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October 26, 2017
OctPoWriMo 26 - Full of Stories
Today's prompt is a once and unruly mind, and the suggested form is the cascade.
Full of Stories
My head is full of stories,
Always running off on quests;
Creating tales full of adventure
Is how I deal with stress.
Magic, elves, and fairies;
Majesty and glory:
I cannot be be bored when
My head is full of stories.
Even as I fall asleep,
Bedtime stories bring me rest;
My mind is off to dreamland,
Always running off on quests.
Fantasy and sci fi
Bring me the most pleasure,
But all I really need is to be
Creating tales full of adventure.
For as long as I remember
They help me decompress;
Creating plots and people
Is how I deal with stress.
Full of Stories
My head is full of stories,
Always running off on quests;
Creating tales full of adventure
Is how I deal with stress.
Magic, elves, and fairies;
Majesty and glory:
I cannot be be bored when
My head is full of stories.
Even as I fall asleep,
Bedtime stories bring me rest;
My mind is off to dreamland,
Always running off on quests.
Fantasy and sci fi
Bring me the most pleasure,
But all I really need is to be
Creating tales full of adventure.
For as long as I remember
They help me decompress;
Creating plots and people
Is how I deal with stress.
October 25, 2017
OctPoWriMo 25 - Sweet and Calming
This poem is dedicated to my husband, Mark.
Sweet and Calming
Your smile is sweetness to my heart;
Your touch is calming to my soul.
Especially when we’ve been apart,
Your smile is sweetness to my heart.
Like a poignant work of art
Satisfies and makes me whole,
Your smile is sweetness to my heart;
Your touch is calming to my soul.
October 24, 2017
OctPoWriMo 24 - When Lovers Meet
I see you there
Across the room
Your eyes so bright
You put the sun and stars to shame
You enchant me
October 23, 2017
OctPoWriMo 23 - Call Them Sin?
Today's prompt is What is the Message?
Call Them Sin?
What message do we send
When we call them sin?
How can we defend
What message we do send?
Whatever we intend,
No matter how we spin,
What message do we send
When we call them sin?
Call Them Sin?
What message do we send
When we call them sin?
How can we defend
What message we do send?
Whatever we intend,
No matter how we spin,
What message do we send
When we call them sin?
October 22, 2017
OctPoWriMo 22 - You Must Love
Today's prompt is Purposeful Passion, and we were challenged to find a form we haven't tried before. I went with the quatern, and wrote about something that I am very passionate about.
You Must Love
If you love God, you must love all.
As followers, we imitate.
It doesn’t matter who they are.
They’ll know we’re His because we love.
Whatever colour is their skin,
If you love God, you must love all;
No matter what they might believe,
Agape love is our true call.
If they are gay or trans, so what?
We are not called to judge, but love.
If you love God, you must love all,
To share what we receive above.
Who does not love does not know God;
Our God, He loves and He is love,
And everyone who loves knows God.
If you love God, you must love all.
You Must Love
If you love God, you must love all.
As followers, we imitate.
It doesn’t matter who they are.
They’ll know we’re His because we love.
Whatever colour is their skin,
If you love God, you must love all;
No matter what they might believe,
Agape love is our true call.
If they are gay or trans, so what?
We are not called to judge, but love.
If you love God, you must love all,
To share what we receive above.
Who does not love does not know God;
Our God, He loves and He is love,
And everyone who loves knows God.
If you love God, you must love all.
October 21, 2017
OctPoWriMo 21 - Paper Wings
Today's prompt is Nothing Remains the Same, and the suggested form is the abecedarian. I tried writing one, but 26 lines is a very long poem, and I learned years ago that sometimes a poem needs to stop before it gets too unwieldy, so I stopped.
Paper Wings
All is changing—that is living:
Balance learned through love and forgiving.
Comfort found in static things
Doesn’t last—like paper wings.
Everything must change to grow:
Flow like rivers, fall like snow.
Paper WingsAll is changing—that is living:
Balance learned through love and forgiving.
Comfort found in static things
Doesn’t last—like paper wings.
Everything must change to grow:
Flow like rivers, fall like snow.
