About This Author
Absolute beginner, Reader, Reviewer, ESL writer, Poet, Blogger, Novelist, Published author, Psychology degree, Dog lover. Quill finalist
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In every nook and cranny
A poet has to manifest herself in a safe environment. This is such a place for my early baby steps. The wonders of the world and my inner thoughts mingle. They become one. It’s a journey of the soul, a spark of the mind, and a bit of spit. For more "Poet @ Work 2" [18+], "In honest simple verse" [E]
On the other hand: it might be a brooding place for challenges and poetry contests, some of which required ONE STAR RATING. (In case somebody wonders about the gracing this blog) A large group of writers participated in this challenge that required to rate as low as possible. So, it doesn't mean this blog is a bad blog or that they reviewed mean, it was required and this is the consequence. Alas!
September 2, 2022 at 8:23pm September 2, 2022 at 8:23pm
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" The Daily Poem" [ 13+]
Reaper
Next to Peter
Callously closing the ranks
Ending Life in heaven and hell
Stops working from now on!
Prompt: Death has decided he hates his job. Write his poetic resignation.
You must use at least one of the following poetic devices somewhere in your poem:
alliteration, assonance, or consonance.
You must not use:
death, dead, dying, or any variations of these words.
Note ▼ The Pensee is a simple exercise in counting syllables. There are five lines with syllable counts of 2, 4, 7, 8, 6. Line 1, which is also the title, identifies the subject, line 2 describes that subject, line 3 presents some kind of action, line 4 depicts the setting/location, and line 5 provides a final thought/impression
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September 1, 2022 at 10:27am September 1, 2022 at 10:27am
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" The Daily Poem" [ 13+]
Time
How did it get so late so soon?
How did it get so late?
Now it is past the daily noon
Already on this date
Why do the seconds go that fast?
Where do they disappear?
What can I do to make it last?
When death it is I fear
With every sip of breath I take
The ending closes in
Wrinkles of old age do make
Degeneration of the skin
Oh Time, where do you fleed toward?
Oh Time, where do you go?
If leaving me behind this start
You stop the forward flow
I can’t go back but follow through
So, stuck in this line’s vault
Just one way up is to renew
Never stops it to a halt
Forward we go as sure we must
As rays that never end
In circles of Life’s wind we trust
Like bamboo sprouts, we bend
LC:24
Prompt: You must use the following quote from Dr. Seuss: How did it get so late so soon?
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Surprise!
Homecoming from birthday party workshop
My dog had a surprise waiting to top
Diarrhea poop on the floor did drop
While I was out of the house he let go
And bah! yuk, the stench was overwhelming
Could not be mad, no emotions whelming
Cleaned with soapy water, the mop helming
Wrong place at wrong time for dog’s bowel flow
Note ▼
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" ~ The Poet's Place Cafe~" [ E]
Sunny boat trip
Today
Lovely weather
Boat trip on the water
Full of friends, family, and joy
We ate, drank, watched the sailboats passing by
Waves, houses on the waterfront
Smiling people on shore
Seagulls splashing
Today
Note ▼
WON first place "Invalid Item" Round 10, July 2022 |
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Wanting a want
Wanting a want to excommunicate
Puf puf Inhale
Hold
Exhale Puf puf
Smoke
Nicotine rush
Puf puf Inhale
Hold
Exhale Puf puf
Smoke
Wanting a want to excommunicate
Want to stop
the smoke
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Murderous Poet
It’s late at night, I am wond’ring
Rhyming, thinking, a bit pond’ring
- two flies buzzing, circling, blund’ring…
Wished them dead!
Note ▼The Ovi is an ancient Indian form of narrative poetry consisting of four-line stanzas with the first three lines which rhyme and have eight syllables each. The fourth line does not rhyme and contains less than eight syllables, as described and demonstrated in the following link: https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/ovi/
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beige
dog Sprout
gentile but anxious
love of my life
forever
Note ▼ The Elfjie is a Dutch form used to teach young children the craft of distilling language into poetry, The structure consists of five lines, broken down as follows:
Line 1: One word symbolizing a color or feature.
Line 2: Two words representing someone or something associated with Line 1.
Line 3: Three words giving more information about the person or thing presented in Line 2.
Line 4: Four words connecting your narrator to the person or thing in Line 2.
Line 5: One word presenting a twist or conclusion.
Creative license is allowed with regard to these relationships, as described and demonstrated in the following links:
https://simplyelfje.wordpress.com/about/
https://rhymeswithbug.com/tag/elfje/
https://marinelareka.com/elfje-poem/
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October 3, 2021 at 10:40am October 3, 2021 at 10:40am
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Billie Holiday (1915-1959) – Gloomy Sunday (1960)
"Gloomy Sunday"
Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will
Never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of
Ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is sunday
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have
Decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are sad
I know, let them not weep
Let them know
That I'm glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my
Soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My heart
Dear
Darling I hope that my dream
Never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
"Gloomy Sunday"
Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will
Never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of
Ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is sunday
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have
Decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are sad
I know, let them not weep
Let them know
That I'm glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my
Soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My heart
Dear
Darling I hope that my dream
Never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy
Gloomy
My hours are shadows
Numberless flowers will awaken you
The black coach of sorrow
Has angels returning
Angry thought joining
Gloomy
Gloomy shadows
- I end it all
Candles are sad
Know that I’m glad
Death
For in death
With breath blessing
Gloomy dreaming
- I wake asleep
Darling dream
Never my heart
I wanted you
Gloomy.
