Power

Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe - Tuesday Writing Prompt
(posted by Devereaux and Beth)

"Use the phrase "in your hands" in a piece of prose or poetry."

Remember to vote, he said.
The future of this nation
may rest in your hands.

So I thought of my hands–
Mom's rivers of veins,
chewed skin around nails,
and the silly bumps on two
fingers–and I felt sad
for the nation.

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“empty window box”

Written for:  The Twiglets #200 - "empty window box"


The red geraniums
felled by Winter
leave an empty box
on the windowsill.


The window box
was bare, and crooked,
partially pulled out.
Raccoons again.


looks at empty box
her imagination
fills it with pansies


                  She slowly filled out her ballot
                  as if painting it from a palette.
                   She did not know all names
               next to blank squares, felt shamed.
        Filled them with crayons, then ate some chocolate.

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Spirits of Halloween

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday
Happy Halloween!  (posted by Frank Tassone)

"Feeling the goosebumps of this spooky season? Channel your inner paranormal, and write your blend of prose poetry and haiku, with allusion to Halloween. If inspiration arises, you may even write a fictional prose to get in the mood!"


Ghosts, goblins, and witches abound this eve,
a misty, foggy night.  Slice of moon
the only light to guide you through
dark streets of cackles and moans
that you are sure you hear.
An outline in white
passes you by.
Earth opens
claws grab
you!

https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/26/haibun-monday-10-26-20-happy-halloween/

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Picnic Gone Awry

Written for:  Sunday Muse 131

What kind of ambience
is this for a picnic? I
cannot tell whether
it is day or night.  
Should have brought
my watches.

What good are your
watches?  They slip
and slide.  No one
is able to read them.

Stop quarreling.  If
I wanted a headache
I could have stayed
home with Diego.

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/


							
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Cereal Breakdowns

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Writers' Pantry #43:  Sunday Morning Cereal  (posted by Rommy)

"Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! It may be something in the weather (or just the crazy that is 2020) but I’ve been finding myself reaching more for comfort food.

I’m thrilled that this indulgence hasn’t affected my weight at all but paired with a good cartoon has helped lift my spirits when needed. I’ll be sure to have some handy when a new run of Animaniacs comes out next month. How do you like to indulge your inner kid?"


Never liked rainbow cereals,
they left the milk a putrid shade
of pink–only good in lemonade.

Shredded Wheat tasted like straw,
dry haystacks too soggy in milk.
Even frosted, they'd still wilt.

Raisin Bran Crunch is nice,
keeps crispy, makes you chew.
Cinnamon-pecan Special K will do.

Funny how our tastes do change.
Tony the Tiger, no longer on top,
nor is Snap, Crackle, and Pop.

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What If Horizons Were Rainbows

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #309 - Horizons

"It’s been an interesting year, to say the least. 2020 has been a beast I hope to not encounter again (but I’m not holding my breath). So we take the opportunity to look toward the horizon. We’re not sure what awaits us in the distance. But we may have an idea what we’d LIKE to be there.

So we ask you to write a “horizon” poem. It can be whatever you envision a horizon to be. The choice is surely yours."


Horizon is a far away word,
barely seen between sea and sky.
It is not tangible, cannot be heard.
Horizon is a far away word.
We can imagine a multi-colored bird,
and watch it rainbow out all lies.
Horizon is a far away word,
barely seen between sea and sky.

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A Singular Woman

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #479

Words:  deny, stretch, dry, triumph, wilt, endure, crack, trim, laugh, grand, singular, foil


Rebecca's grandmother
was a singular woman–
trim rather than heavy
like women who baked
and cooked in her
neighborhood.  She was
good at denying something
she'd done, without cracking
a smile.  If a grandchild's
plans were foiled, leaving
them to mope around
like a wilted flower,
Rebecca's grandmother
triumphed by employing
her dry sense of humor
to get them laughing.  Kids
came 'round to watch 
her stretch dough to near
transparency from end 
to end of an enormous
oval table.  Rebecca's
grandmother was a singular
woman, whose exploits
and tales endure to this day.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

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New Adventure

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub
Meeting The Bar:  Let Your Words Ring Out  (posted by Peter Franks)

"Write a poem with focus on sounds."


