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Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Life and Wisdom-Tanaga

loneliness is an ulcer
inside, hidden, like sulfur
ravenous like a vulture
love sparks the heart, a pulser

Loneliness is something that people feel but no one can tell from the outside. A feeling that only that individual knows. Love, on the other hand is the cure. Love can be a small gesture of kindness, like simply smiling at a person. Giving them a compliment. Saying hello. Love can be talking to someone just for a few minutes longer than you normally would. Giving that extra time and/or attention. It does not have to be a grand gesture. These small and simple gestures carry such a significant meaning and have a positive impact on others and us.

The tanaga is written for the W3 prompt. Congratulations Michelle and thank you David.

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When The Mind Skips

Forgetting is that thing we do  
It comes to mind then dries up 
Like the sun does to morning dew 
Just as quickly as it came, it fades too 

Forgetting is that thing you do 
Someone asks you to stop by the store 
You agree, it is on the way 
Two blocks past the store, oops  

Forgetting is that thing I do 
Where is my ginkgo and ginseng 
I know it's here somewhere 
Oh, this aging is starting to sting 

Forgetting is that thing we do
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Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Read Me to Oblivion

Stacked books to read
Read me to oblivion
Take me to a place
Fabricated by my mind
Intricate and curious

So many pages, so many books
Splashing my imagination
Like a bare canvas in waiting
Ideology combined with the mind

Where should I go next?
Mystery or romance
Fuse them together
It's the same dance

What is romance without mystery?
Past behaviors and repeated history
Teach us a thing or two about love
Cling to the strings of the heart

In these books we find so much art

Read Me to Oblivion was written for the WDYS prompt by Sadje.

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Art, Poetry, Writing and Music-Erasure Poem

The poem below, Art, Poetry, Writing and Music-Erasure Poem was crafted from a Trenta-Sei poem that I wrote in April. The original poem is also featured at the end of the post. It was written to commemorate the art of poetry existing for 30 years.

Erasure poetry is a fun form. You can either create something totally different from the original or focus in for more detail on the original text. My attempt for the erasure version was to highlight the most descriptive words for a more detailed version. Essentially, eliminating the extra words in the lengthy, Trenta-Sei.

Erasure Poem-Art, Poetry, Writing and Music

Artistry comes 
creating motion 
that transforms rhymes 
poetry 
riding words 
feeling inspiration 
ideas abound
page aglow 
in strokes 
haphazard, circular and abstract
Writing 
on a wild ride 
awing the reader 
delight, vivid, succinct 
rhymes arousing the senses 
crisp and clear 
music 
an art form 
infused with deep revelations

Original Poem-30 Years Turns the Art of Poetry

Artistry comes in many forms 
Creating ways to move 
Motion in strokes not the norm 
Writing that transforms and grooves 
Rhymes skillfully arousing the senses 
Poetry and prose in many tenses 
 
Creating ways to move 
Your mind drifts afar 
Riding words feeling the groove 
Inspiration shining like a star 
Don't stop, ideas abound, keep up the flow 
Intricate words flood the brain, page aglow 
 
Motion in strokes not the norm 
Acrylic, watercolor or oil 
Brushstrokes haphazard forming a storm 
Circular and abstract like a coil 
Collage of fabric in Pink, Yellow, Green 
Blending media, asking what it means 
 
Writing that transforms and grooves 
Taking you on a wild ride 
Explain the meaning a pen behooves 
Awing the reader, mouth open wide 
Scanning the page, delight and disbelief 
Vivid, exact, succinct and very brief 
 
Rhymes skillfully arousing the senses 
Cadence so crisp and clear 
No more dis songs, time to mend fences 
Harmony is music to my ears 
An art form transcending generations 
Lyrics infused with deep revelations

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Diversity Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Disentangle or Liberate is now on Spillwords

Hello, to my WordPress family and friends.

Disentangle or Liberate is now published on Spillwords! The poem was written for the July prompt at Spillwords.com. This month the theme is breaking the chain. I have included an excerpt below.

I wrote about how to break free from old ways of thinking. It allows for progress and change. Enjoy!

The chain is linked since
Many generations ago
But wait, we can break it
A process hard to conceive

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Thank you to my WordPress readers for your support and spending time with my blog💖

Thank you to the editors at Spillwords for accepting and publishing my poetry. 💖

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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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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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Poetry Self Awareness Topic

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.

Thank you for stopping by! 💛🙏🏽

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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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In the Running for Publication of the Month

In the Running for Publication of the Month

On May 10, I shared that my debut poem, If Only I Could, was published on Spillwords. I am grateful to the editors at Spillwords for accepting and publishing my submission. Also, thank you to my readers on WP.

Today, I am more than excited to announce that my poem is among those being nominated for publication of the month! The writer with the most votes will be selected for this honor. The winner will have their work featured for the whole month of June on the Spillwords platform.

Votes are open until Thursday; June 4th and I am writing to ask for your vote.  The winner will be announced shortly after voting closes. You can cast your vote here, if you choose and/or check out publications from the other nominees.

From Spillwords: Please note that voting will conclude on 6/4; soon after, we will reveal the well-deserved recipient of this prestigious title. To vote, kindly register and/or log in to ensure your voice is heard.

I appreciate each and every one of you for stopping by to read, comment and like my posts.  It is such a blessing to be a part of the WP community. Discovering and learning from so many seasoned and talented writers is rewarding. 

As always, thank you for stopping by! 🙏💞

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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😃

Thank you for stopping by to read💕🙏🏽

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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.

Thank you for stopping by! 🙏🏽💞

Image credit: Michael Oyebade on Pexels

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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.

Thank you for stopping by and spending time on my blog! 🙏🏽💖

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Carved Corner

I can be at home 
Just being all alone 
Or feeding my brain 
Breaking the mundane 
 
Books piled from floor to ceiling 
I’m in heaven, oh what a feeling 
Abundance of choices, can I pick a genre 
Something exciting like maybe a crime drama 
 
No, crime fiction I meant 
Getting the juices flowing 
Carve me a corner 
By the window, much warmer 
 
Sun shining onto the pages 
Aiding through those dull stages 
Parts of the story already told 
Scenes we can skip over 
 
Carved corner all my own 
Selfishly unwilling to share 
Bound stories from cover to cover 
Curiosity I wish to discovery

Carved Corner is written for the WDYS prompt by Sadje.

Thank you for spending time with my poem! 💞🙏🏽

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