Poem: Rondel – ” Thoughts too Deep” #wordhighjuly #poetry



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Contemplate and speculate, 

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

Searching within, why am I torn?

Decisions difficult await.

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I’m no philosopher ruminating,

Wonder without, within my core.

Contemplate and speculate.

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

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Thinking, wears one out, unsated, 

Answers true or some folklore.

Scientific explanation, something more?

Faith and the heart have their say made.

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Contemplate and speculate 

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What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

The problem: always, forever, having choice

Sometimes the wish to never think fights.

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Float away, grace whirlpool, without sight.

Easier to be blind than make your choice.

What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

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Is there strength in your heart, might? 

Or do you follow whoever’s voice? 

Let others think for you, make choices.

Choosing right, requires foresight.

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What is wrong and what is done right? 

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Poem: Shadorma – “Sleep When You’re Dead” 


Thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt word Saga.

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Norse Sagas (www.medevilists.net)

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A saga

Harrowing epic,

Adventure, 

Legends live, 

Norse stories of old reborn, 

Each night by firelight. 

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But times change, 

Now it’s a detailed —

Story with depth, 

Assortment, 

Words you wish a person kept;

Instead they went on.

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A saga

I wish you would say, 

What you need —

To say in–

Fewer words.

Time is wasting away friend;

I love to listen —

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But you’ve breadth, 

I need brevity.

I care what — 

You say to —

Me; but I space out when you, 

Can’t cut your tale —

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Down from the —

Length of an epic.

Hook me or —

Don’t; now my —

Mind wanders and I want to —

Be a good friend too.

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I haven’t —

Ages to sit by a fire;

As our kin–

Folk eons —

Ago; there is work to be —

Done; I’m responsible.

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Love your tales, 

Adventures lived large.

But I have–

My own fights. 

My own epic sagas to —

Live through and survive.

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So you’ll please, 

Excuse me when I drift, 

Full of thought.

For your tales, 

Remind me, all I must do;

One can never rest.

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Was it the

Vikings who said, 

“You can sleep–

When you’re dead.” 

A realistic saying, 

I’ve found it too true.

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Maydays: Poem – Wrapped Refrain – “Choosing Your Path” #Maydays


Thanks to K.L. Caley from the blog new2writing for hosting #Maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is a path. Also thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt words Pensive and Flourish

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You can choose a single road to go,

Down the pathway you must choose growth.

To flourish in the sun baked streets,

Converse and learn with those you meet, 

Be not afraid of darkened, beat-up trails, explore.

Wherever you go, there is always more to see, a door —

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Where one path leads you to go this —

Route; doors lead you down another with —

Promises, blue sky, summer’s kiss, 

Warmth envading your body in bliss, 

Light chases shadows away, and makes a wanderer, 

Of the ‘at home’ person, leading them down, farther.

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An array of paths to choose from, 

Delight down every trail you’ve chosen.

Mystery and mirth meeting mind, 

Thinking which way to go; see signs,

Imploring you to take a chance, don’t be pensive, advance.

Down the rabbit hole, into wonderland; happy dance.

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Wherever you choose, whatever path

Be thorough as you search, and laugh.

There’s no time for seriousness,

Now is a time for curiousness.

Down, the yellow brick road, past the enchanted forest.

Choose where you must traverse; the way life leads you best.

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NaPoWriMo: Poem – Italian(Petrarchan) Sonnet – “Wanderings While You Drink and Eat”


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And now, our (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food, like David Ignatow’s “The Bagel”. Still not convinced? Perhaps these thirteen food poems will give you some inspiration. Happy writing!

For more information on the prompt please see NaPoWriMo. For more information on the form of an Italian or Petrarchan Sonnet please see this link. Also, I’m completing some of last few days of The Daily Prompt by using the word prompts: Faraway, Street, Precious, and Contrast.

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Faraway, ambling drinking coffee,

Down a mysterious street, you walk laughing.

Directionless, photographing —

Precious memories, chewing on toffee.

Character of contrast, stopping now for latte.

Ambling streets, choreographing, 

Dancing; burgeoning day, head feels foggy.

Blending in, eat croissant, drinking frappe.

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Precious time flying, enjoying frivolity.

In your head, faraway, day calls, “live me.”

Deaf to the calls, adoring causality,

Contrast with the shadows, brilliance you see,

Time spent wasting days, absurdity.

Now’s the day, eat your chocolate cake; be free.

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “Vacation At Home”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt price.

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Buying groceries we often sigh,

Over price paid for our food –cry

Economy not in the right place yet,

Paid eight bucks, cauliflower? Regret.

Have to eat, we purchase food that is good for us,

Fruits, veggies, crisp and delicious, at a high price plus —

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The dollar is low, the US dollar,

Is overvalued, we holler.

But can’t do much, but vacation,

In Canada, our home, elation,

Rocky Mountains, hiking trails, walking,

On a sandy beach, into water, both talking,

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Family or friends with us, happiness,

Summer is on it’s way, sunniness,

Thinking about Montreal,

French culture, Quebec City feel,

Home is the best place to take a vacation in,

Golfing in BC, music festivities, diving in,

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The price we pay to visit the states,

Stretches budgets here, so wait,

We won’t be visiting Vegas,

Engrossed in what, Canada has,

Hundreds of years-old culture, freedom, pristine,

Unique, brilliant, festivity; home, nature gleams.

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Not ashamed, not to pay the price,

Worlds experienced at lower price,

I’ve sunsets to wander at, to love,

I’ve people to see whom I also love,

The world in our own back yard awaits, our history,

Buying groceries, shopping, the unknown; much mystery.

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Day 2 – The Traveller Comes Home


I travelled at least ten thousand miles
Gathering greetings, gasps, and smiles
I took the trail that few journey to take
Those who want more steps to strode keep awake
A journey like this seduces and beguiles

So I went at least alive and well and came back home
” Wherever, I may wander; wherever I may roam”
And I remembered such nights of beautiful bliss
Nights on a train, where the steam gave way with a “hiss”
And back I came a traveller forlorn, forever away from home.

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