She steps over jagged jewels
fronting the sea.  Climbs
on clumsy feet, shaking
the sails of the boat
as she settles in.  Sun's
rays slant, striping
boat.  Breezes waft
through her short, wavy
hair.  How ecstatic
she is to try something
new at an age when risks
are rarely taken.

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Protection

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #42:  About Those Bones . . .
(posted by Magaly)


"Today’s prompt came to mind some weeks ago, when Magical Mystical Teacher posted the following haiku:

fingers framed by light
clutching an old rosary
carved of human bone

I’ve always found that MMT has a way with short poetry. She is so good at leaving the reader’s mind (all right, my reader’s mind) wondering about what took speaker and subject to the moment captured in the poem, and what might happen to them next. That sort of wondering is what brewed today’s prompt into being. We will have three choices (choose one, choose two, or choose all three):
1. Write poetry or prose which explores where the bones in the poem might’ve come from.
or
2. Write poetry or prose which shows why the subject is clutching a rosary made of human bone.
or
3. If one and two don’t entice your ink, write poetry or prose inspired by the poem."


grandmother's bones
she wear them for protection
on a rosary

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Places That Make Me Smile

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - InForm Poet
Bob and Wheel

"A short while back, Robert Lee Brewer introduced us to this simple but interestingly named form, Bob and Wheel. I thought we might explore it a bit deeper.
Here are the guidelines:"

Quintain (or five-line) stanza or poem
Rhyme scheme of ababa
First line of two to three syllables
Lines two through five have six syllables per line


In woods
I touched the bark of trees,
some smooth, some rough.  I stood
still breathing pine, longing
to remain there for good.

On sand
I watched the ocean waves
roll in, and as was planned
it tickled toes with spray.
Fun way to spend a day.

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Greyness Lifting

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: 
The Charms of Samuel Greenberg  (posted by Laura Bloomsbury)

"Searching for inspiration for this Poetics prompt, I first fell upon Rimbaud which led me to Hart Crane who surreptitiously resurrected an “impoverished, proto-surrealist poet, who never published a word in his life“.1 That was Samuel Greenberg (1893-1917), to whom Crane gave the epithet ‘the embryo Rimbaud’ and from whom he plagiarised/ lifted/ rewrapped a large number of lines and imagery from Greenberg’s writings.

“His favorite word for what he sought in poetry was “charm,” and this poem reads like a charm bracelet on which Greenberg has dangled some tantalising ‘duologues’. Here are some others from that poem:-

Dim Accuracy; Candle salve; Consumed moon;
Eyes jealousy; Fouls deviation; Grey life;
Hearts brow; Lucid farrows; Nulling marrows;
Painted mirth; Pale heat; Palmed rose;
Pearls from tissue; Pellucid quest; Royal flesh;
Skulls of saints; Slime pigments; Spiritual songs;
Solitudes wish; Times chant; Yellow dreams;

"Your challenge is to take FIVE (no more or less) from these 21 ‘charms’ and string them together in a poem with style and word length of your choosing."


A grayness in my life
consumed even the moon.
You happened by, and painted
my life with mirth, yellow
dreams of daffodils.  In quiet
times, I hear the faint chant
of chimes.  Gray days fade
like morning fog.

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Silent Weeping

Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe - Tuesday Writing Prompt
(Devereaux and Beth)

"Write a piece of prose or poetry that uses the words:  
willows, misery, silence


drowning her misery
in silent weeping
under the willows

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“hanging on an echo”

Written for:  The Twiglets #199 - "hanging on an echo"

On hot summer nights
corner a cappella groups
kept me hanging on an echo.


