OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 31 – APPARITONS OF THE MIND KIND

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 31 – APPARITIONS OF THE  MIND KIND

Just one more for Halloween! This is the one I couldn’t figure out…the Loop Poem, from the other day. I still haven’t figured it out so it isn’t an exact Loop one. I read the directions for the way it is supposed to be, in several different places, and I’m still confused about it. I still wanted to post this, though. I’ve tried using ‘enjambment’ in it, too. Anyway, it is a mish-mash of a poem, a little of this and that. For Halloween…a Monster Mash of a Poem! 😉

Ghostly Loops and Tricks:

Enjambment – a continuation of a sentence or clause over a line break. A bit of poetic trickery, to pull the reader into the next line.

Apparition – A supernatural appearance of anything that seems real…coming on suddenly, startling in it’s manifestation. It’s kind of like when you suddenly get an idea in your head from out of nowhere!

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APPARITIONS OF THE MIND KIND

I am but a Ghost

A lost soul…a

Ghost…Am I just your imagination?

Do you only believe what you can see?

Imagination conjures many visions…

Unseen in reality,

Visions are only real if you believe

Them to be the Ghosts of your ideas.

Believe in your visions; your mind apparitions

Are real lost souls…ghostly

Apparitions, seeking to be conjured into reality…

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OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 31 – SCARECROW

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 31 – SCARECROW

Today is the last day of the OctPoWriMo poetry challenge…31 poems in 31 days. It’s been fun again this year. I’ve met some fantastic poets, and learned a few things along the way. Until we meet again, I wish everyone the best in your writing adventures! 🙂

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SCARECROW

The scariest thing I’ll ever see,

Is a scarecrow staring back at me…

What’s going on in that head of straw,

Grinning with his sewn on maw?

Seeing with unblinking eyes…

Take it from me – a word to the wise.

You can’t trust the rustle of wind in his hair…

In a cornfield maze, you must beware.

Go out there on a sunny day,

Believe me you will lose your way.

It’s a trick the scarecrow loves to play…

A ruse to keep you there all day.

Now, if you dare the cornfield row,

And if you feel you really must go…

I’ve warned you well, and now you know…

Never turn your back on a spooky scarecrow.

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OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 30 – WE DID IT

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 30 – WE DID IT

Tomorrow is the last day of the OCTPOWRIMO Poetry Challenge…31 poems in 31 days. I’ve had a great time writing the poems, and hope everyone who visited enjoyed reading them. I want to thank all who stopped by, those who left encouraging comments, and the hosts of this Challenge. It’s been fun!

There will be one more for tomorrow, but for today…

WE DID IT

It’s almost the end of OctPoWriMo

Where, oh where, oh where did the time go?

We’ve written some verse, using poetic lingo…

When we had it right, we might have yelled bingo!

Some poems were sad, and some were funny,

We do it for fun, and not for money.

We encourage and cheer, whoever is near…

Always from others, we love to hear.

We write and we post, but not to boast…

Thank you so much to our lovely hosts!

31 poems in 31 days…

It’s been fun and enlightening in so many ways.

We played with rhymes, whimsy, and form…

They gave us prompts, and Poets were born!

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Thanks everyone, and may you all have much success in your writing adventures!

Peace }I{

© 2015 BS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 29 – LOOK INSIDE

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 29 – LOOK INSIDE

Today we were supposed to write something about endings, since this poetry challenge is coming to an end soon. What I’ve done today could be a bit of that, but I have something else in mind for endings tomorrow. Also, this one today is in keeping a bit with the Halloween theme, too,

This one, I’m not sure what form it is, but I did use a style that uses repetition…and the words are:

Anaphora – a repetition of words at the start of clauses or verses

Epimone – (eh-PIM-o-nee) – a repetition of a phrase, usually a question, to stress a point

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LOOK INSIDE

Take a look,

Take a look,

Take a look inside…

Take a look inside yourself,

What have you got to hide?

What do you see,

What do you see,

What do you see, I ask?

What do you see yourself to be…

What’s hiding behind that mask?

Reveal yourself,

Reveal yourself,

Reveal yourself to me…

Reveal yourself…I want your truth…

Be who you were meant to be.

