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Going down in Flames (Day 25)

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Her hardest hue to hold—
Bubblegum innocence
Now a sour  sangria,
From violated vines.

 

She once was dewy fern
Unfurled fronds, helical,
Harboring hope and joy,
Now, jaded with envy.

 

Long ago lapped lapis
With gloved-Tiffany-touch;
Today, tired and tainted
Aged and aegean .

 

Once a tawny tiger—
Delightful Dreamsicle—
Sunsetting sandstone o’er
Her insecurities.

 

NaPoWriMo prompt for May 25 — “Write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem.”

 

Rain Is Purple – R.I.P.

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Prince,
Rest in peace
Purple rain

R.I.P
Rip
Ripe
Ripen
Pence
Inspire
Piece nest
Ice lune
Price spare
Pain plan
Lunar pep
Rap spine
Sprain lips
Spur plea
Plea sure
Pleasure
Sure Please
Press ace
Arise in place
Ripen rules
Air Please
Sure tear
It is pain
Purple rain

C’est peine

Rest In Peace, Prince

Rain Is Purple, R.I.P.

For the Artist Who Will Always Be Known as Prince

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NaPoWriMo – Day 21

This is a cento poem. A cento is a collage-poem composed of lines lifted from other sources — often, though not always, from great poets of the past. In Latin the word cento means ”patchwork,” and the verse form resembles a quilt of discrete lines stitched together to make a whole.

 

Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before
The sky was all purple,
There were people runnin’ everywhere

Into the upright and locked position
For landing, can you feel it?

I guess I should have known
By the way you parked your car sideways

Black Muse can eye talk to you

You don’t have to be cool
To rule my world

Wheels get locked in place
Stupid look on my face

But I got news for you

Freedom ain’t free
They lock you in a cell if you try to be

You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door
The key is to the lock, the lock is on the door
The door has a knob that you’ve never turned before

I don’t really know y we have 2 go r separate ways

Those are the things that bein’ in love’s about

This is what it sounds like

When doves cry

 

NaPoWriMo – Day 20

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Fog

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Condensation-collecting
Gray-spreading
Low-hanging

Visibility-visor
Light-filter
Gloom-gatherer

Pond-covering
Grass-hiding
Sight-obscuring

Route-ruiner
Cloud-copier
Vapor-levitator

Dawn-Brooding
Dusk-Hovering
Breath-taking

Mist-amasser
Mass-mister
Haze-master

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Kennings Poem

What is a Kennings Poem?

A Kenning is a two word phrase describing an object often using a metaphor. A Kennings poem consists of several stanzas of two describing words. It can be made up of any number of Kennings.

NaPoWriMo – Day 19

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How to Fake an Apology

 

Start with eye contact and fake a smile.

Next, try an excuse.  Use guile.

If that doesn’t work, ignore—

Who is she to keep score?.

She might be hurting,

Though you’ll deny.

Shriek “I’m sorry!”

Just don’t

Lie.

 

NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 19 – Didactic Poem

Nonet Poem

 

NaPoWriMo – Day 18

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The Sounds of Home

 

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Laughter
Sounds of sanders, sawdust, and creativity
10 pound bags of potatoes
spattering in the Fry-Daddy
While Dad sings and makes us laugh
Laughter

Tears, crying, sorrow, pain
Fighting, fear, fighting, fear

Hope
Healing
Takes Guts
Gut-wrenching
truth TruTh TRUTH
Gut-wrenching
Takes Guts
Healing
Hope

Fighting, tears, overcoming fear,
Dare, growing, grief, heal

Laughter
While Dad sings and makes us laugh
Spattering paint in the basement
10 gallon bucket of possibilities
Sounds of sanders, sawdust, and creativity
Laughter

NaPoWriMo

NaPoWriMo – Day 17

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Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was “Today, I challenge you to find, either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary. This could be, for example, a dictionary of nautical terms, or woodworking terms, or geology terms. Anything, really, so long as it’s not a standard dictionary! Now write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from your specialized source. Happy writing!” My poem is based on the Pedagogy of the Oppressed dictionary of critical theory terms (No, it doesn’t really exist, but I have definitely incorporated at least ten words form my specialized source).

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Notes from Pedagogy of the Oppressed:  Chapter One

To become fully human
is to risk an act of love.

The oppressed,
in freeing himself,
fights . . .

NOW PUBLISHED IN this book.

. . .

Minha vida.
Minha luta.
Strive towards plentitude!

NaPoWriMo – Day 16

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I am cheating.  Rather than writing a brand-new poem, which is what we are supposed to do during National Poetry Writing Month, I am posting a poem that I wrote nine months ago.  Some friends wrote a book with a similar theme, so I dug this out today.  Also, on Day 9, the NaPoWriMo was “to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. ” That line exists in this poem.

Reverse poem in which I reflect on my thoughts

My fear
Is bigger than
God’s love for me
“I want to run away.”
I will never again say
“I am free.”
Or
“I can stay here and be okay.”
I believe
Vulnerability is terrifying.
I no longer think
I am lovable.
I will never be good enough.
It is not true that
I am strong.
I am damaged goods.
Nobody believes
There is joy available for me.
Sorrow is my only option.
I used to think
I am strong enough to let down my guard.
I now know that
“I am broken.”
I will no longer say
“I can be whole.”

Now read each line in reverse order.

“I can be whole.”

I will no longer say

“I am broken.”

I now know that

I am strong enough to let down my guard.

I used to think

Sorrow is my only option.

There is joy available for me.

Nobody believes

I am damaged goods.

I am strong.

It is not true that

I will never be good enough.

I am lovable.

I no longer think

Vulnerability is terrifying.

I believe

“I can stay here and be okay.”

Or

“I am free.”

I will never again say

“I want to run away.”

God’s love for me

Is bigger than

My fear

 

 

NaPoWriMo – Day 15

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NaPoWriMo challenged participants  “to write a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles. You could incorporate doubling into the form, for example, by writing a poem in couplets. Or you could make doubles the theme of the poem, by writing, for example, about mirrors or twins, or simply things that come in pairs.”  So, I wrote this.  😉

Three Cheers to things that come in sets of tri

Three little pigs

And billy goats gruff

Three sneezes will do,

When two’s not enough

Petals, unfolding

To lure in the bees

Strands of a braid

That goes down to her knees

Two birds in the bush

Plus the one in the hand

Lines of haiku

Written freehand

Traffic lights

In red, green, and yellow

Sheets to the wind

Or just a little mellow

Steps in a waltz

Bones in the ear

Rings in a binder

To keep papers dear

Rings of a circus

Larry, Curly, Moe

Strikes to be out

It’s time to go