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Wednesday, October 31, 2018

OctPoWriMO Day #31 (endless)

Word prompts: endless, infinity, eternal, sharing love

Poetic Form: Etheree. A poem that consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.

I didn't want to think to deeply about today's prompt. It seemed fitting that I write this one from the heart, a philosophy of the heart, if you will. I have written a lot of intense poems this months, sparked by events in  my own life, and sometimes from my friend's lives. Today is more about how I feel about the emotions and feelings that rule my life. A bit taken from my personal philosophy put to words. Somehow the etheree was a fitting form to convey my thoughts as they trickle to a fine point.

I hope you've enjoyed this months writings, because I honestly have. There is something powerful in words, but also powerful in taking those words and making something new. I hope it isn't too trite. It is (gaily) from my heart.

Enjoy, Dear Readers!


There is an eternal feeling in what
you know to be unconditional--
its a love borne of patient grace,
that finds its way back home to
what is better known as
a heart still beating.
My heart is real,
you are real. 
I see

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #30: (dancing on the moon)

Word prompts: ecstatic, exuberance, joyful, celebrate, on cloud nine

Let's just  say that today's poem about joys and ecstatic beauty is fueled, as often is, the sadness that precedes it. I actually wrote a Pleiades, a 7-line poem with 6-syllables in each lines; based on the Greek Myth of the Pleiades, the seven sisters of Atlas and Pleione. It is also a star formation made up of about 500 stars, although only 9 to 12 of them can actually be seen and only 6 at a time.

I'll let the poem speak for itself. Dear Readers. Enjoy!

A Journey Begins...

Somewhere beginnings are
full of ecstatic joy,
leaning heavily on
knowledge that came before.
I know that to begin
there is sadness behind
celebratory steps.

Monday, October 29, 2018

OctPoWriMo #29: (by the numbers)

Topic: pick a number, write a poem!

1 - unity
2 - duality
3 - spiritual/mystical
4 - universal
5 - human life
6 - perfection
7 - lucky
8 - auspicious
9 - pain/sadness
0 - nothingness

I knew where this was going as soon as I saw the post. Once I read the post, I figured I would have to pull out my favourite nerd reference from Douglas Adams. The number 42, which is the supposed answer to the the Question "What's the meaning of Life?"

The computer Deep Thought postulated that 42 was the answer, without giving an explanation. I never understood why, but I always thought that his must have meant something by 42. The simplest answer is the 42 means whatever you want it to mean. so, to ask the question, what is the meaning of life? Well, whatever you what it to mean gives you a chance to make life whatever you want.

I also believe that the world and the universe is filled with duality: good vs. evil; black vs. white; or day vs. night. That means that I could take the two sides and make them whatever I wanted them to be. That is how today's poem was born.

It is free verse and open to interpretation, but I like that, so it stays!

Universal Duality

Call me universal duality--
where I can be anything
or anyone;
or flip me 
because of my dual nature,
I can be good or bad.

For good,
I want the  world,
at my fingertips,
counting the possibilities
of storytelling
and building mythologies.

Of the bad,
Make me choose
and you will find me
not so agreeable
nd your head upon a platter.

The choice--
it is always my own,
not owing to anyone.
My happiness is here,
within reach

And I am the potential,
I am the universe,
I am the dual goddess,
I am 42.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #28: (split in two)

Word prompts: broken,  dilemma, choice,  chasm,  schism

When At The Fork You Come To

Make me choose, you say
To cross the broken bridge there,
maybe I won't go.

No where do I feel
safe that was long since lost to
dilemmas now here.

When I once knew why,
The schism of my world
Has left me alone.

To forge ahead that
Which I have long since reclaimed,
No more split in two.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

OCtPoWriMo Day #27: (what colour is it?)

Word Prompts: color, shade, tone, color theory, design

Concept: Synesthesia

I took a bit of liberty today, Dear Readers. After a particularly long week and and a lot of thinking, and there has been a lot of thinking this month. Okay, mostly because I have been writing poetry, but it does make one consider a number of things, like today's prompt.  I have been into Marina and the Diamonds since she first hit Youtube some nine years ago. She mentioned having synesthesia, the ability to see sounds as colours is the most common. It means that the sensation of one sense is interpreted by other sense, causing a whole new sensation. this concept fascinates me as I don't readily experience this. I think sometimes if I am really tired, I can interpret things differently; as a writer I love to explain how someone who is blind can explain (or know) what the colour blue is, a deaf person explaining what Mozart's symphonies sound like, or someone with sensory issues how silk feels to their skin.

Today's poem finds a little more of how we can understand the things that are understandable, to us, or to other people.

The Unseen Senses

Can you tell me
what I want to know
the colour,
and tone
of things with no colour.