October 20, 2017
OctPoWriMo 20 - Memories So Sweet
Today's prompt, Desires and Remembering, asked us to write about the last time we really, truly wanted something.
Memories So Sweet
I remember years ago it was such a treat
My favourite dessert
Sweet and fluffy cake with creamy frosting
So many years have passed
I saw it in the store
Memories came flooding back
But it was not the same
My tastebuds have changed
Such a disappointment
Memories So SweetI remember years ago it was such a treat
My favourite dessert
Sweet and fluffy cake with creamy frosting
So many years have passed
I saw it in the store
Memories came flooding back
But it was not the same
My tastebuds have changed
Such a disappointment
October 19, 2017
OctPoWriMo 19 - I Don't Want Your Soul
Today's prompt is Fox or Foxy and the suggested poetry type is the florette.
I Don't Want Your Soul
Because I’m a redhead, some say
I’m crafty and cunning and fey,
Just like a fox, tricky and sly.
But really, I’m quiet and I don’t like to stray
From comfortable things I know.
I like to live life kind of slow:
I don’t power walk—no, I stroll.
I am calm, I don’t want your soul; I’ll just lie low.
I Don't Want Your Soul
Because I’m a redhead, some say
I’m crafty and cunning and fey,
Just like a fox, tricky and sly.
But really, I’m quiet and I don’t like to stray
From comfortable things I know.
I like to live life kind of slow:
I don’t power walk—no, I stroll.
I am calm, I don’t want your soul; I’ll just lie low.
October 18, 2017
OctPoWriMo 18 - Easier to Pretend
Today's prompt is Everyone Went on Eating, as in what if you made a huge announcement and no one cared? I really liked the pantoum when I wrote a couple earlier this month, so I did another one.
Easier to Pretend
If I were to tell my family and friends
Who am I really, deep down inside,
I wonder would they simply pretend
I had said nothing? Would they brush me aside?
Who am I really, deep down inside?
Few truly know me; to all the rest
I have said nothing. Would they brush me aside?
Pass off as a jest my truth so expressed?
Few truly know me; to all the rest
If I were to trust you, would you then condemn?
Pass off as a jest my truth so expressed?
Look at my heart and soul with contempt?
If I were to trust you, would you then condemn?
I am afraid my loved ones might
Look at my heart and soul with contempt
See who I am as transgression, as spite.
I’m also afraid my loved ones might
Find it easier to simply pretend,
Though they see who I am as transgression, as spite.
If I were to tell my family and friends.
Easier to Pretend
If I were to tell my family and friends
Who am I really, deep down inside,
I wonder would they simply pretend
I had said nothing? Would they brush me aside?
Who am I really, deep down inside?
Few truly know me; to all the rest
I have said nothing. Would they brush me aside?
Pass off as a jest my truth so expressed?
Few truly know me; to all the rest
If I were to trust you, would you then condemn?
Pass off as a jest my truth so expressed?
Look at my heart and soul with contempt?
If I were to trust you, would you then condemn?
I am afraid my loved ones might
Look at my heart and soul with contempt
See who I am as transgression, as spite.
I’m also afraid my loved ones might
Find it easier to simply pretend,
Though they see who I am as transgression, as spite.
If I were to tell my family and friends.
October 17, 2017
OctPoWriMo 17 - Wondrous Things
Today's prompt is fantasy "And the Dragon Chose..." I wrote an alouette today as I've never tried this form before and it sounded fun.
Wondrous Things
Elves and pixies tease;
Magic’s on the breeze;
Wizards, witches, warlocks chant,
Weaving wondrous things
As, upon soft wings,
Fairies swoop and sing and dance.
Come into the trees;
Fall upon your knees;
All around, mages enchant,
Wrapping unseen strings
On their new plaything;
Now you stand and join the dance.
Wondrous ThingsElves and pixies tease;
Magic’s on the breeze;
Wizards, witches, warlocks chant,
Weaving wondrous things
As, upon soft wings,
Fairies swoop and sing and dance.
Come into the trees;
Fall upon your knees;
All around, mages enchant,
Wrapping unseen strings
On their new plaything;
Now you stand and join the dance.
