Poems: Life’s Lesson Plan & Learning to be me

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

Day 14, July 14th

Prompt: The Summer I Learned to Fly

(form: lune)

Life’s Lesson Plan
There’s no foolproof plan
No secret
Learn as best you can

 

(form: nonet)

Learning to be me
What took me the longest time to learn
was to simply love and accept me.
It took nearly forty years,
but I finally learned
the power others
have over me,
is only
what I
give.

 

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Poem: That Summer in…Rome?

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

Day 8, July 8th

Prompt: That Summer in _____

(form:  nonet)

That Summer in…Rome?

Ah, recall the grand old days of yore…
That last summer we spent in Rome,
seduced by our own power.
Idle days, drunken nights.
Vainly ignoring
civil discord,
moral strife.
We cared…
Not.

Poem: What goes around…

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 15, 15 Nov 2013.
Topic: what (blank)

(form: nonet)

What goes around…
“What goes around, comes around,” they say.
Breaking a proffered olive branch
serves only to push away
with negativity
a kindly offered
hand.  Remember,
Karma is
quite the
bitch!

Poem: The Downward Spiral

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry Prompt 212, 27 February 2013.  Topic: descending

The Downward Spiral

(form: nonet)

It started with simply forgetting
trivial stuff, followed by where
he parked the car, and the best
road home, driving around
all day. He forgot
friends, family,
and, lastly,
his own
name.

Poem: Generation “Look At Me”

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry Prompt 207, 23 January 2013.  Topic: fragile

(form: nonet)

Generation “Look At Me”

A generation of  narcissists
who expect us to approve of
childish antics, indulge whims,
and believe the facades
of strength, behind which
dwell their egos,
more fragile
than an
egg.

[had to revise from the original because I couldn’t recall the form name before I had posted it.  I found the form shortly afterward and had to drop the ten syllable line]

 

(original – as posted to the Poetic Asides blog)

We have now the generation of
the pampered narcissist who expects
the rest of us to approve of
childish antics, indulge whims,
and believe the facade
of strength, behind which
dwells an ego
more fragile
than an
egg.

Poems: Risking It All & The Game of….Life?

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s WD Poetic Forms Challenge:   Nonet, 24 July 2012.

Risking It All

Unconcerned about his tenuous
position on the precipice
overlooking the valley
far below, the daring
photographer risked
life and limb for
the perfect
shot at
fame.

The Game of….Life?

A character-driven fantasy
populated by flawed heroes
and noble villains trying
to survive in a world
playing a game with
just one simple
rule: you win
or you
die.