Was that a scream
he heard, reverberating
through the woods?  He
cupped his hands trying
to catch the echo.


a sound echoes 
girl sits at edge of lake
song from childhood


              There was an art student named Pablo
               who wanted to paint like El Greco
                "You've no talent," she said
                  which made him turn red
        Years later his ears heard her voice echo.

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Casket Test

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #114
"Poetical Magnetism"  (posted by whimsygizmo)

"Magnet. Magnetic. Magnetize. Speak to us of animal magnetism, or take us to a magnet school. You can even write a poem about the X-men character Magneto, if you’re so inclined.
Make it a noun. Verb it. Adjective-fy it. Whatever form you choose, find your true north and pen us a poem of exactly 44 words, including some form of the word magnet. Make those poem particles sing!"


Doctors suggest
this test for all
ailments. They call
it Magnetic Resonance
Imaging. (MRI) You
lay in a space capsule
listening to beeps,
bongs, and booms.
If you are claustrophobic
like me, you want to scream,
‘Where’s the panic button?
Let me out now.’

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Frank N. Stein

Movie Monsters

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #308
"Where Have You Gone, Lon Chaney?

"We’re creeping (great word for the time) toward All Hallow’s Eve and the marathon of spooky monster movies on television. Names like Karloff, Legosi, Cushing, Lee have created so many memorable scary bad guys for the silver screen. They called Chaney “The Man of a Thousand Faces” (from the movie of the same name – portrayed by James Cagney)."

"Think of a character from this genre of film history and use it as the title, inspiration, subject of your poetry. Or write a parody of said character. Give the monster a more “human” quality or traits and see where your fear may take you. If we can face up to/laugh at them, they can’t remain to torment us. Are you afraid of the Boogie Man? Were you ever? Make that your “monster” and write it!"


"Hey Frankie, anyone ever
tell you that you can't
dance?"

Poor Frank N. Stein was
teased mercilessly by
neighborhood bullies.
His brain was abnormal;
his heart was not.  Create
a person, they said,
without thought to his
impending social status.
Home-schooled because
he could not fit through 
the door of his school,
Frank found it difficult
to focus.  Sure, he could
squash any one of them
like a bug, if only
he could walk faster.

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Cola Crash

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #477

Words:  bend, tabs, hands, sting, frilly, spill, skin, scar, call, list, spread, gel


Tab is gone, off
the list–no more
spills of sodium
saccharin-packed 
cola.  Some are scarred,
bent out of shape 
by this news, but not
I.  Most of the time
it's wine I call for–
nothing too frilly
that stings the pocket
-book, nor a thick,
sweet, gel-like red
like my grandfather
used to drink
on holidays.  When
Summer heat spreads
scorching my skin,
my hands reach
for unsweetened
ice tea.

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Black Cat Misery

Written for:  Sunday Muse #130

See Harry?
I told you–
no good
can come
from cloning.
No individuality,
no characteristics,
and not enough
chow to go 'round.
While humans tram
from place to place,
we are limited.  How
I'd love to see
a cute Calico, a
sweet-tempered Tabby,
or a tasteful Tuxedo.
Alas, I fear we are
a group destined
for extinction.
I told you all about
the mistakes humans
make, Harry.

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/

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Kept Cooking Into Her 80’s

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - For Your Consideration -
Mother (In-Law)'s Cooking

"Write a list poem:  Nine reasons to eat your mother (in-law)'s 
cooking


- My mom could tender a brisket every time.  My sister
and I have given up.

- If you like your stuffed cabbage sweet and sour, Mom's tang 
rang out.

- Crispy fried chicken?  She learned from a southerner
while Dad was stationed in Ft. Jackson.

- Remember homemade french fries?  Yup, she made them from
scratch.

- Love turkey with stuffing?  You would moan in delight
over Mom's two specialties–chestnut and cornbread.

