A ring of stones sleep
Serene are they in sweet dreams
Just part of the scene.
The secrets are kept
In this serene scene, all green
Gia’s blessings sleep.
These two Haiku are part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.
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Ronovanwrites weekly Haiku Poetry Challenge Prompt. #148 Fast and Plain
This is my entry to Ronovanwrite’s weekly Haiku Poetry challenge #148 and this week Ronovan has given us the words Fast and Plain , to play with.
Fast and plain.
Hold fast to my love
I am always true to you
For all, plain to see.
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Plain and Swift
Though your face is plain
You are beautiful inside
Swift my fall for you
Image is Fernando Amorsolo’s Smiling Plain Maiden/Palay Maiden @ Ayala Museum (1920’s); From Wikipedia:
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The Sun and the Moon
Nature’s trick, plainly
She always eluded him
How ever fast he moved.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #146 Behold&Eye
This is my entry for this week’s
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #146 Behold&Eye
Rules and Pingback here
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Apple of my eye
Like a star seen from afar.
Much love to behold
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All beauty is in
The eye of the beholder
Ruby is beauty
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Beauty before me
Nature’s wonders to behold
My eyes are grateful
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #97 Magic&Glimmer
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #97 Magic&Glimmer
On the lake she stood
Silver stars in her wake glimmer
She set Magic free
Ronovanwrites Prompt #Challenge #79 Crystal&Hope
Ronovan writes Haiku Challenge
Facets and coloured fractals of light
Crystal clear full scope
Brings true hope not fear and flight
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Thoughts sharpened by new trauma
Honed to Crystal Clear
Hope on Horizon’s afar
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Open eyes wiped crystal clear
See all being all
Hope has come too late lost fate.
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Tuesday Use It In A Sentence – Dispose
Paint me now,photograph me, capture my image in dispose ! 😉
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Here is the #tuesdayuseitinasentence
Tuesday Use It In A Sentence – Dispose : Comes to you from LindaGHill.
Here are the prompt rules:
- Make a sentence with the word of the week. Leave it as just a sentence or write a post to go with it.
- Try to do it on Tuesday.
- Include the hashtag #tuesdayuseitinasentence.
- Post it on Twitter and/or Facebook (if you have a public site) and/or Pinterest and/or WordPress and/or any other social media site you belong to.
- Participate as many times as you’d like. You can write a different sentence for each platform, but please keep it to one sentence per post.
- Linda will be trolling Twitter for the hashtag, so watch her Twitter feed in the sidebar for retweets. Make sure to connect on Twitter with other participants!
- If you post your sentence here on WordPress or on any other site where there’s a clickable link, include the link in the comment section for this week.
- Google #tuesdayuseitinasentence to find other participants! The more you connect, the bigger it gets and the more views and followers you’ll have.
- Have fun!
If you have any suggestions on how to make this a better prompt (i.e. rules I haven’t thought of, making it easier to follow) please let me know in the comments.
What are you waiting for? Make up a sentence and join in!
Precious Body – Stream of Consciousness Saturday
I didn’t think it was too much to ask for
Always striving not to demand or be selfish.
Just to make me look less of an eyesore
To straighten my back for me, to just grant that wish.
I know they mended me and put me back together
Pinned and fused me and filled me with cement.
But am I selfish to want not to have a curved body forever
However hard I try I will not be straight again, but slightly bent.
I’ve always known I am better off than so many
Blessed in lots ways the truth be known.
But if I could have a wish granted it would not be just any
Only to wake and find my spine un-curved had grown.
Please don’t think me spoilt and churlish
I know I stand and walk and bend
But I’d like my posture to be more stylish
But I must accept that I am lucky not to be crippled my friend.
This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/07/04/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-514/ Click the link to read the rules and join in!
Busyness
Sapphic poetry, a style based on the verse of Greek poet Sappho.
The Sapphic verse is a verse made up of four line stanzas, the first three lines of 11 syllables each, the last of 5.
Buiness
Hurry and stress busy busy business
Keyboards tapping , post its flapping mobiles ring
Office bike beats the trouble and strife pants down
Right now on the desk.
Early train she’s on it too perfume wafting
Electric blue coat next to you soft humming
Off at station rushing now macchiato
Want to drink it now.
Phones ring lifts ding deadlines come and go deals flow
Time ticks pens click, ham cheese and mayo to go
Nearly five coming back to life out of here
Tricky business here!
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Monday challenge from http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/09/09/monday-poetry-prompt-20-sapphic-verse/
Monday challenge
Of Knobs,Locks and Keys
Northography have a new visual stimulus posted for your writing pleasure. Taken from http://senzingzen.com/ page. I wanted to take up the challenge.
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How many doors, how many floors must we flee down
Must we race down, pace down arms up and face down.
What lies behind the doors, the doorknobs many
strange knobs hob knobs, key holes of which views are there any?
How dark these walls so blue, the floor so black it reaches down to hell
The light at the end of the hall so red, red enough to hide the dead as well.
Is the floor a carpet or linoleum I do not know do you
As I run and rush my way along I cannot tell I don’t even care, it’s true,it’s true.
So enter here this last door with me and let your lust be free
In my hands I caress your key I love it’s cold feel, it awakens things in me.
So take back your long and lusty key and thrust it deep inside my lock , feel free.
I shall grab and turn your knob I love the reaction it brings, it makes you sob.
So as we dance the dance of lock and key and hob of knob twist harder your key inside my lock so it may throb.
Excitement gathers us both up and busts forth all ousing out glorious and messy.
The lock the key, the knob all turning busting growing flowing pressy!
OOOOOOOOOOOOH!
How many doors, how many floors must we flee down
Must we race down, pace down arms up and face down.
What lies behind the doors, the doorknobs many
strange knobs, hob knobs, key holes of which views are there any?
NaPoWriMo Day 27,A Cat May& Many Hands Make
NaPoWriMo Day 27 : Today’s prompt is to use the wondrous powers of the Internet to help you write, and I have a particular method in mind. Think of a common proverb or phrase — something like “All that glitters is not gold,” or “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.” Then plug the first three words of the phrase into a search engine. Skim through the first few pages of results, collecting (rather like a poetic magpie) words and phrases that interest you. Then use those words and phrases as the inspirations (and some of the source material) for a new poem.
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A Cat May (Warning)
A cat may, that is what everyone says
Owning a cat may shorten your days
Insidious, unseen, malicious and quiet
Excreted escaping hoping to invade
Depressing the nerves with an unhappy parade
A cat may without any thoughts of harm
Can infest your blood and remove life’s charm.
In muscles and brain hides the nasty nasty little parasites
They will push you , and push you to take your life.
So a beautiful cat may look at a king
But everyone in the castle should be aware what he is hiding within.
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Many hands make Fractals Tactile
Many Hands make Fractals Tactile.
That’s sounds so hopeful it makes you smile.
Many hands clear the deck especially in the sun
The more of us together makes us more inclined to fun.
Many hands all wearing rings with diamonds will catch the light
The more of us there are, the sooner the job gets done right.
The more hands lifted to the sky reaching far reaching high
So remember Many Hands make Fractals Tactile and your heart fly.
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