Collage Prompt: Poem – Rictameter – “Books and Cherries” #amwriting #poetry #collage


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Collage Prompt.


Collage MLMM
Credit: Shawn Van Deale the woman on the left: Johnny Palacois the woman/aloe vera plant on the right.

Humming,

As the bird who’s —

Thrumming in the air,

Struggling for each flutter so

Rapid; so utterly fast it’s blurring.

My wings in flight are haze to you,

You don’t see underneath;

Desperation,

Humming.

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Darkness,

Arising in —

My stomach, spiraling,

To the surface out of my —

Broken soul that I mend in those worlds found,

In each and every story, novels —

Ending hiding; I’m no —

Crab in my shell’s —

Darkness.

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In dreams,

I writhe, I twist,

Tales of old and new —

Follow me when enters Sandman,

To calm adventures stripping me of sleep.

But just as I live in my books,

I live in nightmarish —

Tales at midnight,

In dreams.

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Awake,

Oh, sheltered one.

Let the black smoke rise, cleanse

Your body from your shattered self,

Set free your mind, let your spirit live,

Life’s the greatest adventure,

Stories read fill gaps;

Burst forth spirit,

Awake.

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Cherries,

You’re sexy  as,

Women who curl cherry —

Stems into knots with skillful tongues.

Unafraid to bare your body,

When it’s appreciated.

With love, you expose your —

Soul; All for ripe

Cherries.

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As books,

Sweet red cherries,

From the Okanagan,

A valley of delicacies.

Driving through B.C. in summer, you —

Stop at every fruit stand,

Selling juicy fruit — truths;

Cherries savored,

As books.

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Smokescreen,

Floats up swirls as —

Papal smoke; the blackness,

Forgiven reading thousands

Of tales, every genre, every language.

Devouring ‘reads’ as cherries,

Demons gone; living with —

Wisdom taught, no —

Smokescreen.

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Light’s glow,

In each tale read.

Nourishes souls; keeps me —

Aching to learn, wanting to know,

Of worlds, fantastic characters —

With hubris, compelling charm.

While some characters are —

Searching hard for,

Light’s glow.

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Writing,

It filled holes,

Torn in souls, in hearts wrecked,

The reader became author,

Discovering within her fingers lies a —

Haven, a solace of peace, rest;

Because the story grows —

In her, exposing —

Writing.


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Music Prompt: Poem – Joseph’s Star – ” Timeless Love” #amwriting #poetry #music 


Thank you to Sanaarizvi of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s music prompt, “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri. 

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“A Thousand Years” – Christina Perri 

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Credit: Fine Art America: Couple Kissing by Giuseppe Cristiano

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Scared, 

Falling is,

Never easily —

Done; it’s aggravating ’cause, 

I’m helplessly facing, 

My soul’s connection for —

A thousand,

Years. 

—–

I, 

See before —

Me; you’re standing close,

Darling, don’t be afraid ’cause, 

I’m not letting go, loved you —

For a thousand years,

Always for, 

More.

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With,

Each breath I —

Take, every hour meant, 

Was closer to you; our time —

Drawing near; ending my fears;

A thousand,

Tears. 

—-

Please, 

Don’t be scared, 

Everyday I knew you were coming. 

Time neared, stepping closer to —

Loving you starting, 

Thousands of, 

Years.

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Time’s

Frivolious.

Because forever, 

We’ll love for a thousand years;

Love you milenias more,

Our love is timeless, 

Together, time —

Stops.

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Knew, 

Believed the —

Day would arrive I’d —

Find you eventually, we’ve —

Thousands of years being us;

Life to share, to keep —

Our future, 

Warm.

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 22 – Blitz Poem – “Chances Anew” #amwriting #poetry


Day 22 Prompt: Dangerous
“Some things are obviously dangerous, like walking too close to a cliff, and other things, not so much. Free write for ten minutes exploring what is obviously dangerous, not so much, and what dangerous means to you. You could turn this into a rant poem, especially given the times.”

