some faces

Written for:  The Twiglets #51 – “face to face”

loss of face
to face conversation

Your face is familiar
to my face,
but I cannot remember
your name.

lively face-to-face debates
can turn ugly.

face to face,
shake hands
then turn backs.
Walk the paces needed
for a duel.

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Foundation

Written for:  Poetic Asides November 2017 Chapbook Challenge – Day 21
Two-for-Tuesday:  Write a construction and/or deconstruction poem.

A solid foundation is vital
for a building to endure .
Quality should never be stifled.

If materials are recycled,
integrity must be assured.
A solid foundation is vital.

When you hold a title,
your clients must feel secure.
Quality should never be stifled.

Corners cut will push buyers to rivals.
Be confident when conducting a tour.
A solid foundation is vital.

Remember that you will be liable
if workmanship is poor.
Quality should never be stifled.

Well-constructed buildings withstand trials
of raging storms, lightning strikes, and more.
A solid foundation is vital.
Quality should not be stifled.

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Claus Travel

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #326

Words:  monkeys, moon, sword, chop, relish, sting, kiss, strap, fly, merge, shimmy, crime

Thought we heard police choppers,
and strange monkey noises, too.
Realized it was Santa’s sleigh,
and reindeer bells flying past moon.

A gift sack strapped securely,
a chill wind that stung,
merge of hoofs and ho-ho-ho’s
in that night sky rung.

A shimmy down the chimney,
not criminals, but Santa Claus
who relished sugar cookies,
and a kiss from Mrs. Claus.

When Santa and his reindeer
left for their next stop,
that red sleigh took to the air,
and like a sword of flame it shot.

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Rock’s POV

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #45 – Rock  (posted by Mish)
Use it as a verb. Rock us gently or rock our world. Use it as a noun. Is it a polished precious stone, a beach treasure or a jagged rocky cliff? Is someone your rock? You may want to write from the perspective of a rock. If it had a voice, what stories would it tell us? Other derivatives of the word include rocky, rockless, rocklike, unrocked.

We resent the desperate
being labeled,
‘rock bottom.’

We dwell on cliffs,
drift with the sea,
shine on cement and sand.

Speckled, spotted, striped–
we are individuals. You sit
on us, throw us, collect us

in glass jars. Remember us;
we will outlive you.

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True Friendships

Written for:  Poetics Aside November 2017 Chapbook Challenge – Day 20
Write a what I learned poem.

A truth that is learned in older age
regarding friends steadfast for years,
if learned in youth, would make you sage.

The time you spend at work with peers
is when the seeds of friendship are sown.
That’s why your eyes will pool with tears

when meeting someone you knew long ago,
whose life, like yours, took a different path.
So easy to relight that tarnished glow,

to realize acquaintances are not the same.
A history with a friend builds over time
when nurtured like a fireplace flame.

This is a lesson you will find;
seek out an old friend, mend frayed ties.

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red leaves

Written for Haiku Horizons – “swing”

Sitting on a swing
idly dreaming in Autumn
scuffing red leaves

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Love Of A Few

Written for:  Poetics Aside November 2017 Chapbook Challenge – Day 19
Write an abundant poem.

Love of a few good friends
helps to make amends
for hearts
who have suffered rends,
cannot comprehend
new start.
Know you can depend
on those friends to do
their part.

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no answers

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1304 – The Seventh Gate (Khayyam)

floweroflife3

The Ancient Idea Of The Universe, The Flower Of Life

“Let me give you the verse for today … it’s again a nice one, but the choice of words sounds magical and mysterious in my opinion.”

Up from Earth’s Centre through the seventh Gate
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
And many Knots unravel’d by the Road;
But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate.

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

“At the time of Omar Khayyam, the Earth was generally believed to be at the centre of the universe, and surrounded by seven spheres associated with the then known seven planets. In order of distance from the Earth, the spheres were those of: (1) The Moon, (2) Mercury, (3) Venus, (4) the Sun, (5) Mars, (6) Jupiter, (7) Saturn. The sense of this verse is that the Poet ascended to the outermost sphere of the universe so that he could view the whole “from the outside”, and though this journey made many things clear to him, he could still not see the answer to the riddle of human Death and Fate.”

at sunrise
birds praising their Creator
without questions

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

science answers
universal questions–
nothing about the heart

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Empty Gestures

Written for:  Poetic Asides November 2017 Chapbook Challenge – Day 18
Write a good for nothing poem.  The poem doesn’t have to be good for nothing, though it’s fine if it is. But maybe it’s about a good for nothing so-and-so, or a good for nothing situation. Or maybe the narrator of your poem has a dark outlook on the world in general.

Grand gestures
Of love are not love. Declarations
On depth of your love for her to others,
Does not mean a thing if she does not see or

Feel this undying, unselfish endearment.
Old hurts do not dissolve in ticking of time,
Rather stay in back of brain, bothersome voice

Nagging and nagging at her ragged heart. She is
Outgrowing your needs, noticing
That she is a person with needs as well.
Hell, she never has put herself first.
It is time to end that relationship that
Nibbles, gnaws away at her flesh–bit by bit. She says,
Go find yourself another sponge.

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seed

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1303 Seed of Wisdom

“With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;
And this was all the Harvest that I reap’d–
“I came like Water, and like Wind I go.”

 

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

sunflowers bloom
seed of wisdom spread out
a new day rises

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

After reaping,
my mind filled up with knowledge,
I bowed as a willow

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