- Mom taught us how to bake original Toll House chocolate chip 
cookies.  We would try to eat them before they cooled.

- Years ago, I loved her chopped liver, hand ground in an old
steel grinder.  Secret ingredient:  seltzer.

- Though Dad called it rabbit food, Mom's salad ingredients
differed.  Sometimes you'd find chopped scallions, or
radishes, or thin sliced red onion.

- She would be so hurt if I didn't.

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No Price

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #41:  What's The Price  (posted by Rommy)

Write your interpretation of the question:  What is it worth?


A comfortable home,
warm and cozy.  Pets
of your choice to cuddle

Food in the pantry,
so you will never know hunger.
Clothing to keep you protected

Do you have your health?
Wealth cannot guarantee it.

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The Vote

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - InForm Poet:  Rondel Supreme

"Today we approach another French poetic form, the Rondel Supreme. This form has the following guidelines:"

.   14-line poem broken into three stanzas.
.   Stanzas one and two have four lines and the last stanza has six
    lines.
.Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaAB
.The (capital letters) refrains repeat as the last lines in the last
 two stanza.
.No restrictions on syllables or subjects.


Please get out there and vote.
You can make a difference;
time to show your presence.
Help keep this country afloat.

Make your voice heard–emote.
Watch closely for interference.
Please get out there and vote.
You can make a difference.

Let us show our moral code
by practicing tolerance,
and if lines are long, persistence.
If you want to strike a note,
please get out there and vote.
You can make a difference.

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Endless Beauty

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Three Little Words
(posted by (sarahsouthwest)

"Choose one of the 3-word combinations, and write a poem
3-12 lines long."


field, memory, magic


In my memory I slow-stepped
fields, meandered meadows
of magic color, trees of
every height and type–
scents of pine and hickory
surrounded me.  Water flowed
over outsized rocks.  If you
had an entire day, you still
could not experience all
this blissful park has 
to offer.  I want to go back.

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A Parting

Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe  (Devereux & Beth)

Use the phrase, "in the fading light"


Twilight drew near,
he blotted her tears,
believing he must serve.
In the fading light, she
looked at him. He seemed
to be already gone.


https://godoggocafe.com/2020/10/13/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-october-13-2020/
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“cherry red sky”

Written for:  The Twiglets #198 - "cherry red sky"


When the sky cleared,
it turned maraschino
cherry red.


against the cherry sky,
silhouette of seagulls


on her drawing
she crayons sky carefully
strokes of cherry red


               Her cherry red lipstick enticed him
               so he asked her to dance, on a whim.
                   as he took her hand
                  he wondered what brand
   perfume she wore. Made his throat sore.  Prospects dimmed.

https://thetwiglets.wordpress.com/ 

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In An Anti-Autumn State of Mind

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #307 - An Anti-Autumn
State of Mind

"The season changes to something autumnal and thoughts turn to its colorful palette and cozy temperatures and ya-da, ya-da…

Admittedly, Autumn is my favorite season (and mostly for those reasons). But I figure we will change the dynamic here. Think outside the re-usable grocery bag (we ran out of boxes) and write an anti-Autumn poem. Disrespect the colors, demean the smells. Put Halloween in its place.

Do not go gentle into that lousy Autumn. Write it!"


Who needs those shades
of Autumn - too bright,
and macabre Halloween
causing children fright.

The chilly evenings
that bring to mind
the season of death
is not far behind.

Jack-O-Lantern's grimace
that soon turns to rot,
vomiting seeds
over haystacks–a blot.

Who needs Autumn leaves
trampling on graves
of those who have passed
already engraved.