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http://www.getaway2thegods.com

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There is always present danger

There is always a need for caution

Caution is necessary 

Caution keeps us alive

Alive isn’t enough

Alive means we need to be safe

Safe is a cloudy dream

Safe is an illusion

Illusions we love because they hide cold hard facts

Illusions keep us content

Content is all we can ask to be 

Content not to be in danger

Danger hides and danger runs

Danger is wicked and tricky

Tricky because danger is not not upfront

Tricky because danger bides its time

Time waiting to harm us 

Time waiting to strike and destroy

Destroying lives with vengeance

Destroying hearts with humourless mirth

Mirth –does it exist in harsh circumstances? 

Mirth is it possible when tomorrow could be–

Be the end of life’s dreams? 

Be the end of life without heart sight? 

Sight to see the world shatter as glass

Sight to see how lost we are in the world 

World where we wander feeling hopeless

World where we’re crushed by despair 

Despair slips in and brings us to tears

Despair is a weapon danger employes

Employes to target are last reserves

Employes as those serving him as soldiers

Soldiers, mercenaries, to do the bloody work

Soldiers blinded by their own greed

Greed for money until it’s set a flame

Greed for money, not seeing  –it’s only paper

Paper, the German Mark in the 1930’s, in suitcases 

Paper marks, thousands were worthless

Worthlessness, don’t ever feel unwanted

Worthful, you’re as precious stones

Stones judgemental people throw

Stoning the accused sinner

Sinners we all are, it can’t be helped

Sinner –let he with the least sin cast the stone first 

 First you must smile and gather your hope

First be glad, life has new beginnings

Beginnings are new chances 

Beginnings are for real, life arises anew

Chances . . . 

Anew. . . 

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B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond Challenge: “To the Fall Leaves” #amwriting #poetry 


Thank you to MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s challenge on Fall and D.H. Lawrence’s poem about Fall called: “Autumn Rain.” 

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Credit: Forbes Travel Guide

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Crinkled Leaves, 

Whisper past my cheek, 

Twist in hair, 

On the ground, 

Disperse in my hand, fragments, 

Not one leaf — thousands. 

—–

The scent Fall —

Gives, lingers of rot.

It’s acrid

Yet pleasant. 

Dessication, fragrance breathe;

A nip in the air. 

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Floating leaves, 

Linger around trees, 

Dropping as —

One passes, 

Realize everything has —

A time to live and die.

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Brush strokes of, 

Deep scarlet and orange —

As pumpkins, 

Yellow as —

Butterscotch dripping and warm, 

Oozing to the ground.

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Feet crunching, 

Leaves underfoot and twigs, 

From trees mix, 

With their birth–

Place; such twigs sprung with green leaves, 

There weight is now shed.

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Arises, 

The wind, blowing such –

Skeletons, 

They were lush, 

Now, they are gone, murmuring —

Winters chill and scorn.

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Yet such a —

Beauty one does not —

See, but in —

The Fall when, 

Leaves cover pathways, hint at — 

Fascinating old dreams. 

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Music Friday Prompt: Poetry – Free Verse – “Silence Is A Sound.”


Thanks for the music post from Mind Loves Misery’s Menagerie. The prompt song is “Sound of Silence” by Simon and Garnfunkel. Most recently, it is noted, the band Disturbed, did a wicked version of this classic.

Also thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt words MuseProfound, and Elusive.

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http://www.lawofficer.com

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Hello darkness you’re my muse;

A have profound “visions” in my mind,

They’re haunting me again.

Such elusive beings, wisps of vapour transforming;

I’m not sure anyone will understand,

But I strum my guitar and I hum the tune, 

A melody to haunt profoundly through the decades.

Darkness, friend or foe? 

Who would know silence has a sound?

What is the sound of silence, no one ever knows? 

If darkness is the place I most hide, 

Where the “seeds” of this “vision” keep;

Than why do I wander “streets“with “lamps . . . stabbing,” 

My eyes in the cold empty street?

How does that light touch the silence elusive

Silent isn’t a concrete thing.

It’s not physical, so how do lights hurt silence? 

How do you not notice all those “people“(thousands), 

And hear their voices while they stay silent?

How do you know what they are “hearing?”

