Poems: Standing Strong

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ prompt #428 “Again and Again“

This prompt was to use alliteration, possibly to use the Alliterisen form.  I got the alliteration, but will have to try the form out at a later time.

(form: lune)

Standing Strong

weary, weeping, yet
standing strong
damaged, defiant

(form: none/free verse)

Standing Strong
prejudiced people
playing at power
hiding their hating
bullying, berating
fail at breaking her spirit
standing strong with
courage and conviction
she shines her light on their lies

Over joyed & The Under Overlord

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ PROMPT #283 – BETTING THE OVER/UNDER on 23 Feb 2020.

Form prompt: cinquain
Over joyed

Sometimes,
other people’s
put on smiles and forced mirth
have a bit more of an “Odor
to Joy.”

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Form prompt: tanka
The Under Overlord

fools fear the night for
they believe it is the time
when he holds most sway
but the false safety of light
simply makes him more subtle

A Memorable Engagement

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ PROMPT #282 – HOPPER INSPIRED on 16 Feb 2020.

Form prompt: Fibonacci

A Memorable Engagement

I
thought
it odd,
John asking
me out for a show.
We don’t often go when he’s not
on stage. Now, I’ve got butterflies and he’s so nervous,
checking his pocket, making sure
something is still there,
but why go
into
that
Booth?

No buffalo, just TwoTankas

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ Inform Poet prompt on 12 Feb 2020.

Form prompt: tanka

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What makes a tanka?
Just count out the syllables
no rhymes to reason
five seven five seven and
seven. Simple. Tanka-u.

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The Trade-in

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ Inform Poet prompt on 15 Jan 2020.

Form prompt: Pathya Vat

The Trade-in
I’m thinking back
as I sit here
the sale so near
of my old ride

of the hours spent
of smiles of pride
of tears I’ve cried
of good times had

in that old car
which makes me sad
but just a tad
to say goodbye

Poem: Village Mayor

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 28, July 28th

Prompt: Village in Late Summer

(form:  a sextet of shadormas)

Village Mayor

Our village

is really one street;

not much more

than a block

that dead-ends with a walk-thru

to a walking trail.

The Mayor,

an original

resident

of the street,

knows everyone, young and old;

shares the history

and the news

and the scuttlebutt

about buying

and selling,

the living and the dying,

arranges flowers,

helps walk dogs,

unblocks city drains,

and warns you

to secure

your potential projectiles

when a storm’s coming.

An artist,

she watercolors

local scenes

and wildlife,

turns them into Christmas Cards

she gives out each year

in exchange

for nothing other

than living

on her street,

for living in her village,

for being neighbors.

Poems: When summer showers interrupt & The Picnic

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 19, July 19th

Prompt: Summer Picnic

(form: lune)

When summer showers interrupt…

When summer showers
Interrupt
Just dance in the rain

 

(form: shadorma)

The Picnic
Deep gazes
Eyes mirror blue skies
Bare shoulder
Light laughter
Lighter touch…Now I’m sweating
So…I drink her in.

Poem: Good Vibrations

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 18, July 18th

Prompt: Endless Summer

(form: shadorma)

Good Vibrations

Way cool jazz
at the local lounge
Summer nights
Sultry voice
Shared good vibes with the beauty
who’d become my wife

Poem: Oh, Edna

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 17, July 17th

Prompt: Quoting Writers and Poets in Summer

Oh, Edna

Why would one want
to be all seasons?
Winter is cold and stark
with people cowering
indoors with fires blazing.
Autumn, brilliantly coloured,
is the twilight of the seasons,
the nearing of hibernation
and death.
Spring, the rebirth,
is young and new,
but frought with rainy days
blown all a-twitter.
Summer is sultry and mature,
fully blossomed,
with long days
and hot nights.
So, why should I want you
to be all seasons
when summer is so perfect?

 

Poem: Summer Nights are Magical Times

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 16, July 16th

Prompt: Summer Magic

(form: shadormas)

Summer Nights are Magical Times

Summer nights
are magical times.
Shimmering
coronas
surround brightly glowing moons;
Heavenly bodies.

Summer nights
are magical times.
Cold, long neck
Coronas
slake the evening thirsts of
Heavenly bodies.

Summer nights
are magical times.
Moonlit hair
coronas
the face I timidly kiss;
Heavenly body.