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The Pouting Princess

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #477

Words: dribble, pity, ruffle, lament, groan, bawl, inhale, grim, disgust, acquiesce, shrug, inevitably


Her feathers are
ruffled, muffled
at first, becoming
full scale bawling.  
Nose dribbles
as she inhales shaky
breaths.  Poor pitiful
me.  They have seen
this act before–
the grim way she laments 
her privileged life.
Inevitably, she will
acquiesce, settle
down, hint of frown
on her face at their
shrugs of disgust.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ 
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Lantern Light

Written for:  Sunday Muse #129

I walk by lantern
light, reflecting
the moon
so far
behind me.

I walk by lantern
light in a deserted
darkness.

I walk by lantern
light.  Where will
it lead me?

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/


							
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Time Keeps Marching

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - For Your Consideration -
Firestarter

CREATE A POEM INSPIRED BY THIS LINE IN A MARGARET ATWOOD POEM:
“WE ARE LEARNING TO MAKE FIRE”


Cold
shoulder
doors
slammed
lower
pay
under 
boot
no 
equality
so
many
years.
No
more
senseless
killings.
like the caveman
we are learning
to make a fire.

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Making The Switch

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #40:  Walking Away  (posted by Rosemary)

"Write about walking away."


Reluctantly releasing myself
from warmth of Summer's
embrace.  Green, pink,
and yellow all had their
place.  Time has come
to enmesh myself in russets,
and amber, swaying on
Autumn's trees.

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Dinner

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - InForm Poet:  Endecha

"The endecha is a 16th-century Spanish poetic form with the following guidelines:"

Quatrain (or four-line) poem (or stanzas).
Rhyme scheme: abcb
Seven syllables per line for lines one, two, and three.
Line four has 11 syllables.


Pancetta in thick slices
plenty of parmesan cheese
eggs, spaghetti, some spices.
Voila!  Pasta Carbonara, sure to please.

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Who Was She?

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  "You Want It Darker"
(posted by Lucy)

"We will write a poem about the transient notion of life to death, or topics germane to the theme. With a twist.
We are going to write a ballad.
Ballads typically consist of four-line quatrains with a rhyme scheme in either ABABBCBC form or another alternate of that form such as ABCB or ABAB."


A homeless woman roamed from street to street.
They all looked away, could not meet her eyes.
One man noticed her penchant for sweets,
one woman said 'a drunk', but that was a lie.

Though unkempt with a layer of grime,
her speech was perfect; she was educated.
A large flowered bag that she kept at her side
held all her possessions–meager, uncomplicated.

A story emerged after her death.
She had lost her job, no one to give her a loan.
Unable to pay her rent, she was bereft.
It does not take many steps to lose all you own.

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Closed Eyes

Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe  (Devereaux & Beth)

"Write a poem using the phrase "the thunder within"


Patience is lessening.
My voice raises, shouts,
even though I know
without a doubt that he
is not the same person.
When the thunder within
threatens to explode,
I turn to my breath,
meditate, closed eyes.

https://godoggocafe.com/


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“rain through a net”

Written for:  The Twiglets #197 - "rain through a net"


silver comets
slide through
net of sky


rain water rinsed
apples in a 
netted bowl.


a slip of a girl
dragged from one home to the next
falls through the cracks


         There once was a woman named Nettie
        who could eat many bowls of spaghetti.
             Draining Penne one night
           strainer broke, what a sight
Penne filled sink; Nettie called for delivery.


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Shapes and Sizes

Written for:  Sunday Muse #128

Migration” Painting by Eddie Schrieffer
in different landscapes
things are not what you expect
larger than life

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/

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Quilted Autumn

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub:  Quadrille #113 - Blanket Us  
(posted by Merrill)

"Use blanket as a noun, adjective, or verb. Describe a blanket, real or imagined. Make a blanket statement. Be cozy, dark, sensual, or funny. Maybe you want to blanket us with sunshine or warmth or blanket us under snow. Your choice, as long as your poem is 44 words."

Maple tree leaves dance
in the zephyrs of Autumn’s
dawn. Mahogany, burgundy,
russet, and scarlet swirl,
twirl as ballet dancers
on branches. As the season
advances, wintry weather winds
replace gentler breezes,
and dancers sway and float
in air, blanketing ground
in beauteous quilt.

