Writing 201 – Found Poetry/Chaismus –  Saving Face 


(The following is taken from Facebook posts and my own words)

Hysatirical, I laughed out loud; this is what courage looks like, not this  face it. 

I was invigorated today as I seemed to fly over and down the mountain face, what a perfect time to stop and reflect on the gifts in my life.

Wearing the cosiest sweater, my pal Lemon stripes introduced me to it and I rub my skin softly against it, it whispers cashmere on my face. 

For safety’s sake, travel in pairs; when you’re stressed float awhile; it doesn’t make sense to hire smart people and tell them what to do; we hire smart people so they can tell us what to do (some face saving advice from Noah’s Ark and the late Steve Jobs!)

None of us is getting out of here alive, so please  stop treating yourself like an after thought; you are the beauty of your face and your face makes you beautiful; be silly, be kind, be weird. There’s no time for anything else.

I am stressing about saving face for absolutely no logical reason; the kids living in today’s world  will never know this struggle.

The weapons that make us super heroes, just when you thought you’d seen it all, you haven’t seen it all because we have to face facts — you can’t really have faced it all.

On Friday, the First Day of advanced pills, 850 000 people voted — that’s a 90 % increase from 2008; they did it so can you, show your face go out and vote!!

Some people create their own storms, we have too much to be thankful for; is your soap doing you more harm then good? Face every challenge with grace, grace will help you face every challenge. 

You felt he was better just because he gave you more. But he had two- hundred dollars, and all I had was ten. A river cuts through rock not because of it’s power but because of it’s persistence; when you go to face the world do not worry about how much power you have allotted be persistent and give generously. 

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Writing 201 – Ode/Metaphor – Promised Land


To praise the softness of your skin would be a noble pleasure.

But the mounds of muscles that anchor on your chest are a struggle of roads and paths that make skin so soft, hard underneath.

You are a safety haven, a place that I call home, you are the soldier of the open road coming back to me.

And I travel down the pathway of your arms and pause a moment at the roads of muscle, my fingertips on your back.

I stop a moment at the nape of your neck and kiss a trail up to your earlobe and suck on it, an apple from the tree knowledge.

Running my fingers through your hair, the tug and pull is aimless, it smells like citrus, wood, and a place I call my own.

Your lips are a valley I often travel, the palace of a kingdom; a warm and wet holiday in a place of intense hot weather.

Your eyes are the blue that see through me, they reflect, and they are a mirror; they make me feel I am a jewel, the most precious of all stones.

But deep inside your heart beats and your soul is a hungry vessel; I know the dangers of this journey, of here there could be peril.

You are a map to the hidden kingdom, and I am the only one who knows the way – you are my soul and my heartbreaker, my own promised land.

Writing 201- Limerick/Enjambment – Judged Imperfect


Rhyme Scheme: aabba

If you tell me why people love 

Each other; You’d have to agree it’s a blessing from above 

Because people are imperfect and their flaws are

Visible enticements on why you should stay far

Away from them even if the gloves 

Are off; and you’ve seen someone for who they really appear to be. 

Because nothing is worse then knowing a person and then realizing there not who you see

They are a liar, a stealer of your time

And a cheater of your ideal, what a crime

That you shouldn’t be allowed to know someone and that they should be

See – through, completely visible to you and should inspire a thought

If they are imperfect and to be stripped of there shield then why not you – ought

You imperfect person, judging others

When you should act as brothers

And perfection should never be sought.

Writing 201 – prose/internal rhyme – Oranges and Napes


You love the smell of oranges. That sweet tangy delicious citrus flavour; it’s something to savour. You peel off an oranges thick pebbled skin and reveal the oval shaped raw fruit within; oranges remind you of summer scrapped  from spring’s cold paw. Summer is a season with no reason if you can believe. Sometimes it just rains and it’s a pain but the farmer’s need it for harvest. There are a variety of skins that fruit and vegetables hide in. Squash is orange with blemishes; and egg plant purple and posh;peaches have a fuzzy skin. You love eating peaches it’s such a sin. Or maybe it’s baking them into a crisp; there’s also cherries — black, dark red — swallowing their pits is a risk; and baby carrots that are nubby, you need to wash them with a little scrubbing. 

There are all kinds of skin, but the most delicate skin is human. Think of baby thighs and tummies – the most precious skin of all. Or the skin at the nape of your neck; that spot is hot, with a thousand sensory spots which a man can follow playing connect the dot and make a shape. But then you are reminded, you are in the kitchen peeling off orange skin while his lips graze your neck ending with a feeling filled peck. You’re at a loss  as you eat your orange slices thinking of vices and lips at your nape when he leaned over you whispering words you never suspected. 

Writing 201 – Acrostic/Simile – Shaded


So, you cover your eyes and hide behind lies like a man under duress 

Holding the darkness to you as a dress which you wear when you decide,

Attacking the world with your sins and persuasions; you are like a broken soldier.

Dancing back from the battle lines, a coward whose scared and full of shame

Either you act as a man and throw your heart out into the battle or you look ahead,

Decide that the world is not just a gift to you, it doesn’t work like you ordered it –you are the gift to the world and must decide how you will help your fellow man. 

Writing 201 – Haiku/Alliteration – Transparency


You screen me from truth;

A Japenese wall that stops,

Us from seeing skin.

A blockage of blame,

I hate you just the same and

Love you my lovely.

Though you hide behind screens,

I can see through thee and see,

Transparent walls wane.

Day 10 – Sonnet Shakespearan- The Storm


I walked along a path

That led this way and back

I could feel the winds wrath

The lightening gave a crack

My crystal eyes teared

I cowered very low

Worse then all I feared

A howling I heard so

Then sunlight dripped inside

My heart did slow a beat

No more need to hide

I got up off my seat

Then larks let out a song

Was daylight all along



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The storm was powerful

Day 6: Kelly the Wonder Dog


Her hair blew back in the wind
A smile reached her eyes
For she was Kelly the wonder dog
She pants as she flies

No dog ever went so high
And loved floating up beneath the sky
She gave a bark, then half a woof
And held her paws out with a sigh

Her tale was burnished copper
In-between her spots were white
She was brave and she was mighty
Oh she was out of sight

She laughed the way that doggies do
And howled at the moon
She sailed the treetops in a hot air balloon
And she always felt time passed much to soon

Kelly, the wonder dog
She floated beneath the sky
The bravest dog you ever met
Oh, she’ll fly and fly, and never die

Kelly, the wonder dog
In her balloon
At the zoo
Oh, she’ll fly and fly, and never die.

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Day 4 – Hippo


I
read that
all hippos love to be
beneath the water and
under a tree. They do the
things that hippos do and
bathe and swim just
the whole day through, and often glance a hippo
eye, at all the little hippos more pink then grey. They
chase. away the nasty gators. Because little hippos make
the best gator meat. A hippo will open up his mouth and he
or she will roar, pink tongue lolling and straight teeth
threatening to chomp upon a gator tale. And as safety
returns to the hippo village the
hippos roll in the water in hippo
happiness. A. baby snuggles up
to his hippo mama. All is well
in the hippo vil. All is right for hippos.

I can see the shape but it isn’t showing up?

Day 3 – Fragile


There was a day that upon your shoulders you took me ofF
I had to stand and be the fighteR
You left with me skills, never left without giving me a plethorA
Of sage like wisdom, grace, so I never did LaG
Compared to many I was strong, the life had I
And all this I gained at the hand of your help, faithfulness above alL
Yet, I learned to trust and trust came stuttered way of breathE

Despite all this I learned to be strong one must remain FRAGILE

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