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OctPoWriMo 6 - All is Fair

All is fair in love and war?
No. Do not presume to speak for
Me or anyone like me.
Love is greater than you see
And there is nothing I need more.

Love may be an open door,
But love is also so much more
Love is priceless; love is free
Love is here for you and me
And all is fair.

Your little boxes cannot bear
The size of love; they haven't a prayer.
Love is love is love, and we
Only see through glass darkly.
And all is fair.

OctPoWriMo 5 - Love Denied

Today's prompt is "denied" and I decided to do a florette as I didn't do one when it was the suggested form.

My topic is something that has been in my heart a lot lately.

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Love Denied

Jesus loves me, this I know;
You say you want to help me grow,
But when I show you who I am,
I am denied. Your love’s a sham. It’s just for show.

The church was never meant to be
A corporate monopoly.
He said we are to be His bride.
We’re meant to be a family, yet we divide.

God is love and love is love
And I am vastly weary of
Conditions that are placed upon
His unconditional love. Stop it. Begone.

OctPoWriMo 4 - A Feline Love Story

Today's prompt is "_____________ and other strange animals." While, at first glance, my piece may not seem so "strange," I hope I succeeded in putting more into it than appears at a surface read.

A Feline Love Story

A ginger met a tabby on a warm September day;
With lifted ears and curving tails, they greeted one another.
Their noses touched, they wound around each other like ballet,
They spoke a language older than the sweet savour of summer.

Together stalking, playing, they found joy in company,
And never were apart for more than a few minutes’ time
Naps were warmer, bathing better, life truly carefree
With a warm body beside you, you can meet anything.

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OctPoWriMo 3 - INSECURE, An Acrostic

Today's prompt is insecurity. I found myself digging deep into my fears for this one.

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INSECURE, An Acrostic

I wish that I could know and yet
Nothing’s ever certain.
Seeing is believing, but
Experience can vary.
Changing everything I know,
Upending until nothing
Remains except myself alone,
Empty and forsaken.

OctPoWriMo 2 - How I Love You

Today's prompt is "poems and notes to you."

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How I Love You

I wanted to show you how much I love you:
I wrote you a love note, but it wasn’t right;
The words didn’t say what I wanted to say,
So I tore it up and tossed it away.

I tried again to express how I love you:
I wrote you a love song, but it sounded trite;
The words fell flat, the melody faltered.
I could never share it as it was so awkward.

A third time I tried to convey how I love you:
I crafted a poem—I guess it’s all right;
Third time’s the charm, or that’s what they say.
You love me, so you embrace what I’ve offered.

OctPoWriMo 1 - October First

Welcome to another year of poetry!

Today's prompt is "surrender" and I went with the suggested form of free verse.

October First

October first
I woke this morning to snow
The first snow of the season
Part of me wanted to rage and weep
To grieve for a year near gone
But
It was so beautiful
So soft and clean and pure

In the Beginning

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God created the heavens and the earth
And everything in between;
The evening and the morning
And the expanse of day and night,
The dry land and the seas,
And He stretched the shoreline in between.
He made the sun and the moon,
And He placed the stars upon the sky.
And He made male and female
And everything in between.

I Will Fall Again

I stand, I fall, I stand again,
Knowing I will fall again;
And yet, though failure is ahead,
I’ll stop trying when I’m dead.

It’s how we learn: we try and fail,
And try again, ‘til we prevail.
We want to quit—we strive instead;
I’ll stop trying when I’m dead.

Life is hard, and yet we know
Difficulties help us grow.
Mistakes are nothing we should dread.
I’ll stop trying when I’m dead.

Remember You

Five years ago today, my mother died. Every year, I write a poem for her to keep her memory alive.



Remember You

Who will remember me when I am gone?
Who will keep the flame alive?
As I remember you today,
My mother, my friend.

In the Deep

Deep beneath the surface
Something starts to stir:
Moving with a purpose
Deep beneath the surface.
Soon will be catharsis
For I cannot deter;
Deep beneath the surface
Something starts to stir.