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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#928714 added February 10, 2018 at 11:32pm
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Prompts with Poems for Feb. 8-9-10
Prompt: It's creation Saturday, I love this phrase # . Have fun with this phrase: He raised his goblet: "Cheers! Here's to Love!" She answered: "Define Love."

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He says, “Cheers!
Here’s to love!” finding
a lovely inevitability
in the evening, but she,
with moonbeams
frolicking in her hair,
demands, “Define Love,”
exercising her virtue
but killing the moment and
his tender spirit
so into her.
And, her words, irrevocable,
shakes him, digging his heart
a grave.

What a mandate!
Does love need defining?
And aren’t all definitions valid?


Mixed flowers in a basket


Prompt: "Where have you been?"----- Make up a creative reason for being late to an important function.

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I am late because I was uploading photos to Facebook, and it seems Facebook has restricted the size of whatever one can upload. So I had to do it in pieces which took three hours extra.

I didn’t procrastinate
but did all
that was needed to be done
to spill the magical pixels
from the camera
onto the screen
that told the crazy story
and the epiphanies of my day…
but FB could not grasp
what it was missing
and it told me
“four megabytes only”
this is the reality of agony
with social networks
and I admit to my lateness
but through no fault of mine



Mixed flowers in a basket


Prompt: Does your family have heirlooms that are handed down from generation to generation?

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Yes, but some of them were stolen by the woman who was my mother’s caretaker. Then, I gave away everything to the younger members of my family. That is passing the buck, I know, but now they are the ones to fear what will happen to those heirlooms. *Smirk2*

all the stitches
laced in perfection
on the family linen
and porcelain cups,
gifts from
the Chinese emperor
to great-great-grandfather
grandma’s pearls and antique ring
crystal chalices and old paintings,
but the only heirloom
is in my genes
holding
my ancestors’ love
everlasting

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