’m waiting all day. Maybe I just get bored — I think that’s the problem. But when you’ve done all you think you can do without tiring yourself out for the night, what do you do? I’ve watched TV, read, surfed the web, pinned on Pinterest, Facebooked, and anything else I could think of, so now what?

Partly, I think it depends if your an evening or a morning person. I most definitely was a night person but now I’m like an afternoon to 9 pm person lol. That’s when I’m at my best I mean. I’m not a morning person at all. I’m still kind of drowsy from sleeping medications at that point.

But maybe it has to more do with that I get all my stuff done at an earlier time then A. He gets up at 1 pm usually and does a lot of stuff late afternoon and night. He’s 5 years older then me and when he goes to the bar at midnight or 1 pm, I’m ready to go home these days. Sometimes I get out there and I’m great, could last to morning. But usually I like my sleep in the mid mornings hours. It’s a shame because some places such as Las Vegas become alive at that time.

So, I’ve passed some time writing and watching different movies. The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King is on and I haven’t seen LOTR in a long time. Probably, haven’t seen it since it first came to DVD. But I am looking forward to LOTR predecessor The Hobbit: Battle of The 5 Armies (something like that). I’m going to see that with my little brother at the end of next week.

But that should be about it for tonight’s ramblings. I think I should go get ready now it’s almost 10:30 pm. Thanks for listening, it made time speed up for a moment.

Suffering


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The word suffer according to the Merriam Webster Dictionary means “to experience pain, illness, or injury; to experience something unpleasant  (such as defeat loss or damage); to become worse because of being badly affected by something.” Through the suffering of my beloved pet Nikki I have learnt what it is to suffer. But let us not forget that the suffering of people in this world is far worse than the suffering of any animal but the endurance of suffering through our pets can also be quite damaging.

Since rheumatoid arthritis has shown it’s face it’s been an utterly intolerably cruel disease to Nikki. At first she could still walk but it was a very slow and paced walk. Then her muscle began to give way and her walking became rarer, became a loping, an utterly hard process to watch as she tried to stay off of her previously injured front right paw and make her way around the upstairs floor. She could no longer go to the basement or go outside in the back yard because there were to many stairs for her and she could hurt herself badly. Now Nikki, having lost almost all her strength has one good point around supper time in the day where she can maybe get up to just snag a little treat but mostly she just lies there. And I ache for her suffering because without pain killers her legs hurt. And it still hurts her to raise her body off the floor and if she stands she stands for but a moment before falling and she has learnt the correct way to fall as to not hurt herself more. Her body, her legs are giving out.

I sit with her at lunch. Where she used to come and beg, I go to her and give her a few scraps from lunch. I give her some vegetables and pieces of toast with peanut butter. It makes me feel better that she is eating something because I had to hand feed hera portion of herkibble this morning. Today I am trying to get her to drink but even putting a short little dish or water by her head

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and holding her head to drink, she isn’t interested. The only time I can see she feels pleasure is when we feed her little scraps or pet her because she pants and smiles. Other than that, her tail is between her legs and she just lies around on the floor. She was a snuggly dog before and she can’t snuggle. So I pet her many times as I pass her by so she still feels the love. My Dad had to pick her up so she could go to the washroom the other day and she could go on her own once she was on the grass but I wonder how long that will last.

There is one more medication for us to try, while Nikki suffers and waits. I wait for the vet to call us with the price and medication. I wonder if she’ll last that long. I didn’t think arthritis would simply take her out. She is old (12 years) but not that old. Through Nikki I learn suffering. Years ago I learnt it through my Grandpa as he faded away but it is a different kind of suffering I learn to see an animal suffer, more like seeing a child suffer. Nikki is helpless to the suffering. And maybe some people can disassociate themselves away from their pets and think they’re just animals that’s what happens, the have short lives. But you see with any sickness, even with my own, you never see it coming. You never know how damaging it can be. So I learn suffering through my little dog as she lays expressionless on the floor and I wonder how long she’ll last? Will she get better or will she end her days on the floor, remembering legs that use to run and run and run.