Day 30 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 30’s optional prompt, todays challenge was to write a poem backwards. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 30’s Prompt” I have chosen an example of a Reverse Poem by Spanish Poet ~ Federico Garcia Lorca, and then after is a new piece I have written not in line with todays optional prompt!

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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TRAIN RIDE

After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled on the pivot of a larger arc into the green of evening; I remembered that noon I saw a gradual bud still white; though dead in its warm bloom; always the enemy is the foe at home.

And I wondered what surgery could recover our lost, long stride of indolence and leisure which is labor in reverse; what physic recall the smile not of lips, but of eyes as of the sea bemused.

We, when we disperse from common sleep to several tasks, we gather to despair; we, who assembled once for hopes from common toil to dreams or sickish and hurting or triumphal rapture; always our enemy is our foe at home.

We, deafened with far scattered city rattles to the hubbub of forest birds (never having “had time” to grieve or to hear through vivid sleep the sea knock on its cracked and hollow stones) so that the stars, almost, and birds comply, and the garden-wet; the trees retire; We are a scared patrol, fearing the guns behind; always the enemy is the foe at home.

What wonder that we fear our own eyes’ look and fidget to be at home alone, and pitifully put of age by some change in brushing the hair and stumble to our ends like smothered runners at their tape; We follow our shreds of fame into an ambush.

Then (as while the stars herd to the great trough the blind, in the always-only-outward of their dismantled archways, awake at the smell of warmed stone or the sound of reeds, lifting from the dim into the segment of green dawn) always our enemy is our foe at home, more certainly than through spoken words or from grief- twisted writing on paper, unblotted by tears the thought came: There is no physic for the world’s ill, nor surgery; it must (hot smell of tar on wet salt air) burn in fever forever, an incense pierced with arrows, whose name is Love and another name Rebellion (the twinge, the gulf, split seconds, the very raindrops, render, and instancy of Love).

All Poetry to this not-to-be-looked-upon sun of Passion is the moon’s cupped light; all Politics to this moon, a moon’s reflected cupped light, like the moon of Rome, after the deep well of Grecian light sank low; always the enemy is the foe at home.

But these three are friends whose arms twine without words; as, in still air, the great grove leans to wind, past and to come.

By Federico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936)

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MEMORIES

As the memories of you are decaying

Day by day

Hour by hour

Minute by minute

Till there is nothing left

But a distant bad taste

That has transcended

Into a dark corner of my mind

I am now closing that door

Locking it tight

And throwing away the key

With a numb satisfaction

That you are no longer

Nor will you ever be allowed

To be apart of my world again

As I am rising stronger

From the lesson that was you!

© debradml (2015)

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Day 29 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 29’s optional prompt, was to write a poem in the form of a review~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

You could review either animate or inanimate things, real places or imaginary places.

 

So with “Day 29’s Prompt” I have chosen an example of a Review Poem from the “Poetry Soup Website” by Jan Allison, then after that is a new piece I have written – not in line with todays optional prompt!

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE

We can all sit back and review the past
Of relationships that sadly didn’t last
We ask ourselves just what went wrong
And our songbird sings a sad blues song

Time to move on and get on with our life
Deal with all our old worries and strife
We can only learn from past a mistake
Hope for better days with less heartache

We cannot predict what the future will bring
But I hope in time your heart does sing
And you find the one that you’ll adore
Restoring happiness to your life once more

By Jan Allison 

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METAMORPHOSING

Metamorphosing into this new day
Full of renewed hope and grace
She strives forth
To shine on as she rises
Accepting the lessons learnt
Upon her transformation
From her past form
Cherishing her new armour
Of lucid perception
She will fly on
Into this tumult of human life
Stronger than she was before!

© debradml (2015)

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Day 28 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge 

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Day 28’s optional prompt, was to write a poem about bridges. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.

 

So with “Day 28’s Prompt” I have chosen a Bridge Poem by English PoetThomas Hardy, and then after that is my piece about a real bridge!

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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THE CONTRETEMPS

A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom,
And we clasped, and almost kissed;
But she was not the woman whom
I had promised to meet in the thawing brume
On that harbour-bridge; nor was I he of her tryst.

