Winter Song… #Poetry

 

 

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Winter marches to her own beat

Sings her own special song

Every bit as sweet as the other three seasons

There is the anticipation of snow

Will Christmas be white?

Not all will be praying for a world in white

With last years sleds in cupboards under stairs

Children watch and wait with snowmen in mind

They stand at windows, hot breath misting the glass

Rain keeps falling, no hope of snow

It is at times like these you can see

The whole universe in a raindrop

Hope falls with every snowflake

When it finally arrives

Warm coats, woollen mittens, and children

Outside before you can say no

They make a snowman and Christmas

Angels lay their wings down

Late that night, with snow still falling

The snow angels will have taken flight…

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#Wordle 382 #Poetry

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  Prince Charming

I am always looking for that lucky charm

That hits you like a lover’s kiss

Blue lightning that fills the air with magic.

That special touch that lets you know

 That everything is all right.

Life will not spin out of control

Let the wind howl, I have a

Hundred reasons to be happy.

Learn to play, something I miss.

Take a train, find a new adventure

Make a plan for my future

Wind in my neck, stop looking at the dark side of life

Forget that one who left me on Christmas Eve

Find a new lovers kiss

Maybe this time I will find Prince Charming…

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London… #Poetry

 

 

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Silent faces walk the streets of London

Never stopping, no smiles to give away

Tourists, cameras flashing

Strange sounds assail your ears

Like too many bird songs

Chalk art on pavements that should be seen

Trafalgar fountains spraying

With Nelson watching all

The bells of St Martin’s ring

To someone in need of prayer

Get your shoes shined here

Take a piece of London home

To say you visited here

Artist’s paintings hang on railings

Visit museums if that’s your thing

Ride an open top bus, hope there’s no rain

See the street vendors, card tricks

Stick pins in their flesh

Take the bus that sails on the water

Walk the pink roads, see Buck House

Give a nod to Queen Victoria as you pass

Stop for lunch, ride the London Eye

Before you take the train home…

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Shake the Tree… #Poetry

 

 

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Take life by the short straw

Shake the tree see what falls

If it’s apple cores, save the pips for another day

Plant them when the time is right

Never hide your face from the light

Dance under rainbows

Bless the rain that sent you colour

Count your days with great delight

Send love out to catch the waves

Shake the tree a second time

Star might fall to light your way

To bring back dreams from yesterday

If still, you find no delight

Shake the tree with all your might

Until it gives all from sheer fright…

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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

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Although Colleen is busy catching up on work projects, she has provided us with prompts so we can still write our poems! So here’s Anita’s!

 

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Seek

The light

Test yourself

Breathe the sweet air

Find where you belong

Let love into your heart

Step out of the dark, take aim

Find that one special person now

Let your dreams be bigger than before

Let love take you to old age together…

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Colour me Red… #Poetry

 

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Colour me Red

A friend asked me the other day

What colour do you see yourself as?

I think colour depends on my mood or need

I am light blue when I need understanding

Which is often.

Blue when I need wisdom

A little healing when my body is less than tip-top.

Dreamscape allows me to remember

Lying in the sea, surrounded by blue water

Blue skies above

I am the filling in the sandwich

It feels good to be comforted

Best of all, held by gentle blue hands

Now the day ahead will work.

So when I need to, I remember

And all is well

I rarely see myself as pink

Too fluffy for me

I should try it, as it helps with success

I love a good orange and not only to eat

I see myself when I need energy to boost my imagination

To fill my mind and body with life.

Sometimes I need brown when dealing with family issues

Brown is helpful for grace, something

I am not known for, but  I do try.

I think green when I need a bit of good luck

When buying that lottery ticket.

Everyone in the shop turns green

Not hit the big one yet

But do quite well with this.

Yellow for me if very helpful

When I need to be creative when writing

Craftwork, thinking, which I do a lot of the time

It is almost a hobby.

White, when I feel the need for protection

I see myself and my family walking under

The light of a full moon twenty-four seven.

Red, I mostly think of as my own colour,

A child of Mars, I love with a fire that never dies

Very helpful when courage is needed

You can fight your way through anything when you turn red

Purple feeds my ambition when I feel it fading

I turn purple to keep my ambition alive

Helping me never let my dreams die

Black whenever I feel threatened by seen or unseen elements

Black helps to keep unwanted guests, thoughts out of my life

I realise I have just painted myself a very strange rainbow…

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#Wordle 381 #Poetry #Challenge

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My Way

Where do dreams go when we wake?

A word, once it is spoken

Do they linger on the air?

A silent echo that no one hears

Others we know nothing about?