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Crisis of Wrong and Right

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #476

Words:  contract, crisis, flight, die, board, right, doubt, power, risk, assault, cast, strip


This poem is a risk,
a crisis of power and doubt,
a stone cast between
wrong and right, a flight
of do or die.

This poem assaults 
a contract with frequent
changes, rearranges language,
strips unnecessary clauses
down to bare bones.

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0 For Two

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #306
"What's My Line?"

"Through our lives we’ve sustained ourselves, working hard to achieve what we set out to do. We’ve probably had a few jobs in our adult lives to work towards that goal. Without the help of Dorothy Kilgallen or Bennett Cerf, write a poem about one of those jobs during that time in your life."


Newly married and living in
Dayton Ohio, desperate for
any job.  Employment in front
of fish tank in Woolworth's-type store
Sex of fish? Master net? Fish flops on floor.

Household Finance, math a weakness
of mine. Cash drawer does not balance
at end of day.  Stay late each night.  
Annoyed manager, Miss Perfect,
who swiftly had me sacked with malice.

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Contents of Childhood

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - For Your Consideration -
Metaphor You

"Write in your poem (any form) based on this metaphor:
               "A Chest of Childhood"


Poem, story, diary, and book,
Good Humor chocolate cake pop.
Seems a breeze, now that I look.
Poem, story, diary, and book.
A mom who taught me how to cook,
A dad who loved to candy shop.
Poem, story, diary, and book,
Good Humor chocolate cake pop.

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Lurkers in Woods

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #39:  October Thrills  (posted by Magaly)

"Greetings, word lovers. Magaly here, writing to you while high October-is-coming! fumes. In case you haven’t noticed, I might be more than slightly obsessed with the tenth month of the year. I could blame it all on the thought of pumpkin chili and skull cakes, or on the all-around overabundance of witchy hats. But that wouldn’t be fair or true, since the fact that I will get to delight in scary prose and creepy poetry happens to be just as guilty.

I wish for everyone to create new poetry or prose inspired by anything October."


Amidst gold, orange and brick red leaves,
cinnamon scent, and apple cider,
costumes are being readied
for anxious children 
impatiently waiting for Halloween.

On crisp, cold evening in twilight
beware of monsters who lurk behind
leafy trees–Ghouliani, Pursed Lips
Mitch, and The Don of Con.  Cover
your ears so you cannot hear

their gibberish talk.  They will
steal your candy for their bloated
bellies.  Be on the lookout
for liars and thieves.  They have
two-sided mouths, and bleed from each. 

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Exertions

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - InForm:  Trolaan

"Trolaan is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains.
Each line of the quatrain begins with the same letter. The rhyme scheme is abab.

Starting with the second stanza you use the second letter of the first line of the first stanza to write the second, with each line beginning with that letter.

The third stanza will use the second letter on the first line of the second stanza. Write the third, with each line beginning with that letter.

On the fourth stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the third stanza and write the fourth, with each line beginning with that letter."


Odd to see gym members in masks
Obscenely hot breath builds up inside
occluding proper sight.  Your task:
obey sanitary rules, don't downslide.

Daring athletes bench press weights
doing their best to keep sweat at bay.
Diligent, their focus is on heart rate.
Don't sit on machines using cell phones all day.

A sorry lack of cleansing stations
angers members who scramble for paper towels,
and cleaning solutions are rationed–
all of which causes language most foul.

Such a sorry state of affairs.
So many ill, plus horrific wild fires
spreading destruction, people in tears.
Safety comes first–situation dire.

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Caught

Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe - Tuesday Writing Prompt
(Devereaux and Beth)

"Write a piece of prose or poetry that uses the words:  child, predators, and politics"


Caught!  a child predator,
now locked up, seen no more.
But Leaders can always grant pardons,
a law that is quite disheartening.
Some steeped in egotistical politics
have no moral compass, no ethics.

