Category Archives: OctPoWriMo – Poems

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 23 – LOST LUNCH

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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{

© 2015 BS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 22 – ONE TRUTH, TWO LIES

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Today’s prompt was to play a fun game with your poem. Based on a game people play…you make statements about yourself, using a true fact, and two lies. People try to guess which one is the true one. Anyway, it took me forever to even think of some statements. Then…why on Earth did I decide to do another Paradelle poem? It was hard. It took all afternoon. I’m not sure I did it right, even now, but this is what I give you for your entertainment…and, which do you think is my true fact? 🙂

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ONE TRUTH, TWO LIES

A truth or a lie is never just black or white

A truth or a lie is never just black or white

Ask me no favors, no promises I keep

Ask me no favors, no promises I keep

Never is a black promise or a white favor

Ask me no lie, just for truth, and I keep…

There’s grains of truth in every lie

There’s grains of truth in every lie

I want to go swimming with the fish in the deep

I want to go swimming with the fish in the deep

There’s deep truth in every swimming fish

Go to the grains with the lie of ‘I want in’

A lie is just a hidden truth

A lie is just a hidden truth

I can’t sit still unless I’m falling asleep

I can’t sit still unless I’m falling asleep

Just sit still…a truth is falling asleep

Unless I’m hidden, I can’t lie

Unless I go swimming, I’m never falling asleep

Fish still want to ask me favors, in the deep grains

White lie is never just black/or is in every truth a lie?

There’s just no promises I can’t keep hidden…A truth…I sit with the Truths of a Lie

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© 2015 BS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 21 – A BALLAD FOR JACK

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For OctPoWriMo today, we were to try writing a ballad poem. This is a story told in poetry.

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A BALLAD FOR JACK

Out in the garden, way in the back,

A tangle of vines did grow.

There was a secret, hidden away,

For only me to know.

I watered and tended this special vine,

And, day by day it grew.

Soon, it revealed an orange orb…

I was the only one who knew.

I was so happy, I talked to it…

In fact, I named him Jack.

He grew up big and strong, that gourd…

I think he liked me back.

Then as the days grew cooler yet,

And, the sun was feeling dim,

I wanted Jack to stay with me,

But, it was time to part from him.

And, so it came, that sad, sad day…

Jack said it would be fine…

I took my knife and severed him…

I cut him from the vine.

I cried a river, but through my tears,

Jack looked at me and smiled…

He said to carve a great big grin,

For every little child.

And, so I did, I carved a face

For Jack’s big orange head.

Now, every Halloween night that comes,

Jack’s eyes shine bright, instead.

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© 2015 BS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 20 – LOVE POEMS

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Today’s OctPoWriMo  prompt says we should write a love poem. It could be traditional, or take any form we prefer, but it was suggested to try two different types.

One was called Loop Poetry… This is pretty much unstructured, except for the lines that rhyme being 2nd and 4th, and the last word of the first line, should be the word that starts the second line, and keep that form for as many stanzas you want.

The second form was to write love letters between two things that maybe don’t really go together, or they have a unique way of being related.

Both these were interesting, and fun do try. Here’s my take on the prompt. First, the loop one, then next will be the letter. Enjoy!

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DAWN OF A NEW DAY

Comes the dawn of a new day, dear…

Dear, come softly, soothing,

Soothing our senses, gently waking,

Waking us to a day of our choosing…

Choosing to shine your love-light divine,

Divine, define, refine our day…

Day of relaxing, rejoicing in musing,

Musing, grooving, day dreaming our time away…

Away from stresses, the new day blesses,

Blesses us with it’s healing love…

Love that’s unending, enduring, and true…

True love rains down from high above.

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TO MY LOVE

Dear Keyboard, my love…

Let me rest my fingers lightly upon you.

Let my touch wake you to the joys of my words.

Dear Fingers, my love…

I’d be nothing without you tickling me awake.

I do your bidding in all ways…I adore you.

A rhyme for you dear, come close…can you hear?

Together we create true bliss.

If we ever do part, it would break my heart…

You, true love, I would miss.

So let’s laugh in the good times, and cry when it’s sad…

We’ll brave it together, no matter the weather…

And enjoy all the time we’ve had.

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© 2015 BS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 19 – DEAR PUNCTUATION

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Today’s prompt was a bit different. We were to write short sentences, in a sort of letter, to someone or something. It was to begin with Dear somebody … and keep going on the list until you’ve had enough  finished, I guess? Strange, but it’s interesting, and I’ve read some good ones, already today. So, who knows…here goes…

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DEAR PUNCTUATION

? . , ! ; : @ #( ) 

Dear Question Mark…Why? Why must you question everything?