So loosening from me swift she said:
“O why, why feign to be
The one I had meant – to whom I have sped
To fly with, being so sorrily wed,”
‘Twas thus and thus that she upbraided me.

My assignation had struck upon
Some others’ like it, I found.

And her lover rose on the night anon;
And then her husband entered on
The lamplit, snowflaked, sloppiness around.

“Take her and welcome, man!” he cried:
“I wash my hands of her.

I’ll find me twice as good a bride!”
– All this to me, whom he had eyed,
Plainly, as his wife’s planned deliverer.

And next the lover: “Little I knew,
Madam, you had a third!
Kissing here in my very view!”
– Husband and lover then withdrew.

I let them; and I told them not they erred.

Why not? Well, there faced she and I –
Two strangers who’d kissed, or near,
Chancewise.
To see stand weeping by
A woman once embraced, will try
The tension of a man the most austere.

So it began; and I was young,
She pretty, by the lamp,
As flakes came waltzing down among
The waves of her clinging hair, that hung
Heavily on her temples, dark and damp.

And there alone still stood we two;
She once cast off for me,
Or so it seemed: while night ondrew,
Forcing a parley what should do
We twain hearts caught in one catastrophe.

In stranded souls a common strait
Wakes latencies unknown,
Whose impulse may precipitate
A life-long leap.
The hour was late,
And there was the Jersey boat with its funnel agroan.

“Is wary walking worth much pother?”
It grunted, as still it stayed.

“One pairing is as good as another
Where is all venture! Take each other,
And scrap the oaths that you have aforetime made.”

– Of the four involved there walks but one
On earth at this late day.

And what of the chapter so begun?
In that odd complex what was done?
Well; happiness comes in full to none:
Let peace lie on lulled lips: I will not say.

By Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

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Oh beautiful bridge,

Connecting two points of land

So that we may pass easily,

You sit so quietly: waiting

To fulfil your role.

What things you must have seen –

Over your time,

As we come and go…

© debradml (2015)

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Day 27 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge 

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Day 27’s optional prompt, was to write a hay(na)ku. (Pronounced ai-na-koo) ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince Gotera , the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem.

 

So with “Day 27’s Prompt” I have chosen an example in this Form of Poetry by the Creator ~ Eileen Tabios & Vince Gotera, then after that is my attempt with a Hay(Na)Ku!

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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THE CHAINED HAY(NA)KU

Hear
where nothing
is said. Here

where
everything worth
hearing is offered.

En
arche en
ho logos, kai

ho …
the bush
suddenly ablaze, sky

flaming
in your
eyes and mine,

blood
melting to
ink in our

veins,
then leaking
to shape gold

letters
on correspondence
masquerading as books.

Here
where Nothing
is said, hear

where
Nothing is
said, watch smoke rise

off
the tongue,
words like snakes.

The
tongue is
a golden page.
.

– from “Four Skin Confessions”

By Eileen Tabios (1960- current)

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9/11 – a hay(na)ku sonnet

Wingless

sparrows fell

from ashen skies.

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Ghosts

loomed from

fog of ash.

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Twelve years later,

still entangled:

Afghanistan.

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Bin Laden dead.

Hourglass sand

slipping

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us downslope: ash

inferno downfall empire.

.

By Vince Gotera (1952-current)

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My Hay(Na)Ku

Friendships

Are the

Essence in Life.

© debradml (2015)

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Day 26 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge 

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Day 26’s optional prompt, was to challenge you to write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object.

 

So with “Day 26’s Prompt” I have chosen an example in this Form of Poetry by Italian Poet ~ Dante Alighieri and then after is my attempt at a Persona Poem!

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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PARADISO: CANTO

The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.

Within that heaven which most his light receives
Was I, and things beheld which to repeat
Nor knows, nor can, who from above descends;

Because in drawing near to its desire
Our intellect ingulphs itself so far,
That after it the memory cannot go.

Truly whatever of the holy realm
I had the power to treasure in my mind
Shall now become the subject of my song.

O good Apollo, for this last emprise
Make of me such a vessel of thy power
As giving the beloved laurel asks!