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September 26, 2021 at 9:28am September 26, 2021 at 9:28am
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POEM 11 – week August 16, 2021
Compose a poem using all three of these words:
smoke, mirrors, deception
Line Count: 12 lines, minimum
Required Form: Poet's choice
This week I quit smoking
For all the wrong reasons
(I did not do it for myself)
When mirrors were in front of me
Noticing the deception
I took another puff
Of smoke
And failed me
This time looking deep inside
Remaining tranquil and in peace
Learning my lesson
I stopped again
And I will continue
Doing so
Till it sticks –
my demon done with
LC:16
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September 26, 2021 at 3:52am September 26, 2021 at 3:52am
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POEM 10 – week August 9, 2021
Write a poem that has the word “love” hidden in it somewhere.
You cannot use the word “love” by itself, it must be hidden
(such as in the word “glove” or in two words like “halo venom”).
No line count or form requirements.
Slovenly
The spillovers
Were allover
Over and out!
LC:4
Freestyle
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September 26, 2021 at 3:49am September 26, 2021 at 3:49am
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POEM 9 – week August 2, 2021
Write a poem that includes two of the following words:
star, night, berry, fairy, queen, enchanted, cursed, moonlight, thieves
Required line count: Minimum 12, no max
Moonlight, star
For N.
Energetic
beam of light
Radiant star
straight along
Arrow inward
in my heart
Vigorous
push-through
Moonlight’s
passkey
You passed
But left
No mark
LC:13
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September 5, 2021 at 7:30am September 5, 2021 at 7:30am
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POEM 8, week July 26, 2021
Write a poem that personifies an emotion: love, anger, fear, sadness, joy, for example.
In awe
An unknown contemporary poet wrote his thing,
Strong, powerful, and full of imagery
Blown away by this striking talent
I grabbled up and started reading
I wanted to write like this
I wanted to …
So, I started
Again
LC:8
Free style
Emotion: admiration
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September 4, 2021 at 2:04pm September 4, 2021 at 2:04pm
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POEM 7, week July 19, 2021
Make the title of your poem
"What I Remember"
and then let the title inspire you.
Line count minimum: 12, no max
Feel free to use any form you like
What I remember
Remember fifteen years
Love of the canine breed
It is when we first meet
An instant click.
Fox-terrier, you were
Loyal, goofy, and smart
Closed you into my heart
Went all the way.
Those last days of sorrow
Old, grey, and with a fit
Your eyes suddenly lit
-it's time to go.
I held you in my arms
Carried you in the night
And at morning light
Off to the vet.
So, there you were put down
I watched you leave this world
Back home in bed, I curled
I was alone.
My little friend, my all
Rest in peace; you'll be missed
Within two months, I kissed
Another dog.
LC:24
Abhanga: each stanza four lines, with syllable counts of 6, 6, 6, 4, and lines 2 and 3 rhyming. |
August 27, 2021 at 8:28am August 27, 2021 at 8:28am
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POEM 6, week July 12, 2021
Sitting on a beach on a nice summer day
Squinting eyes
Glasses
I look at the sun in hues
Bare feet in the sand
Warm world, blue skies
The sound of rolling waves
Bliss
LC:7
Free style
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August 27, 2021 at 8:17am August 27, 2021 at 8:17am
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POEM 5, week July 5th, 2021
Use the word VISION
What has become
of my vision
of a better world?
LC:3
Free style
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August 27, 2021 at 8:16am August 27, 2021 at 8:16am
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POEM 4- week June 28, 2021 (LC: 12)
A color
Can’t remember the color of your eyes
Were they blue?
Can’t remember the color of your voice
Was it dark brown?
The silence between us hellish white
My anger deep red
Then dark faded in
Black as the night
Blue my mood
All this, a lie:
I never loved you
Still, the colors of those early days
Were golden like the summer
Pretty as the greenest of springs
LC:14
Free style
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August 27, 2021 at 8:11am August 27, 2021 at 8:11am
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POEM 3- week June 21, 2021 (minimum LC:12)
Fearless
Sassy
Bold
Invincible
Superwoman
All that and more
Once, long ago
Life broke me into pieces
The shattered mirror put together
Fearlessly!
Sassy, bold, invincible, superwoman
Mosaic shines
All glued together again
LC:12
Free style
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POEM 2- week June 14th, 2021
Uncertainty:
Think about a time in your life when you couldn’t make a decision,
and write a poem based on it.
Uncertainty
No-no
Yes-yes
Dunno
Which way
Keeping up appearances
Three months of love
It took another ten
To let you go
LC: 8
Free Verse
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POEM 1- week June 7th, 2021
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Photo prompt
No line count requirement.
Use any form you like; including free verse.
Sadness because you died
Looking
Looking out of the window
The night has fallen
In mourning
Mourning over you
The dark sky
(Precious dog
My dog, my everything
Death is so definite)
Lights in the city
Blue wonder
LC: 11
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52 weeks of poetry makes 52 poems!
Starting June 7th, 2021.
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