From some distant galaxy

That   frame  our lives in such a way

That we walk around in the same space

Use the same old thoughts, feelings

Marionettes, dancing to someone else’s tune

Do we shrug our shoulders?

Walk through a fog, each day the same?

Do we hope to find a secret key

To set us right to find new thoughts

They are out there, I feel them on the edge of my mind

I reach for them and they vanish like soap bubbles

With luck, I know they will return

That eureka moment that takes you away

From the dark empty side of the mind

To find your own light at last

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Splintered… #Poetry

 

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Splintered

This morning I awoke

 My mind empty

An abandoned building

Chipped peeling wallpaper

Full of emotions

Tiptoeing on eggshells

My thoughts jagged

Lace curtains pulled through

Broken glass

Ghosts hide in dark corners

Left over sound like dry leaves

Whispers of lost dreams

Slipping into rotting floorboards

Life is splintered, gone

A broken mirror hangs on the far wall

Pieces missing, forgotten

A puzzle with no image

Shadows live between the cracks

Time hidden behind the frame

Moving through the walls

Like the chatter of a busy market

Peoples lives, their story

Stamped into the brickwork…

A kind of living braille

To be read by sensitive hands

Laughter, happiness, colliding

With overwhelming sorrow

Touching your skin

Reaching out for life

As I move from room to room

Sliding my hand over broken furniture

I have the feeling I know this house

I have sat in that worn out chair

I make my way back to the broken mirror

Sunlight from the street

Filtering through dirty windows

Dust devils dance in the beam

Keeping their secrets

I see no image of myself

Only dust and light

I run from room to room

Before the penny drops

I am the ghost that lives in this house…

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#Writephoto: Onward…

https://scvincent.com/2018/12/06/thursday-photo-prompt-onward-writephoto/

 

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I have to keep moving onward

If not I will sit and vegetate

End up with a flat backside

So move yourself

Take that path that beckons

See where it leads

You may find a place where

You can see grass grow

Talk to the trees as you pass

Take off your shoes

Step into that slow moving brook

Find that magic pebble

Leave a few crumbs to thank

The birds for their song

Tell time by dandelion

Let your inner child step out

With your spirit refreshed

Your steps lighter, you return home…

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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge… #Nonet

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 113, Happy December! Poets Choice of Words

 

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Broken Ground

I fight my way back through snow and rain

My home close, I see chimney smoke

Windows lit by lanterns glow

My path lay deep with snow

The lake forgotten

I hear the sound

Ice cracking

Beneath

Cold

Ground

Feet wet

Sinking fast

My heart freezing

Hope disappearing

I am lost to this world

My voice blown back by the wind

No help has come to pull me free

I pray the Lord, my soul he will free…

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For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, you can write your poem in one of the forms defined below. Click on the link to learn about each type:

HAIKU IN ENGLISH 5/7/5 syllable structure. A Haiku is written about seasonal changes, nature, and change ingeneral.

TANKA IN ENGLISH 5/7/5/7/7 syllable structure. Your Tanka will consist of five lines written in the first-person point of view. This is important because the poem should be written from the perspective of the poet.

HAIBUN IN ENGLISH Every Haibun must begin with a title. Haibun prose is composed of short, descriptive paragraphs, written in the first-person singular.

The text unfolds in the present moment, as though the experience is occurring now rather than yesterday or some time ago. In keeping with the simplicity of the accompanying haiku or tanka poem, all unnecessary words should be pared down or removed. Nothing must ever be overstated.

The poetry never tries to repeat, quote, or explain the prose. Instead, the poetry reflects some aspect of the prose by introducing a different step in the narrative through a microburst of detail. Thus, the poetry is a sort of juxtaposition – different yet somehow connected.

Cinquain ALSO: Check out the Cinquainvariations listed here: Cinquain-Wikipedia These are acceptable methods to use also. Please add what forms you are using so we can learn from you.

Etheree The Etheree poem consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The trick is to create a memorable message within the required format. Poets can get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but the idea is to follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Reversed Etheree Syllable Count: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Double Etheree Syllable Count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Senryu in English 5/7/5 syllable structure. A Senryu is written about love, a personal event, and have IRONY present. Click the link to learn the meaning of irony.

Nonet: The Nonet poem is similar to the Etheree, but with only nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be written about any subject and should not rhyme.

After writing a double Nonet, the visual image result is that of an hourglass shape. Because of this shape, these poems often discuss the passage of time.

Shadorma: The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables.

When writing a Shadorma I would concentrate on a specific subject. The brevity of syllables is perfect for that kind of structure.

A poem may consist of one stanza or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadormas).