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Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Pieces of Seaside Ashore

Flip flops on the beach
Sandy pebbles in my shoe, ouch
Bringing home the sunny beach too
Unzip my bag, it's in my pouch
Sandy pebbles in my shoe, ouch
I sit and find golden grains in my couch
From my pockets pieces of seashore askew
Sandy pebbles in my shoe, ouch
Bringing home the sunny beach too

Pieces of Seaside Ashore is written for theW3 prompt by Selma. She has asked us to write about summer.

Her guidelines: Summer is hot, sticky, noisy, melty—and perfect for a poem that keeps coming back around. This week let’s write a triolet: a playful eight-line poem built from repetition and rhyme.

Thank you, David, for your dedication to hosting every week. And thank you Selma for the inspiration for this week’s prompt!

To my readers, thank you for stopping by and spending time with my blog! 💖🙏🏽

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Poetry Self Awareness Topic Words of Wisdom

Dreams to Light

Girl looking to the sky and dreaming
Can I be a nurse? 
Cure people so they can live 
Feed the hungry ones 
Provide homes to all people 
From my dream I awaken 

~Little girls with dreams become women with vision-unknown~

Now that I'm older 
Recruit all the helping hands 
Volunteer, I am 
My vision is bright and clear
Fight the good fight, persevere

Dreams to Light is about little girls who have big dreams of their own. Some are realized and some are merely a dream. Growing up and coming of age, into adulthood, womanhood, the vision forms. It can be as simple as gathering like-minded people together. Maybe even starting to act on those long-lost dreams as a child.

We all have different experiences in life and different ideas about what the world should look like, how people should live. It all starts with imagination and transforms to something bigger, more meaningful. If only we dare to bring those dreams to light.

Dreams turn to visions, then into movements. I pose this question to women who had dreams as a child; how has your dream shaped your life today?

Thank you for reading! 🙏🏽💞

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Diversity Poetry Topic

Voluminous Crown

Curly, natural, versatile movement and shape, elastic
Irons; titanium, ceramic, tourmaline, ionic
Hair fused with heat to create a look, iconic

Voluminous Crown was written for the W3 weekly prompt. The challenge presented this week by Jaideep is outlined below:

Write one three-line poem that brings together a cultural tradition and modern technology. Your poem can be playful, thoughtful, imaginative, or personal. Each line may contain any number of syllables, so feel free to follow your own natural rhythm

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Is It That Time

Is it that time
Impending doom
The earth is combusting
About to be barren
-bare
No more breath can be heard
No more wildlife to roar
The world as we know it
-no more
Round, daylight orb, igniting
Making civilization extinct

Is It That Time, is written for the prompt by Sadje for WDYS. Thank you for the inspiration and the weekly prompts.

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Poetry Self Awareness Topic

Tending To The Psyche

The unconscious mind plays tricks and then laughs. Rectifying actions and words too. Making it feel natural and true. Realization comes late, hindsight now in the forefront. 

What have I done wrong?
Did I offend?
Make it right, think, amend

Offer a solution with consciousness. Being of sound mind, intention takes over. Correction now the focus. Foster humility. Ego is no longer welcome, cast out conceit. Psyche needs tending, bring forth modesty.

Tending To The Psyche is written for the W3 challenge. Sally has asked writers to think about the many things that lie beneath the surface. We can write about growth, change, discovery, hidden truths, difficult work, things that need tending, or anything else.

I chose to write about growth and discovery. The psyche is complex and when the revelation hits, it weighs heavily. It is like the lightbulb moment. The, “aha!” moment. Being self-aware is a segue to change, and gives power to consciousness and intentionality.

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Dancehall of Sorrows

That feeling you get 
Drowning in regret 
Lonely 
Isolated, yet 
Happy and content 
Only 
Seeing silhouette 
Of past me, I fret 
wholly

Dancehall of Sorrows was written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge by Melissa.

Is it possible to be happy and content and live with regret? This question is one that I was thinking about while writing the poem. If one has regrets, do they have to be down and out, and sad? The answer I came up with is no. A person can still live a full and happy life.

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Poetry Self Awareness Topic Words of Wisdom

Taking It Light

Taking It Light

Life is good, what can be better
Relaxing, no string or tether 
The sun giving me strength
The water spreading cool
Just enough to level out the heat
Peaceful thoughts to be had at no cost
Looking up at the sky, mind getting lost
The shine of rays 
Penetrating through the leaves
Captivating movement with every breeze
Sparks of new ideas and motivation
Encapsulating every wish and dream of mine
Innermost thoughts rushing in quickly
Reminding me to just enjoy life 
and 
Take it light

Taking It Light is written for the prompt by Sadje for WDYS. The inspiration was drawn from the image below provided for this week’s prompt.

Thank you for reading! 🙏🏽

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Diversity Poetry Topic

Isle Of Enchantment; Summer Trip

Isle of Enchantment is written about my first visit to Puerto Rico. 

2013 was the year, in the month of July, my oh my
One of the hottest months to travel, by and by
A scorcher, nonetheless, I had a blast
Finally made it to my father’s place of birth, at last

In the summer we can be lively or carefree and idly
The humidity can hit you like a wet rag in the face
Enchanted Island of Puerto Rico is the place
Clothes clinging to the skin, feeling sticky and intense
 
Deplaning in San Juan the weather warm, humid and sunny
Cute, Burgundy, patent leather bag, or patent pleather  
Is no match for the tropical, summer and blistering weather
A better choice would have been canvas, jute, or linen  
 
Cruising through breezy Loiza and the beach, Isla Verde
Next day in Old San Juan taking in a refreshing piragua
Sitting and taking in the scene like a movie premiere
People coming and going enjoying carefree tropical living

Street vendors amass with food to seduce the palette
Fried codfish, aka Bacalaitos
Alcapurria, deep fried fritter with meat
And Empanadas filled with beef

Drinks that I never had before were enticing
Mavi for one, made from tree bark
Coquito, made with rum, condensed, coconut milk and spices
Coco Rico, a coconut flavored soda

Alluring me with its sound, the native frog, a Coqui
Serenading me at night, while calling out during the day
Music soothing the ears, the body and soul
People friendly making me feel right at home

Beautiful pastel-colored structures
At every turn, beaming with pride
Colors, sounds, people, food
The heartbeat of Puerto Rico

El Morro is the next adventure, such colossal grounds
History is tapping my shoulder as I explore
Too much ground to cover, the fort is too big
Have to plan this visit in more than one gig

Off to dance the night away at an outdoor restaurant
The wind current keeps us semi-cool
No matter, the music gets the feet and body moving
In rhythm, I dance till the music stops

Cascading friendliness and genuine warmth
Something that will remain in memory
The summer of 2013 is kept in rich treasury
Of my mind, now comes time to go forth

Heading back home with such vivid scenery
Surreal trip that will last like well-oiled machinery
The pictures, a keepsake for nostalgic moments
Summer of 2013

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Info Poetry Self Awareness Topic

Poem-Crimson Bricks Tumbling Down is on Spillwords

New poem-Crimson Bricks Tumbling Down is now on Spillwords

Crimson Bricks Tumbling Down, was written and based on the theme of the weight we carry. The prompt instructions are to describe the physical or emotional shape of a heavy feeling you know well. Give it form, texture, temperature, weight, and color. Let the reader feel it with you. 

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Panhandling Days in the Rearview

Panhandling Days in the Rearview

Driving by this corner
My eyes tear up like morning dew
I used to live here
Harsh nights, cold mornings
Even while I had no place to call home
Love and kindness resided in my heart
Now that an abode has found me
Sometimes the echoes of the street
Ring in my ears during the nightfall
Scrounging and scraping for loose change
Fallen from past days, reduced to panhandling
Now that an abode has saved me
I still cherish pieces of me from those fallen days

Thank you for stopping by to read! 🙏🏽🤍Panhandling Days in the Rearview is written for the prompt by Sadje.