One summit of Parnassus hitherto
Has been enough for me, but now with both
I needs must enter the arena left.

Enter into my bosom, thou, and breathe
As at the time when Marsyas thou didst draw
Out of the scabbard of those limbs of his.

O power divine, lend’st thou thyself to me
So that the shadow of the blessed realm
Stamped in my brain I can make manifest,

Thou’lt see me come unto thy darling tree,
And crown myself thereafter with those leaves
Of which the theme and thou shall make me worthy.

So seldom, Father, do we gather them
For triumph or of Caesar or of Poet,
(The fault and shame of human inclinations,)

That the Peneian foliage should bring forth
Joy to the joyous Delphic deity,
When any one it makes to thirst for it.

A little spark is followed by great flame;
Perchance with better voices after me
Shall prayer be made that Cyrrha may respond!

To mortal men by passages diverse
Uprises the world’s lamp; but by that one
Which circles four uniteth with three crosses,

With better course and with a better star
Conjoined it issues, and the mundane wax
Tempers and stamps more after its own fashion.

Almost that passage had made morning there
And evening here, and there was wholly white
That hemisphere, and black the other part,

When Beatrice towards the left-hand side
I saw turned round, and gazing at the sun;
Never did eagle fasten so upon it!

And even as a second ray is wont
To issue from the first and reascend,
Like to a pilgrim who would fain return,

Thus of her action, through the eyes infused
In my imagination, mine I made,
And sunward fixed mine eyes beyond our wont.

There much is lawful which is here unlawful
Unto our powers, by virtue of the place
Made for the human species as its own.

Not long I bore it, nor so little while
But I beheld it sparkle round about
Like iron that comes molten from the fire;

And suddenly it seemed that day to day
Was added, as if He who has the power
Had with another sun the heaven adorned.

With eyes upon the everlasting wheels
Stood Beatrice all intent, and I, on her
Fixing my vision from above removed,

Such at her aspect inwardly became
As Glaucus, tasting of the herb that made him
Peer of the other gods beneath the sea.

To represent transhumanise in words
Impossible were; the example, then, suffice
Him for whom Grace the experience reserves.

If I was merely what of me thou newly
Createdst, Love who governest the heaven,
Thou knowest, who didst lift me with thy light!

When now the wheel, which thou dost make eternal
Desiring thee, made me attentive to it
By harmony thou dost modulate and measure,

Then seemed to me so much of heaven enkindled
By the sun’s flame, that neither rain nor river
E’er made a lake so widely spread abroad.

The newness of the sound and the great light
Kindled in me a longing for their cause,
Never before with such acuteness felt;

Whence she, who saw me as I saw myself,
To quiet in me my perturbed mind,
Opened her mouth, ere I did mine to ask,

And she began: ‘Thou makest thyself so dull
With false imagining, that thou seest not
What thou wouldst see if thou hadst shaken it off.

Thou art not upon earth, as thou believest;
But lightning, fleeing its appropriate site,
Ne’er ran as thou, who thitherward returnest.’

If of my former doubt I was divested
By these brief little words more smiled than spoken,
I in a new one was the more ensnared;

And said: ‘Already did I rest content
From great amazement; but am now amazed
In what way I transcend these bodies light.’

Whereupon she, after a pitying sigh,
Her eyes directed tow’rds me with that look
A mother casts on a delirious child;

And she began: ‘All things whate’er they be
Have order among themselves, and this is form,
That makes the universe resemble God.

Here do the higher creatures see the footprints
Of the Eternal Power, which is the end
Whereto is made the law already mentioned.

In the order that I speak of are inclined
All natures, by their destinies diverse,
More or less near unto their origin;

Hence they move onward unto ports diverse
O’er the great sea of being; and each one
With instinct given it which bears it on.

This bears away the fire towards the moon;
This is in mortal hearts the motive power
This binds together and unites the earth.

Nor only the created things that are
Without intelligence this bow shoots forth,
But those that have both intellect and love.

The Providence that regulates all this
Makes with its light the heaven forever quiet,
Wherein that turns which has the greatest haste.

And thither now, as to a site decreed,
Bears us away the virtue of that cord
Which aims its arrows at a joyous mark.