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© 2015 BS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 28 – ACROSTICS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 28 – ACROSTICS

Well, today we were urged to make a video of ourselves reading out loud one of our poems. Mmmm I think not. I wouldn’t subject anyone’s ears to hearing that. 😉

For today, though, I’ve done the form of poetry called Acrostic…where letters of a word or phrase is spelled out going down the lines vertically, and words of the poem starting with that each letter go across in the lines. I wanted to do something a little lighter today, after yesterday’s scary one 😉 But still holding with the Halloween theme.

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3 ACROSTICS FOR HALLOWEEN

Happy holiday hijinks

Abound this night

Laughter and

Little ones go

Out trick or treating

Wearing costumes of their choosing

Even if it’s cold weather

Everyone has a good time

(k)Nocking on doors, begging for candy

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Howling wolves

Attempt to summon

Untold miseries with their

Nocturnal

Tunes

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Go forth on

Halloween

Observing

Spirits

Tonight

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OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 27 – SPECTER’S PRAYER

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 27 – SPECTER’S PRAYER

I’m not going with the prompt today. It was to be something whimsical, and about happy endings. As it is coming near to Halloween, my favorite time of year, I wanted to do this one today. 🙂

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SPECTER’S PRAYER

Twisting, turning in their graves

Souls want out tonight.

Tangled in their silken shrouds,

No one hears their plight.

A Specter of their former selves,

They claw with bloody nails…

They struggle inside their coffins, dark…

No one hears their wails.

Come closer, you who walk nearby,

Release us from this plane.

Our spirits now just ectoplasm

That death will not lay claim.

Sobbing now, we feel the chill

Of centuries gone by…

Please rescue us, oh mortal ones…

You see…we did not die.

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OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 26 – NINE HOURS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 26 – NINE HOURS

For today’s prompt, we were to do a poetry form called a Loop. I did one once before, but it was maybe a simplified type. This one today…Well, let me tell you…I’ve been pretty steady at it, trying to get something to come together, and in the right form, for NINE HOURS already! I’m done…no more Loops for me. It is just not my kind of writing. So, of course I wrote a poem about it…in my own style, and it came together in about 5 minutes. Maybe it shows, but I’m happy with the way I write poetry, learning a little at a time, trying to improve, and understanding that there are just some I cannot do. 🙂  Here’s today’s offering!

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NINE HOURS

Nine hours in…I can’t even begin to

Write what I want to say.

Lots of ideas, all good for nothing,

So I threw them all away.

I’ve tried the Loops, and jumped through hoops, but

The words won’t come together.

This kind of poem is not my scene…

I’ll blame it on the weather.

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OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 25 – DOLL WORLD

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 25 – DOLL WORLD

Today’ prompt says to remember a toy or plaything from our childhood. 🙂

DOLL WORLD

A little girl sits all alone

Her thoughts are running wild

What captivates her interest so…

This introverted child?

A mother, father, son, and daughter

Aunts, and uncles, too

Grandparents, and friends, and pets are there

No more will she be blue.

She’s created a world that’s all her own

She speaks as their creator…

They may be dolls, but to her they’re real…

Her family made of paper.

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I used to cut out and play with paper dolls all the time. I’d get my little safety scissors, and cut carefully around the images of people I’d find in catalogs, magazines, and sewing pattern books. Then, sometimes I’d get to buy a new book of the paper dolls at the dime store. These would be sturdier, made of cardboard, and have a selection of clothes (with those little tabs) to dress them in. Many hours playing with these. 🙂

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OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 24 – GRAVEYARD

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 24 – GRAVEYARD

Today for the prompt, we were asked to find a picture we like, and write about it. I love anything spooky, so chose a graveyard scene. The poem is written in a form called ‘Mini Mono Verse’ … It is to be 2 stanzas of 5 lines long each, and every line having only 3 syllables, with all end words rhyming in the first stanza, and a different rhyming word in the second.

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GRAVEYARD

Graveyard stark

Lonely park

Make your mark

In the dark

Listen…hark…

From deep holes

Shrieking ghouls

Ancient scrolls

Speak of trolls

Come all Souls…

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OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 23 – LOST LUNCH

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 23 – LOST LUNCH

Happy Friday, everyone!

Today’s prompt was for us to consider the vastness of the universe, and all the tiny pieces and parts that go into making everything we know. I may do that another time, but for today…a bit of humor for the end of the week. 😉

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LOST LUNCH

I dropped a weenie on the floor,

Poor little hot dog is no more,

It would have been a tasty critter,

Now it’s gone, and I am bitter.

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I wish you all a wonderful weekend!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

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