A Tanka
Why such a hurry
People move in a scurry
No time for hello
Passersby in a flurry
Sitting I watch and worry
Such a Hurry is written in response to Sadje’s prompt.
Image credit: Антон Воробьев @ Unsplash
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The door to the bodega
Opens with lyrics
🎶🎶 Aguanilè
Aguanilè, mai mai
Feeling like you stepped right onto an island
The groove moving up your spine
Bop your head move your feet
Lips turning upward forming a smile
Let me get a Ham with American cheese
And a buttered roll on a Kaiser bun
A grape strawberry Mistic, a quarter water too
🎶🎶 Aguanilé
Aguanilé, mai mai
Waiting for your meat to be cut
The lyrics fill the air
You start to dance, salsa or two step
You get to the front to pay
Bum at the counter beggin’, “let me get two loosies man!”
In a hurry to get back, you get mad
Then you hear
🎶🎶Aguanilé
Aguanilé, mai mai
Forgetting the unfolding drama
You move your feet, your hips, your butt
While waiting you go to the lottery case
Slipping a piece of paper to the cashier, play these pick 3 numbers
Oh and a pack of watermelon, grape and apple Now and Laters
🎶🎶Aguanilé
Aguanilé, mai mai
The door to the bodega
Closes behind you
Ears flooded with police sirens
Horns blowing
Arguments and expletives
Feeling like you stepped back into a war
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beautiful to see
love, warmth, kindness, protection
only moms possess
keeping offspring safe, happy
indeed, the eyes tell it all
Near and Dear to My Heart is in response to Sadje’s prompt.
Image credit: Leandra Rieger on Unsplash
Theoretically speaking, you wonder if
Happenstance has come to the forefront
Eliciting answers about this thing
Offering no more cues than when it began
Responding with conjecture, whispering, gossip
Entertaining the masses with your theory
Trying not to let others around you
In on the fact that you want to know
Curiosity killed the cat
And still, you don't stop
Letting your mind drift about the situation
Learning that this is someone else's reality
Yearning for truth about today's morbid curiosity
Theoretically Speaking of Morbid Curiosity is written in response to the word prompt by Sammi Cox.
Image by Alexandra_Koch from Pixabay
In the salon chair
Close your eyes let your cares fly
Fly far away and down the drain
Tears chasing thoughts
Thoughts undealt with for years
So relaxed in the salon chair
Not caring who hears
Hears you release pain, regret, disappointment,
Hurt, dreams unfulfilled
Like water, let it flow freely down your cheek
After all who will notice
In the salon chair, scalp being massaged
Forgetting where you are you begin confessional
Spilling details most dear to your heart
In hopes that those hands can relate
The hands of the person in your proximity
Letting you be free with your truths
She or he listens with understanding
Empathy, caring and non-judgement
They know this is your time
Time to let your hair down
Relax, talk, cry, listen
In the salon chair
Where best kept secrets are kept
Never revealing the tears that wept
The smiles, the laughs, the shared tea
Moments at the salon that involve three
The chair the stylist and me
No other entity compares
In the salon chair
Like therapy in many ways
Going in one way and leaving another
Altered both emotionally and physically
Hair looking fresh to death
Feeling and looking your best
You smile and your strut beams confidence
Suddenly you remember to keep your head up
Image by Michelle Raponi from Pixabay
In the shadow darkness hides, use your hearing to find your way
In the shadow what you hear is the true beat of your heart
In the shadow, heartbeats echo so rhythmically like you can reach out and touch
In the shadow, feeling the tactile beating heart, gratitude wells up in your throat
In the shadow, gratitude leads to the road of happiness
In the shadow of that happiness the face of envy is rising
In the shadow, envy is obliterated with humility, stay kind
The Green-Eyed Monster Hiding in the Dark is written in response to the W3 Weekly prompt.