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Trendy; but Tricky

Palazzo pants
palazzo pants, cute
wind blew, from bus to curb, butt
flopped on the concrete

Trendy; but Tricky is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge hosted by Melissa. She invites us to have fun and experiment with haiku.

The poem I wrote is based on a true story. Back in the day, in the 90s I had on Palazzo pants. It was a cute two-piece set. So, I thought I was cute until… getting off the bus, the wind blew my pants and tripped me. I fell right on the curb where my butt met the concrete. It hit me that I fell in front of all the passengers on the bus and people in the establishment at the stop.

Just imagine, strutting your strut then the embarrassment brings you back to reality. At least the bus driver asked me if I was okay. I saw him fighting back his laugh as he drove off. A funny memory indeed. Trendy but tricky, beware. 😁

As always, thank you for visiting! 💖🙏🏽

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Fading Capacity of the Mind

Fading Capacity of the Mind



Walk in the den 
I need my book 
Now, in the room  
I ask... 
What brought me here? 
Train of thought gone 
Bam!
Just that fast, I forgot

For this week’s W3 challenge, writers are invited to capture a dramatic moment in just a handful of lines — a storm breaking, a glass shattering, a door slamming, a sudden realization, or any instant where something changes sharply or unexpectedly.

I chose to write about the realization that my mind is not what it used to be. Just that quick, I forgot why I was going in the other room and what I needed. The aging mind has jokes; it likes to play tricks. Enjoy it while you can! If this sounds like you, just know you are not alone😃

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Oh, Those Genes of Mine

losing weight, a chore 
watching my figure, ho hum 
my jeans are fitting 
wow, smiling, happy to see  
gotta love those genes of mine

Oh, Those Genes of Mine is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. Colleen asks us to have fun with homophones. I chose jeans and genes for my poem.

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Image credit: Michael Oyebade on Pexels

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Poetry Self Awareness Topic

Figment: or My Imagination

Figment; or My Imagination

Figment; or My Imagination is a poem about a parent who is grieving the loss of a child. The child comes to them in a dream, but it seems so real. After the dream is over, the parent is wondering if the child really appeared? 



Dear child where have you gone
Dear child it's been way too long
Missing you, morning, noon, night
Longing for the return of your light

Light in your contagious smile
Light in your warm touch
Light in your healing words
Light in your steady gaze

Keep your eyes shut, fear not
My smile- contagious still bright
My touch- warm is just right
My words- healing ever so light
My gaze- steady no longer tight

Dear child have I conjured fantasy
Is my imagination out on a tangency
Eyes now open still in a dream
Mind deceives me to the extreme

Mine to have, a dream is a dream
Flowing through my bloodstream
For me to keep for a lifetime
The aura of you is so sublime

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Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Connection; or Needs

A Garland Cinquain

Connect 
a human need 
can you give me a call 
we can talk shop, laugh, reminisce 
Connect 

Lunch date 
can we break bread 
let's grab some food, Cocktails  
top it with a cute umbrella 
Connect
 
Now that 
we are happy 
our being full of glee 
doesn't it feel good to get out 
Connect 

Life is 
a masquerade 
an excursion of sorts 
so full of possibilities 
Fickle 

We can 
complain and moan 
lock it in a chokehold
or show life what we came to do 
Flourish 
 
Connect 
can we break bread 
our being full of glee 
so full of possibilities 
Flourish

Connection; or Needs is a garland cinquain poem, written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. Robbie is the host for this week, and she has asked us to write a story:

This week I am asking you to write a story poem that includes a beginning, middle and ending. Your poem should have a minimum of three stanzas but can have more if you prefer.

The story poem that I wrote is about the basic need of human connection. Just a simple telephone call or lunch get-together can be enough to fill that need. My first attempt at writing this style of poetry; apologies if it is not correct. I enjoyed experimenting and writing it, nonetheless.

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