True is it, that as oftentimes the form
Accords not with the intention of the art,
Because in answering is matter deaf,

So likewise from this course doth deviate
Sometimes the creature, who the power possesses,
Though thus impelled, to swerve some other way,

(In the same wise as one may see the fire
Fall from a cloud,) if the first impetus
Earthward is wrested by some false delight.

Thou shouldst not wonder more, if well I judge,
At thine ascent, than at a rivulet
From some high mount descending to the lowland.

Marvel it would be in thee, if deprived
Of hindrance, thou wert seated down below,
As if on earth the living fire were quiet.’

Thereat she heavenward turned again her face.

BY Dante Alighieri (1265-1321)

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MASKED LADY

I am a Masked Lady

Hiding like a precious treasure

With a desire to be unknown

As I search and explore

My secret longings

Freely without judgement

I am a Masked Lady!

 © debradml (2015)

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Day 25 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 25’s optional prompt, is to write something short and just a bit (or a lot) silly – the Clerihew~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

These are rhymed, humorous quatrains involving a specific person’s name. You can write about celebrities, famous people from history, even your mom (hopefully she’s got a good name for rhyming with).

 

So with “Day 25’s Prompt” I have chosen an example in this Form of Poetry by the founder, Edmund Clerihew Bentley, and then Four examples from “Shadows of Poetry Website“.

Then after that I have posted a Poem I have recently written that is not in-line with todays prompt!

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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Sir Humphrey Davy

Abominated gravy.

He lived in the odium

Of having discovered sodium.

By Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956)

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Four examples from “Shadows of Poetry” are:

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Garfield the cat

On his rear he sat.

Eating lasagne galore.

Al about the décor.

James & Marie Summers (2000)

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The Road Runner

always almost a goner;

when attacked in manner dread,

Wile E. suffers intended fate instead…

Alan McAlpine Douglas (2004)

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Star Trek’s frowning Klingon Worf

challenges a squeamish metamorph

to eating a wormlike gagh dinner;

Worf of course was the winner!

Diana Dalton (2004)

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Corporal Klinger,

M.A.S.H.’s best ringer,

in dress, heels and snear,

won “Kook of the Year.”

James Dean Chase (2004)

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Trials and Tribulations

As I wake upon another day

I am faced yet again

With more trials and tribulations…

Why in this life: I am unsure,

Of what lessons are still to be learned…

But I’m letting go; looking forward,

And moving on now…

As I need to focus on the time I have left here

To be peaceful, happy and whole

Not weighed down by others

Selfish negativity & childish games!

© debradml (2015)

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Day 24 in the #NaPoWiMo Challenge

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Day 24’s optional prompt, is to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times). 

 

So with “Day 24’s Prompt” I have chosen a Satire Poem by Poet ~ Terry Pratchett, then found an example of a Parody Piece on PoemHunter.com Websiteby John Dryden & Jonathon Robin; and after that is a new Poem that I have written, not in-line with todays prompt! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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Ode to Multiple Universes

I do have worlds enough and time
to spare an hour to find a rhyme
to take a week to pen an article
a day to find a rhyme for ‘particle’.
In many worlds my time is free
to spend ten minutes over tea
And steal the time from some far moon
so words can take all afternoon,
Away beyond the speed of light
I’ll write a novel in one night.
Aeons beckon, if I want ’em…
…but I can’t have em’, ‘cos of Quantum.

By Terry Pratchett (1948-2015)

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FAREWELL UNGRATEFUL TRAITOR

Farewell ungrateful traitor,
Farewell my perjured swain,
Let never injured creature
Believe a man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But ’tis too short a blessing,
And love too long a pain.

‘Tis easy to deceive us
In pity of your pain,
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
Before we have descried it,
There is no bliss beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.

The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain,
But when the charm is ended
The charmer you disdain.
Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying is a pleasure,
When living is a pain.

Farewell ungrateful traitor,
Farewell my perjured swain,
Let never injured creature
Believe a man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But ’tis too short a blessing,
And love too long a pain.

‘Tis easy to deceive us
In pity of your pain,
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
Before we have descried it,
There is no bliss beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.