Dear Period…Just stop it. I mean it. Stop.

Dear Exclamation Mark or Point or whatever you’re called… I want to use you sooo much, but have been warned against abusing you too much. Who me…Never!!!!!!

Dear Comma…You want to be here, there, and everywhere, and you’ve put me in a comma coma.

Dear Parentheses…You’re as sweet as a hug (embrace) right in the middle of a sentence.

Dear Colon, and your semi-twin, semi-colon… I haven’t needed you very much; keep going on your way: keep going, pause, keep going a little more: bye…

Dear At Symbol…You’re cute and versatile. You are very handy each @ and every time.

Dear Hashtag…You know I number # you among my ‘faves’ #highfive !

Dear Elipses…I love you…I love you…I love you…you are my adorable little dot…dot…dot…I need you…don’t ever leave me… I ❤ you…say you ❤ me 2…

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Wellnow day # 19 is done; I leave you with these thoughts: I had fun, did you? I did it!!! Let’s meet again @ the same place tomorrow. #poemsarefun

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OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 18 – I AM THE GHOST BESIDE YOU

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Today we were given a phrase… Things aren’t always what they seem…

Words we could use to give us an idea were … mystery, double life, a person or object

To continue with my Halloween, and spooky theme, for this time of the season…I give you this one. I’m saying it is ‘free-verse’ as every word just flowed out…like magic. I think because this is my favorite thing to write about.

Dare you read it?

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I AM THE GHOST BESIDE YOU

Why can’t you see me?

I never planned on being a Ghost…a Ghost of myself.

Flitting around you, I beg for attention…validation…

I am me…a Soul in transition…pain…

Why won’t you see me? I am here beside you.

You look right through me…like I’m not real.

It’s so hard…so hard…I want to be heard.

I need to know you still think of me…still love me.

I am transformed…not gone, not forgotten, not dismissed or diminished as

A strange sound, a confusing coincident of you know-not-what.

I don’t mean to scare you. Please feel no fear. I need your warmth…your love.

I ache to be near you.

Am I the cold chill you feel when I reach out to touch you?

Yes, it’s me.

Am I the wisp of mist you think you see, from the corner of your eye?

Yes, it’s me

Am I the moaning sound you think is the wind through the cracks?

Yes, it’s me.

I’m screaming out to you. I have been here all along.

I have not forgotten you. I give you signs…

Give me a sign that you still care…that you recognize that sudden small flash of memory.

Yes, it’s me, recognizing you in that moment.

I had to leave this life, this mortal realm.

It wasn’t my choice, you see. Please believe me…believe in me,

As I am still here with you…as I am.

I live in your heart, in your thoughts…I am still me, loving you, with all my Soul.

Am I the silence, when you sense that you’re being watched…yes, it’s me…I am near.

Yes, it’s me…still loving you with all my Soul…I am me…

I am the Ghost beside you…

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© 2015 BS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 17 – HAUNTED HOUSE

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I’m not really sure what today’s theme was…something about dancing? Anyway, I really wanted to try the one I skipped yesterday…the Paradelle … which was a bit difficult to get the form right, and took some time to do. I’m getting into the Halloween mood…all things spooky around here, anyway. 🙂

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HAUNTED HOUSE

Behold the haunted house

Behold the haunted house

Twisted black branches scrape frosty windows

Twisted black branches scrape frosty windows

Haunted branches scrape

Twisted black house, the frosty windows behold

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Shutters flap in Autumn winds

Shutters flap in Autumn winds

Dry leaves go skittering by

Dry leaves go skittering by

Shutters in Autumn go skittering

Dry winds flap by leaves

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Ghosts moan while chains rattle

Ghosts moan while chains rattle

Do you dare enter tonight

Do you dare enter tonight

Do you moan while Ghosts rattle chains

Tonight dare enter

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Behold, frosty Ghosts, in chains, go skittering by windows

The twisted winds dare scrape you dry

Tonight black Autumn leaves rattle haunted branches

Do enter house, while shutters flap…moan

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A bit of explanation about the pictures… This house is very old, and was moved from it’s original location. It is on the property of the Ranching Heritage Center, here in town. All types of original houses are here, to show the development of this area. This is one of the more modern ones. I’ve heard that it is haunted. People say that at certain times, you can see a lady (ghost?) standing at the upper windows. No one is allowed inside, but I love peering through the windows, as the houses are furnished with items from the era they were taken from.  The photo where I’m looking in…I was outside the house, pointing the camera at a mirrored dresser that was inside, catching my reflection.