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“sky holds blue”

Written for:  The Twiglets #196 - "sky holds blue:


All traces
of white clouds
have vanished.
Today the sky holds blue.


Blue sky
dapples ocean
with dazzling lights


small sad little boy
April rains will ruin plans
then sky turns bright blue


                 A young man who lived in Shanghai
                 was determined to touch the sky.
                   His machine, he declared
                 would propel him up there.
     When launched, he was lost in the blink of an eye.

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Moon Music

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - 
09.28.20 to the Moon!  (posted by Frank Tassone)

"Let’s celebrate the Moon!


Additionally, the Moon is a traditional Autumn kigo, those seasonal words so important to haiku. There are kigo for the Harvest Moon, as well as for the nights preceding and following it.
Why? Well, October waits in the wings with two full moons! The Harvest moon, usually arriving in September, appears on October 1st—this Thursday. And on Halloween, the Blue moon is none other than the Hunter’s moon."
Photo by Alex Andrews on Pexels.com
When I was younger, the craze was 45 rpm records, little spinning disks of vinyl, which my friends and I would play until worn out.
With A and B sides, the A side was the song heard most on the radio.
This was the season of Blue Moon by The Marcels.

My mother thought it was complete destruction of an old beautiful
song.  We all thought it was recently written.  Blue Moon stayed
at the top of the Billboard Hot 100 for three weeks.  How odd to
find out that there truly is a phenomenon known as a Blue Moon.

                 harvest time arrives
                 fine large crop to reap this Fall
                 under a blue moon

https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/28/haibun-monday-9-28-20-to-the-moon/ 

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Youth’s Dreams

Written for: Poetic Boomings2 - Prompt #305 - Summer Leaves?

"When Summer leaves, Autumn comes rushing in. But, no one ever sings about Summer Leaves. So today I’ve listed part of the lyrics for Autumn Leaves. Use a phrase, word grouping or line in your poem, or as an inspiration and write that colorful piece."

AUTUMN LEAVES

(Lyrics by: Jacques Prévert in French and Johnny Mercer in English)

The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall…


Beneath the green of Summer's canopy
we picnicked on baguettes, and softened Brie.
Your lips did press to mine, a Summer kiss.
With a sip of Chardonnay we felt pure bliss.

A silhouette of leaves upon the lake
tattooed shoulders, swimming 'til we ached.
A seafood dinner, side of sunburn
which did not deter making love, we learned.

'Twas season of our youth's exploration.
For several Summers, our expectation
was that we would always be together,
we'd take our vows, we'd promise forever.

That bloom of youth now edges toward Winter,
We are married, though not to each other.

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Gingerbread Cottage

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #475

Words:  hypocrisy, lunch, foil, cat, why, fox, trust, sad, hoax,
miss, liars, cottage
Mrs. Fox lives
in a gingerbread
cottage.  She takes
considerable comfort
in her calico cat, 
Cosmo.  Distrusting
store-bought pet food,
she cooks breakfast,
lunch, and dinner
for them both,
thriftily wrapping
leftovers in foil.
Saddened at the sudden 
death of Mr. Fox, she
is content now, because
she has stopped questioning
the 'why' of it.
Mrs. Fox carefully culls
her friends, disdaining 
liars and hypocrites.
She and her coterie enjoy
a book club, and attending
movies. They never miss
an art exhibit, and ofttimes, 
get together for tea time 
in the cozy gingerbread cottage.

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Nuzzling Buddies

Written for:  Sunday Muse #127 - "We've Got Cows . . . and Footnotes

A farm girl
left mostly
on her own.
She is never
lonely.
Mutual love
and respect 
exists
between farm girl
and farm animals.
Favorite friend
of hers is a chocolate 
cow.  They are
nuzzling buddies.

