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Theoretically Speaking of Morbid Curiosity

Theoretically Speaking of Morbid Curiosity

What’s going on…
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

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Poetry Self Awareness Topic Words of Wisdom

The Salon Chair

The salon chair

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

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The Green-Eyed Monster Hiding in the Dark

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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Where Bunions Go To Be Free

Where Bunions Go To Be Free

Let the Bunions Breathe
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.

Thank you for reading! 💞 Hope I can help you have a laugh today 😁

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Hidden Adventure

Hidden Adventure

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.

Thank you for reading!

Image credit: Pavlo T at Unsplash

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Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Awakening of Rejuvenation

Awakening of Rejuvenation

New Day
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.

As always, thank you for reading! 🌻💖🙏

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Tissue; So Close but Out of Reach

Tissue; So Close but Out of Reach

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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The Allure of Love

Rose-symbol of love
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.

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Oasis of Heat

Oasis of Heat

Warm and cozy
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!


Thank you for reading! 🙏❤

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Your Seeing Eyes

Your Seeing Eyes

Your Seeing Eyes

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.

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Things; Simple

Things; Simple

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

Heartbeat of la cucaracha is a short, funny poem. Hope you get a laugh or at least a smile.

Oh no, they can see me!

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
I Done Told You!

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Nestling Journeys

Journey Awaits
Journeys begin in my head
Far away destinations 
Some real some imagined instead
I pack my luggage no hesitation

I'm only going for 3 days
I need six pairs of shoes, 5 dresses
Shades and swimwear for the bays 
No need to worry about my tresses

Sleepwear and slippers a must
What about my gym clothes
Oh yeah, pack those too
Glad my hair is braided, no need to fuss

Next journey will be lighter
No need for so many cases
Serene waters so much brighter
Sunglasses will help cover my bases  

What's all the ruckus
I want to go where I don't need a car
Just hop on my bike and go
Cycle the scenic route 'til my heart is full


Nestling Journeys is written in response to Sadje's prompt. 

Thank you for reading! 🙌🌼

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Poem- Until That Day

Until That Day

The inspiration for this poem is my dear father, may he rest in peace.

Emptiness is creeping in
Knowing that missing piece is no longer there
Gone
Never to return

Until that day
Waiting to see
Waiting, waiting, just waiting

Time is passing
How can I fill the void
The void of the man who made me
Until that day
Still, I wait

When you look at me, what you don’t see
The depth
My soul
Aching
Begging for a glimpse of half of me

Nostalgic father

I am nostalgic

Until that day

The other half of me, where does it come from?
My slanted, crooked smile, my complexion
The Boricua in me, ¿dónde está Papi?
In heaven is where you be

Until that day, I wait

My mom instilled in me
Black, resilience, humility
Black, resilience, humility
She is the half of me
Empty inside? How can this be?

Nostalgic father

I am nostalgic

Two people came together as one
To create me
She is her and he is him
She is here and he is there

Forever encapsulated in my heart you will remain
Thoughts of you never bring feelings of disdain
Although my heart is heavy
Until that day, until that day
That we reunite
The anticipation, anticipation brings me pure delight

Until that day

Nostalgic father

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Until That Day- Spoken Word

Sharing a personal experience of speaking in front of a crowd. I challenged myself to perform an original poem about my father. Although, I was not one of the finalists for the talent show. it was a great experience. I learned that you could do anything you put your mind to. Even when you do not take home the prize it is still rewarding just for trying.

Hope you enjoy and thank you for watching.