Only they know if they’re “listening;”

And the “songs“they sing in silence –silence would mean, 

You couldn’t hear anything sung, 

Or know the “song“they theoretically, could sing.

And if no one dares “speak,” somehow I think, 

The silence still eludes them.

And if you say silence is a “cancer grow[ing];”

I’ll tell you what peace I find in it, 

When “fools” they do not “speak;”

But you ring your voice, it echoes,

And you know, no one with silence is disturbed,

So your voiceless voice like “raindrops falling,”

 Is silence never heard.

Can silence be heard or unheard?

A paradox, perhaps? 

Are you sheep to the slaughter to this “neon god;

And what “neon sign flashed” in “warning?”

If the “sign“was a god what did it warn, 

That you were all sheep being led astray? 

And who is this “prophet?”

They’re so many to speak, Elijah or Danial?

The Islamic Mohammed?

And “tenement halls” which from came “whispers,” 

They’re overcrowded apartment buildings.

Apartments with small rooms, where people —

Are stuffed, having no personal space.

Even here, is there no silence which has sound?

Wouldn’t it be a dirty place, no room to move,

To breathe, to live, — to find peace?

Yet the words of said “prophet” are, 

On the “subway” walls.

Means I think, the writings on the wall

Or referring to people stuffed into trains,

 And metros as cattle too? 

I think in the thunderous silence, 

Everyone is missing what’s coming;

And no one knows the truth or breaks the silence. 

Yet a few “whispers” I detect,

 Elusive for their sound;

And silence rings and breaks sound barriers, 

A sound which is never heard. 

But you dear listener, hear the sound profoundly clear;

And wonder yet, how silence is a sound? 

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“Sound of Silence” – Disturbed 

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February Ending: Where Things Are. . .


Written Friday Night…..

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It’s a quiet Friday night. I am in bed at midnight. But like most nights I’m wide awake. This is useful for writing. But sometimes I feel half-way between sleep and awake. I’m not able to pay attention to write some of the longer pieces of fiction I’ve been working on through the past weeks when I’m like this, but I’m still awake and thinking.

From last weeks Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, a longer short story developed. I think it might be a fantastic story to use to work on getting some published pieces of fiction. It is a short story of around 10, 000 words but I can tweak it either way. I have done some research into submitting pieces such as short stories and poetry. Even the short stories seem to be quite a few thousand words. It is excellent because the Flash Fiction inspired story turned into a longer story then I anticipated. When I first sat down to write the original one-hundred-seventy-five word story, I didn’t see it becoming such a multifaceted, fascinating story. I’ve published all parts of Never Again on the blog now. Here’s Part 6 and you can work your way back from Part 6 to the original flash fiction piece as each part has a link to the piece before it.

As for, How Was Last Night For You, the novel I’ve been working on: the short story interfered with working on a couple of chapters for the novel this week. But I do plan to write up the next chapter(s) by this weekend. (SPOILER ALERT: If you’re not up to Chapter 18).For those of you who have been following along, John has broken up with Nina after she almost gets run over by a red truck. Nina and John have already overcome Nina receiving a concussion due to the sea witch Tia or Talise (John’s vengeful ex.). Nina is broken hearted John refuses to be with her to keep her safe, having admitted her love to John and his family, that night. Nina is still planning to help John break a curse Tia placed upon him — because she knows John loves her and is the only person who can help him break the curse, because of that love. John’s curse and Tia have been non-existent while Nina was healing but things are going to get ugly. Talise is coming for Nina to kill her to break John.John will stop at nothing to find Talise’s soul or her dagger (which Tia/Talise gave up her soul for) to use dark magic. But breaking up with Nina and going at Talise alone, isn’t John’s smartest idea and he will have to overcome obstacles to save Nina from Talise and himself from a lonely cursed life as Talise’s slave. So, more chapters coming soon. I’m on the fourth quarter of the book now, so it’s the home stretch. Check out Chapter 18: Defeating Talise and Breaking Nina’s Heart. You can also read the chapters before as their is a link back to the previous chapters. Thank you to those who give me reflective and constructive insight as I learn how to write a book as I go.