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/

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Lose The Smirk, Get To Work

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting The Bar:  Protest Poetry
(posted by Grace)

"Write a Protest Poem with a theme (e.g. voting, social justice, peace & war, violence, women’s rights, human rights, environment, pandemic, etc) in your blog. This may be about as local as your community, or about your country, or about the world in general."


Wake Up!  Wake Up!
Earth does not revolve
around ego, mendacity,
egregiousness, wealth.

Wake Up! Wake Up!
Do not politically preen
while hundreds of thousands
are dying each day.

Wake Up! Wake Up!
Face your responsibility
as a Leader.  You should care
about more than your hair.

Wake Up! Wake Up!
Worried about a panic, yet 
having no direction, no plan, 
simply buckets of blame? 

Wake Up! Wake Up!
Every human being has
a right to live in peace,
and provide for family.

Wake Up! Wake Up!
Do the right thing–tell 
the truth, bitter or not.  
Hundreds of thousands are dying.

Wake Up! Wake Up!

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Garter Belts

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #38:  A Helping String  (posted by Rommy)

"Think about things that act like a koshihimo (things meant
only as a temporary or hidden support)."


Then there were
those naughty
nylons.  Black 
seams divided
back of legs, fish-
nets tattooed sexy,
sculpted limbs.  Nude,
taupe, brown, and
black.  What held
these silken coverings
in perfect place?  Garter 
belts.  Some were lacy, 
some basic hardware.  All
had hanging clips.
You opened them,
put the stocking top
over the round piece,
and slid the fastener
into place  Voila!
You smoothed down
your skirt or dress,
and the garters
remained hidden . . .
unless of course,
they didn't.

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Not A Believer

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Let Your Words
Be your Paintbrush!  (posted by Lillian)

"In February 2018, I became acquainted with the often surreal art of Catrin Welz-Stein. She studied graphic design in Germany and then worked for several firms. On her own time, she began to experiment with mixed media, collages, paintings on canvas and digital art. Her process to create her art? She searches for license-free images and scours old books and magazines. She breaks images into pieces and then weaves them together with other images to create something entirely new. She is especially interested in folklore, fairy tales, surrealism, medieval times and Jugendstil (Art Noveau)."

"Below are four of her images. I have deliberately left off the titles so you will free-associate with them. Please select one of these images, include it with your post, and be sure to give credit to Catrin Welz-Stein with a link to her website http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/ You may write an ekphrastic poem in the purest sense, describing the image; or you may simply be motivated by the image and, letting it stir your imagination, write a poem that in some way, connects to the image."


Catrin Welz-Stein http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/
Bird of the bulging
eye, a disbeliever
in magic, allows
the tiny top-hatted
gentlemen to ride
on his rear, fearing
he may fall off.
But surely that metal
key will be the force
to hold him steady.
Although a skeptic,
the bird does not wish
to see beyond that
strange keyhole, if
indeed the key even
fits.  This is a new
world.  What if it is
as disappointing 
as the other?  Bird
of the bulging eye
prefers to stick with 
what he knows.


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Close Your Eyes

Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe - Tuesday Writing Prompt
(Devereaux and Beth)

"Write a piece of prose or poetry that begins with:
Where I go, no one can follow."


Where I go
no one can follow,
so just to be sure
you follow the rules,
your only tools, I will
read them again:  You
all close your eyes,
count to fifty, then run
swiftly, and see if you
can find me.

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“she’s a leaf”

Written for:  The Twiglets #195 - "she's a leaf"


She's a leaf
I'm a twig
It's a relief
she weighs less than a pig.


In a butterfly
flutter, she sways
and becomes
a fallen leaf.


burnished red leaf
she picks up maple-shaped gift
to paste in her scrapbook


                 There once was a fellow named Leif
                 who enjoyed eating rare roast beef.
                          He met a vegan
                     who said, you know you can
         change your diet.  Try these lentils, I beseech.


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