Scanty snippets on/of poetry |
A poet has to manifest herself in a safe environment. This is such a place for my early baby steps. The wonders of the world and my inner thoughts mingle. They become one. It’s a journey of the soul, a spark of the mind, and a bit of spit. For more "Poet @ Work 2" [18+], "In honest simple verse" [E] On the other hand: it might be a brooding place for challenges and poetry contests, some of which required ONE STAR RATING. (In case somebody wonders about the gracing this blog) A large group of writers participated in this challenge that required to rate as low as possible. So, it doesn't mean this blog is a bad blog or that they reviewed mean, it was required and this is the consequence. Alas!
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"~ The Poet's Place Cafe~" [E] Tonight it is on: Biden and Trump Note ▼ |
The Big Bang Theory revisited An orange pumpkin from outer space Her alchemy working through the maze She drank stiff fluids and spelled “Sunshine, moonlight” and yelled “I knew it, I’m a druid touched base!” LC:5 WC:30/31 Note ▼ |
"EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" [13+] Nature’s barrage A river flows Some cows are mooing The wind blows from the west Rest Water seeps Through cracks, it’s creeping Icefall rumbles to the east Join the feast! Note ▼ |
Covid-19 Terrifying Virus In the Whitehouse Spreading through stock markets Ramifications News Breaking opinion Seeping through today Trump and wife quarantined Timeline Earth Future’s make-up Global warning importance Social distancing and masks! Order Pandemic Symptomatic doom Globally threatening everything Fear, angst, and deaths Negativity Note ▼ |
"~ The Poet's Place Cafe~" [E] Blog Inspiring opinion Where it happens Words as a weapon Now Note ▼ |
In passing Saw you in that crowd Oh! Lightning bolt, your face lit Alone for seconds We split in separate halves On our ruptured ways to where? Note ▼ Second Place Round 78 Oriental Poetry Contest
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A dancer, jingling as he moves (watching, you think of cultural identity) Ropes begin to move, slowly over the stage Bells shaped into bullets Foreboding words: the ending of the world An intense relentless crescendo of violin, saxophone The stage blackens Floating ethereal beings acutely aware of the descent into chaos I am transfixed, already sobbing "The Not-So-Daily Poem" Prompt 9/6 Redaction Poetry (article) |
Breathing in and slowly out; at ease Quiet and peaceful in these chords of tranquillity Waterfall; rushing leaves Stormy weather, sun is rising Breaking dawn, door adjourned Silence! "The Not-So-Daily Poem" 9/5 piano music, Eluvium, 5 minutes |
jump, turn, travel, gesture and still five actions of dance, trans-ition dancing on Cloud Nine i ‘m fine till I drop down pump up the volume! "The Not-So-Daily Poem" 9/3 PROMPT: DANCING IN AN UNUSUAL PLACE - can be literal, metaphoric, surreal, whatever you want. |
You sit around getting older All the years and no one heard Been there, done that, messed around Tick, tick, tick, tick on the watch And life’s too short for me to stop "The Not-So-Daily Poem" 9/2 PROMPT: Create a Cento poem using The Cure's LOVECATS, La Roux's BULLETPROOF, and Bruce Springsteen's DANCING IN THE DARK You must use at least two, but I gave you three, so you'd have plenty of lines to choose from. Lovecats Bulletproof Dancing in the dark |
9/1 PROMPT Pick any line from David Bowie's LET'S DANCE and use it as inspiration for your poem. Make sure you indicate which lyric(s) you chose at the end of your poem Swirling through Life’s roller coaster Every day a challenge, a point of view Meeting you is meeting me In that empty space we pause Prompt: Sway through the crowd to an empty space
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In love three months; you couldn’t perform! After thirteen I called it quits and left.
Tapa: two lines, unrhymed, 9-11 syllables per line; woman’s voice, short snake bite |
WdC’s writers' group family, kindred minds daily reads, fun and feed twenty years binds the troupe
Prompt: Kindred |
Lots of cachet in wearing high heels Hiding the fag in the corner of her mouth Feels like cheating.
Prompt: cachet |
That vase: burgeon Flourishing flowers, bud upright, wide open Waterfall of colors wonderment.
Prompt: Burgeon |
Tricked Am Pissed off, fuming Writhe in anger Have been deceived in loss of money causing headache and scorn.
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T’s niggle or naught that brought about wrong leg in the morn It nagged me all-day Call it bluff or scorn
prompt: Niggle |
April 30—getting there, a destination, an outcome [The end is near] The end is near Music is over Muse is where? There… FIN!
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