As for life, I’m keeping busy. When I am stressed, I have been doing yoga or adult colouring. I never believed colouring for adults would be therapeutic. I have a history in art. I did a few classes on drawing and Art History in University and took many art classes in high school. Convienantly, I received a Jamie Dornan colouring book from a friend and I have a lot of cool art supplies bought for rendering designs from my Residential Design Certificate courses. This colouring book has the bare minimum outlines of this actor so I’m having a lot of fun rendering Jamie with special paint brush markers. I bought a lot of colours and it was smart I did, they are especially useful for working on hair, eyes, and anything I want brightly coloured. 

As for Jamie’s face and some other smaller details, I have been using watercolour crayons. I never used these crayons before. But I love them now. They are great for rendering an actual portrait like face and you can use them waxy as a crayon or dip a water colour brush into a bit of water and make more of a wash of colour (s). The crayons are useful, making cheek bones stand out and making noses appear three-dimensional using lighter and darker colours. Drawing ontop of a wash is an ideal way to layer colour and build facial structure, but you can only add water and build waxy colour so much. Too much water colour crayon can ruin a picture. I’ve been attempting to remember back to high school art class and how to exactly make a face look more like an actual face, with dips, rises, and bone structure. My hands remember but sometimes it is getting my mind to follow along and remember the actual theory. Colouring has been surprisingly relaxing and it allows me to express a piece of myself I have been missing lately — my artistic side.

 

Jamie Dornan (Coloured by Amanda Eifert).
 
I also saw my wonderful friend J last weekend for a pre-valentines girl’s outing . We went to see How to Be Single. It was much better and different from what I expected from a Rebel Wilson movie. Her crazy antics are calmed by the lovely Dakota Johnson (Melonie Griffith’s daughter) whose acting is fantastic in the role. This is not only a chick flick, there is depth to this movie. Also, a clear message that it is okay to be single in whatever stage of being single you are in. As for Valentine’s no date this year and I was happy not having one. I got my Mom flowers deliveried and my Dad Cookies By George, they make the perfect gluten free macaroon cookies for him. Here is a picture of the flowers my Mom received. I love how bright they are.

Mom’s Flowers (Amanda Eifert)

If  you want to see an excellent chick-flick, sure you go see How to Be Single otherwise, I’m hearing great things about Deadpool. In other news, the weather has been gorgeous and I have loved being outside for twenty or thirty minutes each day. I don’t remember a Winter in Alberta where we haven’t experienced anything lower then about minus five or six degrees celsius. It’s wonderful being out in the middle of Winter and not freezing in deep snow and  minus thirty degrees celsius temperatures. Down east, in Canada, they haven’t had it as nice but here it’s gorgeous. Light jackets are all that is needed and even most of the snow has melted, except down by my house. (Knock on Wood though because I really don’t want any blizzardy weather).

 

How to be Single (IMdb.com)
 
My fitness goals have hit a wall. I can’t seem to keep my meals down to what Weight Watchers wants me to, which is about thirty-four points. I did it for a couple weeks and was down about six-pounds but back up again a few pounds. I’m eating around forty to fifty points. I’m fine in the day but night time is killing me. I go to sleep around 11:00 pm, or later if I’m writing, and before I can sleep I become so hungry I cannot sleep. So working on that and will be doing The RedBox in a couple-weeks. It is something my friend and many of her friends have done to help them lose weight but also to make them feel better all around from things such as allergies and back problems. I hope it works and helps me to sit at a healthier weight. Because I’m unable to do the cardiovascular exercise needed to lose weight I often need to look to supplements etc. I have tried many that didn’t work but I’m hoping the Red Box gives me some results and if not I get all my money back. I have seen some wonderful results from people in the Edmonton area so I’m excited.

Well, I will be posting some new novel chapters. I have a beauty blog I want to do on a few products and an article of skincare/shaving for men with some good drugstore options to help your guy have fantastic skin. I will continue working my way through different types of poetry and hopefully I can spend more time reading for a bit, so I have some actual progress to show on my PopSugar Reading list. Thanks and have a great week.

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