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Bunions roam free by the sea
A place untapped for this sort of thing
A place where the Bunion can be itself
It can come out in public without judgement
For the Bunion is not afraid
By the sea, no cover up is needed
Just pure, unadulterated glory and freedom
Oh by the sea, let the Bunions breathe
This writing is in response to the prompt by Sadje.
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Adventure Awaits
How exciting, the feeling
Jump in the water
No way, someone will see us
Life is short, why not dive in
Hidden Adventure, a tanka, is written in response to the picture prompt by Sadje.
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Renewal of Hope
A difficult task at times
Times of natural disaster
Floods, fire, tornadoes
Hope is tested
Even unthinkable
Suddenly you realize
Tomorrow is here
The dawn of a new day
The sun kissing your face
Laughter, smiles and hope returning
Knowing you have survived, hope renews
Image credit: Pexels from Pixabay
Awakening of Rejuvenation is written in response to the prompt by Sarah David.
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A Tanka
Cramped, I feel standing
In the subway car freezing
Can’t reach my pocket
Nose running; I need Kleenex
On lapel mucous escaped
Hope you enjoy Tissue: So Close but Out of Reach. Written in response to David’s W3 Prompt #141, Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt.
For anyone who has ever been on the subway and knows how tightly packed and crowded it is will understand. You can hardly move, nonetheless, reach into your pocket at the moment you need to the most. 😄
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Is it hard to wonder
why people shy away
weather like lightning and thunder
resembling romance and all its blunder
Being swept off your feet
Knowing love is there
Dreams to never give into defeat
To commit is something concrete
When you know it is so fun
Romance is beautiful and serene
Shining bright like the sun
Don't let overcast think it has won
Image by Shirley Mwanje from Pixabay
The Allure of Love was written in response to a word prompt by Sammi Cox. The challenge is to write a piece using the word commit in exactly 64 words.
Wraps you in warmth
Comfort takes over
Muscles relax as you settle in
Settle into the cover
Nose and ears are red
Hands stiff
Heat engulfs your body
Like a swaddle
Soothing the senses
Heat permeates the skin
Coming indoors from frigid temperatures
Aaahhh!
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Image by Homeo Grapher from Pixabay
When you look around, what is in your view?
Is the vicinity one of beauty or chaos
Depending on how your eyes see can determine
Your feelings about the surroundings
A state of bliss brings beauty
Misery is a state that brings out chaos
Tell me what your eyes see.
Your Seeing Eyes is written in response to a prompt by Sammi Cox. The challenge is to write an original piece using the word vicinity in exactly 50 words.
When you see your mate
Just the sight of them realizing your fate
Are you greeted with a warm embrace
Or indifference instead
You know, like a frown or look of dread
Just the simple things
You get home stressed from work
Walking in your mate is wearing a smile
A smile that lets you know that they miss you
They see you
They are glad you are home
They love you
Just the simple things
All that can be said without saying a single word
Its time for bed, your mate gives your hand a squeeze
Gives you a hug
Utters the words, good night Baby
Next up is the forehead kiss
Just the simple things
A forehead kiss...
Wait a minute
If you have not experienced a forehead kiss
When you do, you will understand
It’s one of the most endearing forms of affection
Just the simple things
Love who loves you back
Want who wants you back
If you are met with attitude
Take no gratitude in the latitude of someone else's wrath
The magnitude does not matter
Just the simple things
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Heartbeat of la cucaracha is a short, funny poem. Hope you get a laugh or at least a smile.
Heartbeat of la cucaracha
Heartbeat; do you hear it
bump bump, bump bump
Yes its always there
Aware of it you admit
It moves around in the dark
Hoping that no one will see
The way they embark
Roaming around feeding for free
Heartbeat ebbs nice and slow
In the dark, you will never know
Heartbeat speeds up
When the light is aglow
Scatter and a scurry
Oh no, they can see me
Running from the light they hurry
Bump bump, bump bump
Hiding in the corner
La cucaracha thinks he has won
Only to be crushed by a scorner
Bump, bump, b u m p, b u m p
Heartbeat silenced, peace has now begun
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