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 More poems for Promptly Poetry, stuffed into this book because I have reached my limit. |
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Prompt: (verb) to move to action Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads |
| Cupcakes and lemonade, A marching band, a big parade, A colorful banner that you made, That is not my birthday. Confetti and ribbons on the floor, Gifts and gushes of love galore, While I shout: “Give me more!” That is not my birthday, A quiet day, at home relaxing No “To Do” list, nothing taxing No one mentions the date that’s passing This is a day like any other and definitely not my birthday so don’t mention it on Facebook. Please! Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)"  Prompt Week 47 Image: a table with gifts set up for a party |
| The voice drones on in my ear. I am attentive, at first. The words are meaningful but grow ever more hypnotic. I become still, fearful to dislodge the airpod. My head, carefully positioned upon the pillow - that was perfectly shaped until I shifted it slightly, and now, refuses to conform. Then, once again I wake. The voice has gone and I squint at the clock It refuses to say five and displays a time starting with two. The wait for morning is agonizing. I thrash until my shoulders stop aching But my ribs tell me this bed is made of stone I think to start the lecture again alas, the battery is lifeless. I am left with only my own thoughts, the hum of the box fan, and hope in the clock. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Prompt/Week # 46 Write about the feelings you experience or things you notice while waiting for something. |
I know a young lass who wears the Spring, she sprays it from a bottle. Of lilacs, dewdrops and blooming things, it ought to smell a lottle. But somewhere in those aromas floral are sprinkled weird ingredients. Now, to imitate Spring should be immoral but in business, it’s expedience. So instead of using all scents natural, they think to make improvements. Yet, the resulting potion is, in factual, a concoction of pollutants I know she thinks she’s wearing Spring, and smells just like a rose. Alas to me, it’s a chemical thing, that irritates my nose. Written for Promptly Poetry Week 45 "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Prompt/Week # 45 Select one of the five senses, then write a poem about it. sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch |
Because I once have seen a wave its tide engrave when at its full a push and pull Because I once have dipped my toes into its flow the ocean’s roll renewed my soul Because of this, I can still feel sea’s kiss so real though far away from salty spray Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Week 44 Prompt - Minute Poetry The Minute Poem is a rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into three stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff \ \ I misread the directions at first and wrote 12 lines of 8 syllables in iambic meter I am not throwing that poem away but appending it here. I had to chop it up to fit the prompt, but this is how it began: Because I once have seen a wave Upon the sand its tide engrave Heaving, foaming when at its full The chaos in the push and pull Because I once have dipped my toes Into the icy ebb and flow Held my breath ‘neath the ocean’s roll shocked my senses, renewed my soul Because of this, I can still feel Sea’s kiss upon my skin, so real Though far from shores and salty spray I oft’ relive those sunny days |
| You never see a stormy sky though you reside in the clouds, no noises from the busy burg rise high enough to disturb you, no birds nesting in the nooks wake you with their trilling, no voice from your past can haunt you. An ivory tower impenetrable helps you escape it, there is only music if you make it, but you don’t sing anymore do you? Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Week 43 - Prompt - image of a white castle with spires and towers reaching to the clouds |
| This man-made wind cools but is lacking in style. It’s an unrelenting roar unaccompanied by rustling leaves. It never swirls around flirtatiously before rushing up to meet you and caress your cheek. It plays no concert in the trees but drowns out the music of the night with its boorish droning. It simply but steadily blows - humming at a decibel sufficient to lure the mind away from distractions, moving enough air to allow sleep but still, I am no fan. Promptly Poetry Week 42 Prompt -Listen. What’s the most prominent sound you hear? Write about it. |
| When the dark waters of the sky quench the fire of the day, birds sleep in secret places lamps are extinguished and I lay my head down in expectation of silent escape. In the cradle of my pillow the thrum of my pulse echoes in my ear. The fan hums and drums a big band? no, a symphony the music insistent it ricochets from wall to wall. Roll over and it stops but there’s a vibration to the night the earth emits a low growl menacing a response to the retreating light. Dreams create from this other worlds into which I am thrown. Voices arise from sparking synapses. There is chaos in this imperfect silence and I am glad to wake to the choking cough of the coffee pot. Written for Promptly Poetry "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Week 41 Prompt Write a poem about silence. Explore its different aspects (eerie, peaceful, anxiety-provoking, etc.). |
| Wake your dreams,trust me, they will not break. Break that drowsy spell, see the sun wake. Shine a new light upon your life’s design. Design each moment to brightly shine. Goodbye to wishful dreams, it’s time to fly. Fly to your destiny, wave fears goodbye. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" PROMPT - week 40 Mirror Sestet The Mirror Sestet, created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a poem that can be written in one or more stanzas of 6 lines each. The specific guidelines for this form are as follows: The first word of line 1 rhymes with the last word of line 1. The first word of line 2 is the last word of line 1 and the last word of line 2 is the 1st word of line 1. The first word of line 3 rhymes with the last word of line 3. The first word of line 4 is the last word of line 3 and the last word of line 4 is the 1st word of line 3. The first word of line 5 rhymes with the last word of line 5. The first word of line 6 is the last word of line 5 and the last word of line 6 is the 1st word of line 5. |
| Mother, may I go out and play? the sun is shining bright today. The lilacs have burst forth on the trees, “it’s May, it’s May” buzz the busy bees. Leaves, not buds, cover every bough, April’s tomfoolery is over now. Nary a cloud mars a clear blue sky, only the fledgings learning to fly. It’s time for me to leave the nest, I want to soar like all the rest. The sun is shining bright today, oh Mother, may I go out and play? Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Week 39 Prompt - an image of things relating to May, including a May calendar |
Such tiny hands and tiny feet a tiny thumb in your mouth so sweet With just a turn of your secret key you squirmed in my arms like a real baby I remember Thumbelina, showing you to Grammy how amazed she was to see you move. “Nothing like that in my day” she might have said. I don’t remember exactly. I was five and all I have is the memory of you in her arms, one photo of you and me on that Christmas morning, and the name of the dog that chewed you up and killed you. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Prompt/Week # 38 Write a poem about your favorite childhood toy. |
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