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Photo Challenge: Poem – Licentia – “Without A Sound” #amwriting #poetry #love


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt:

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Credit: Rich Howman

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Laughter in the moment, golden hour found

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

Swing her up into your arms, because it —

Felt like the thing to do, she’s dear and swift;

Her punch on your arm, painful kind of bliss

All to happy to meet with a wet kiss. 

Perserved in time the clock keeps ticking fast, 

Moments gone, looking back, it never lasts. 

Years slide forward, what can you do but, 

Move forward too, memories cause a rut. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found, 

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

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Swept her up into your arms, because it —

Felt like the thing to do, she’s dear and swift. 

Wiggling and giggling in your —

Arms; begging to have legs on ground restored

She thought she was too heavy for your back, 

You just laughed and kept her close, said “Relax.” 

You were walking barefoot on the cool —

Wet ground, the grass made you slip, such glad fools. 

Drop of joy harnessed in a crystal glass

Kept to hold, make the precious moments last. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found,

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound.

Her punch on your arm, painful kind of bliss

All too happy to meet with a wet kiss. 

Lovers as close as lovers can be, rolling —

On the blanket, on grass, after strolling.

Gleam in her eyes promising heaven, 

Twist of her smile taking you to Never —

-land of pirates, lost boys, and she, Wendy, 

Picking up a sword, fighting for her when —

Pirates attacked; shoeless running in real

Life; time ceasing again, treasures for feels. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

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Perserved in time, clock keeps ticking fast, 

Moments gone, looking back, it never lasts. 

The truth is hard to swallow, to remember

Years pass, euphoria is dismembered

Harsh realities, sickness, health; sickness wins, 

She flew away my sparrow with the wind.

Such disease sucks the life from a body, 

Hope, a religious dream from pain prodded. 

A new eternity to love, swing round with —

Dirty bare feet and love despite death’s grip. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 8 – “Porous Genes: A Mean Poem”


Day 8 Prompt: Porous

  1. 1a :  possessing or full of pores b :  containing vessels <hardwood is porous2a :  permeable to fluids b :  permeable to outside influences 3:  capable of being penetrated <porous national boundaries> (Merriam Webster Dictionary)

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I. Pouring water through a strainer,

Or putting flour through a sifter.

We never thought his mind was drained,

But his thinking wasn’t ever swift.


Not meaning to be rude, but clear,

He’d no ideas, just drank beer.

But when you spoke to him and said dear

Heard the wind, whistle through his ears.


II. Perhaps, it’s not nice to say she —

Had a bit of air in her head.

Like panning for gold through silt she —

Wasn’t precious metal some said.


She’s a tea leaf slipped through the ball,

Not much clever, but despite all —

We hope she picked up some wisdom,

Encouraged her read, learn something.


Rispetto:

“A Rispetto, is an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd. A Heroic Rispetto is written in Iambic pentameter, usually featuring the same rhyme scheme.”

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.


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Flash Fiction, My Thoughts, Writing

Literary Lion: What makes a King?


What makes a king? A Cesar? A Czar? What makes you royalty? What gives you the birth right to rule the people with mercy or with grim authority? Who decided back in your lineage that you weren’t just a common person but someone to rule the kingdom? Someone to rule the battlefield? Someone to dispense justice to the common person? 

Do you believe that other people have a say in how you rule as king?Do you have a legislative assembly? Or a House of Lords? Do you believe in habeas corpus and the Magna Carta? Or are you like many kings living a life with swift and hard justice and treating anyone below you as a pawn? Can you sleep with whoever you decree? Do you murder the innocent and take out those who would take your place as king?

 Do you love your Queen or was it just an arranged marriage that begot you a huge dowry of money. Do you behead your Queens when they are not giving birth to sons or if you suddenly fall in lust with another woman of nobility. Does your Queen give you wise advice or would you kill her for saying her opinion. But there are some great Queens who ruled on their own Elizabeth the first and Queen Victoria. What King, do you say to that?

Do you want to be a King? Or was this birth right cast upon you as irons on a prisoner? Do you embody chivalry and rule the court with fashionable clothes and whatever you decree in fashion is in. Do you have many homes? Did you plot to kill your brothers? What makes a king? Who was a good King? It seems like Charlamagne was. But what’s history is textual and what’s textual is history so whoever wrote a book about Charlamagne perhaps left out the horrible things he did as King.

 What embodies a king? I think as It is said ‘Absolute power corrupts absolutely” so that is why our kings are a dying breed. That they have become figure heads and just a kind of celebrity. it’s too easy to be a bad leader, a corruptable King. So now we elect our Kings only for a few years. And the common man isn’t just common, he could be a modern King — a President or Primeminister. So if he is a corrupt elected official we impeach them or shame them into stepping down.

Thanks to I am Smith for the prompt King.