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I’ve heard this house is haunted

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That’s me, peeking in the window of the haunted house

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OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – # 15 – MY WILDEST DREAM

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Today we were asked to think of our wildest dream. If we could dream anything, and it would come true, for one day, what would it be?

The poetry form I used, is called the Minute Poetry form. It consists of 3 stanzas, of 4 lines each. Each line has the syllable count of 8-4-4-4, 8-4-4-4, 8-4-4-4, 8-4-4-4 …and the rhyme scheme goes aa bb cc dd ee ff …It is also supposed to be written in strict iambic meter.

MY WLDEST DREAM

I send my words up into space

Another place

Into the sky

They will not die

My words pour down upon the land

a helping hand

for all mankind

program their mind

My words rain down from high above

For peace and love

Around the world

Kind words unfurled

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I did have one of my wildest dreams come true. I did send my words (my name) into space. It was a contest for the Maven Haiku to Mars project, back in 2013. It is amazing to think of it happening! Here’s the certificate I got for submitting my haiku.

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© 2015 BS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 14 – WHAT I LEARNED FROM GOATS

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For today’s prompt, we were asked to think of what is between our yesterday and our tomorrow. Using the image of a bridge, we were asked, what is on the bridge.

The first thing that came to mind, about a bridge, was the very first book I learned to read. It was a children’s book, called “The Three Billy Goats Gruff”. It’s about these three goats who want to cross a bridge to get to eat the green grass across the river. I first memorized the whole book, word for word. Then I learned to actually read the words. It was my favorite. I still have the original book. It’s been used quite a bit, and it shows it’s age, first by me, then my kids, then my cousins, and it made it’s way back to me years later. Here’s a picture I took of it. IMG_1608IMG_1609

Anyway, this book started me on my love of books, reading, words, and writing. I wanted to write all the words, myself. All the cool words, like ‘trip-trap, trip-trap’, that I read in this book. And, so I began…

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I BLAME IT ON THE GOATS

I was just a little girl, when I learned to read and write.

And once I did, as you may think,

I’d never shut up and be quiet.

It started with a goat that day,

Who trip-trapped into my mind.

The words were there, and I started to care…

Over and over I read each line.

The goats were brave, they defeated the troll,

Tripping over that bridge of wood…

And, so was I when I began to write,

Just as I knew I could.

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So, what’s on my bridge between then and now? Three Billy Goats Gruff. They showed me I can be brave, and to never give up my dreams.

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© 2015 BS

OCTPOWRIMO – POEMS – DAY # 13 – BLITZ

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I was happy to see the poetry prompt, today. The Blitz form is one of my favorites, and I do them all the time, just for fun.

This form of poetry is called the Blitz. It is made up of 50 lines of short phrases and images, with repetition, and a rapid flow of words. They are fun to read aloud.

Today’s theme was also about “Risky Business”…taking risks with your writing…what risks are you willing to take…would you ‘take it to the limit’? I’ve included a video from the Eagles (my favorite band) and their song “Take It to the Limit”, which fits this theme, I think, and also my poem…the freedom to write…the freedom to be yourself.

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WAY TO BE FREE

Take it to the Limit

Take it all the way

Way, way back in time

Way down yonder

Yonder is a place

Yonder is wild and blue

Blue skies

Blue eyes

Eyes to see

Eyes to the soul

Soul food

Soul searching

Searching for love

Searching your heart

Heart and soul

Heart beats rhythm

Rhythm of the rain

Rhythm is gonna get you

You are my sunshine

You take my breath away

Away down the road

Away down south

South of the border

South is in my bones

Bones of contention

Bones of a skeleton

Skeleton crew

Skeleton key

Key to my heart

Key up the music

Music is powerful

Music lifts your spirits

Spirits are ethereal

Spirits are ghosts

Ghosts of a whisper

Ghosts of a chance

Chance meeting you

Chance of a lifetime

Lifetime guarantee

Lifetime of memories

Memories of your love

Memories are made of this

This beautiful life

This beautiful beginning

Beginning all over again

Beginning to be free

Free to be me

Free to be you

You

Me

~Way to be Free~

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Do you take a chance with your writing…put it all out there…go for broke…try anything and everything for the love of the written word? Your words? Are you writing just for the money, would you give it up, if there was no money involved, or do you make time for what you love to do…your dream? Do you believe in yourself…that you are capable and can do it?

Have you been shown a sign? Do you have the absolute need to write? Do you take it to the limit?

I know I do. That’s why this blog of mine is a variety of different posts. I like trying new ways to write, and experiment with all types of writing.

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© 2015 BS
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