The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain,
But when the charm is ended
The charmer you disdain.
Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying is a pleasure,
When living is a pain.

By John Dryden (1631-1700)

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And then the “Parody” to “John Dryden’s Piece” is below: 

Farewell, misunderstandings
Farewell, past perjury!
Let not unhappy landings
void voyage verity.
The pleasure of possessing
surpasses all expressing
though bitter-sweet its blessing
once seemed, heave-ho heart’s pain!

If upgrades site proposes
can’t counter weary tears
when downgrade fate opposes
encounters change of gears,
those trophies once adorning
night, morning, witness mourning,
departure tells no dawning
when Judgement Day appears.

Deceptions past prepare us,
for neither pity, pain,
though some say: “Should you leave us,
has journey proved in vain? ”
Before you have denied it
there is no bliss beside it
yet she that once has tried it
shall find joy where all gain.

Some passion have pretended,
as game aimed to obtain
your charms – their charm soon ended,
the charmer you disdain.
Past tears have taken measure
of losing precious treasure,
but parting seems slight pleasure
when sharing hopes again.

By Jonathan Robin (2007)

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GOOD-BYE, FAREWELL, & C’est La Vie

Good-bye,

Farewell

And C’est la vie…

To the complications

That you have caused me.

To the rejections

That have wasted my time.

To your deceptions

That show your own failings.

To the mass of pain

That I’ve hidden and cried.

.

I’m done with this unhappy ending

I’m taking back my hurtful pride.

I’m moving forward

Without anymore hesitation –

From your false friendship

That you’ve hidden behind.

No longer will I be a doormat

That foolishly wonders

What on earth went so wrong.

It takes two to make a real friendship

And now I valuing myself so much more!

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© debradml (2015)


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Day 23 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 23’s optional prompt, was to take a chance, literally. Challenging you to find a deck of cards (regular playing cards, tarot cards, whatever type it didn’t matter), then shuffle it, and take a card – any card! Then you had to begin free-writing based on the card you’ve chosen. Keeping on going without stopping for five minutes. Afterwards you then had to take what was written and make it into a poem. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 23’s Prompt” I have chosen to use some cards a friend gave me as a gift a few years ago… “Healing with the Fairies” Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue Ph.D., so I chose a Card and wrote a Poem based on that Card!

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

There lies the conundrum
Looking back at me
Urging me on, yet again
With hopeful abandonment
How many times though
Will I have to play the same hand
Over and over
Getting caught up in the in-between
Of the reality of real life
And trying to “Follow my Dreams”
Maybe I need a new set
That aren’t so far out of reach
Now that I stop and think though
Maybe, I do need to reboot
As their focus has become unclear
And try new approach
One last time…

© debradml (2015)

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Day 22 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 22’s optional prompt, was to write a “pastoral” poem. With the day also celebrating Earth Day, we were asked to write a poem that engages with nature~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 22’s Prompt” I have chosen a Nature Poem written by William Wordsworth, and then after that is my interpretation in the Challenge using today’s prompt! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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 Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun, above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your Teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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MOTHER NATURE

To feel, breathe and connect

With the natural energy

Surrounding us

Brings an inner peace

That is indescribable…

Mother Nature is a quiet magic

That we so often take for granted

Getting caught up in

The ‘hustle and bustle’ of the modern world

But when we do… go and say hello

She embraces us purely, every time!

© debradml (2015)

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Day 21 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 20’s optional prompt, was to create an erasure! This involves taking a pre-existing text and blacking out or erasing words, while leaving the placement of the remaining words intact. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 20’s Prompt” I have chosen several Pictures, (randomly off the Internet), depicting this Style of Poetry and then after that is a Poem I have recently written, but it is not in-line with the style of todays prompt

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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MY LONG TIME LOVER

Each day I head to the beach

To wash away the dust

From the grind of the day.

And instantly I become calm and feel lighter,

Wetting my feet along the shore,

As I breathe in the fresh salty air,

There is nothing else like it for me,

It’s in my bones and forever to be.

It’s my long time lover,

My solace, my soul, my sea…

© debradml (2015)

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