Tell me what 
shade of colour 
a song is
or mauve;
the way the colour
feel or tastes, 

I don't think I know,
ask the synesthesiaiac
and they'll tell you 
the colours
of music notes.
How they, 
taste upon their tongue,
or even what they feel like.

A song,
that tastes like melted chocolate,
or a book's verse that
feels like silk on soft skin.

How do you explain 
the unseen senses?

Friday, October 26, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #26: (inside out)

Word prompts: open, secret, introspective, reveal, and discover

So, I usually will write a sonnet if prompted, but today read super busy,  and a lot of stuff is going.  To say that it is bad or good, I cannot decide. There has been a goodly amount of ephipanies that I can only look on these experiences fondly. Today's poem is a form  that I have grown to love and it speaks volumes.  Please, enjoy,  Dear Readers.

See You

What I need now
Is to tell you how I feel
From the inside out

Thursday, October 25, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #25: (door goes both ways)

Word Prompts: both ways, open, in and out, chances, giving, receiving

Suggest poetic form: A Triquain; poetic form used: A Double Tetractys

Tetractys consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one  verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also
be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Double Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1

Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10

I am super happy with how this one turned out. The downside, is I used a tetractys instead of a triquain. Oh well, maybe next time! I love the flow of the form, and the syllables action lends itself to a lot of possibilities.

Chasing Chances

floating up,
dizzying like
multi-coloured balloons loose in the wind,
and suddenly my childhood coming back
find me chasing
chances as
you do,

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

OctPowriMo Day #24: (opening)

Tonight's poem is simple because I ran out of time. Please enjoy, Dear Readers!

Word Prompts: outside, unlocked, fling, freely, gape

Opening the Soul

Open wide the doors
the sun has freely risen
fling aside your cares

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #23: (see me)

Suggested Poetic Form: Haibun

A poem that uses prose blended with a haiku to tell a story about the subject matter. I was surprised by how easy it was to connect the two forms. Might actually be a new favourite. I need to experiment with the form some more, I think it lends itself to storytelling. I can see haibuns used in stories to help make a point.

Word Prompts: beneath, uncover, clear, unspoken, truth

Something in this month is leading me to deeper personal truths and some growth. I like to keep a bit secret, so I won't explain it, but let you see what you can devise. I would love a comment or two about what today's poetic fodder means, Dear Reader. I like to spark discussion, so have at it.

This is my course correction!

Course Correction

There is a certain sadness when the song come on the radio. Clear melody echoing around me. This reminds me of the obvious truth; slowly turning the dial; the apartment fills up with silence. It has been a  long time since I walked this hallway, which is normally filled with noise.  Today, it is  different. With the radio finally silent, I slowly step into  the hallway; footsteps echoed deep as I finally reach the door. It is not  locked.

The farthest distance--
never traveled in the noise
now, ready to leave.

Monday, October 22, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #22: (betrayal)

Poetic Form: Palindrome Poem is a poem that read forwards and backwards while still conveying a meaning and purpose within the poem. Each line in the first half of the poem is mirrored in the second half of the poem.

I have written a lot of personal poetry this month, and though the admission of betrayal, whether of self, or another, I want to stick to a generic revelation, and a betrayal within the revelation. A palindrome seems most fitting as you can reading it forwards and backwards, and still get the same idea.  Because like revelations and betrayal, sometimes they can be read, discovered going forward, or going back.

How's that for a deep subject, Dear Readers?

Seriously, this poem took a while to grow, and I reeeeeeeally wanted to use the palindrome poem as the form for today's poem. I hope you get something out of it.

I also took a liberty, and used different tenses in the beginning and ending of the poem. I think you'll see why...

Word prompt: betrayal, deception, dishonesty, duplicity, lying

Alternate word prompts: forgiveness, mercy, grace, loyalty, honesty

Inner Voice Says Forgiven

Have you known
there is fear, 
nothing is greater.
your own self.


Self, own your
greater is nothing.
Fear is there,
knew you have

Forgiven, says Voice Inner

Sunday, October 21, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #21: (how will you know)

Word Prompts: Questioning, Deciding, Choices, Love or Lust, Feeling

Today's poem brought to you by the Choice and the Feeling of today's subject. This month has been challenging me is a lot of different ways. Today's is free verse and the realization right after waking up from a nightmare. Don't think it is autobiographical, or maybe part of it is. It is born of the dark places where we hide, and the choice to leave those dark places for something better.  A sign (Signal) of hope!

Enjoy, Dear Readers.

When You Choose

There is a split second
feeling in the dark,
when you don't know
what's next,
what's around the corner.
Maybe you are afraid,
monsters in the dark
maybe the truth
that you don't want to see.

That moment,
taking that first step
out from the dark
the light.

Saturday, October 20, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #20: (time stand still)

Word Prompts: moment, hours, minutes, clock, hourglass, future, past, present, chronology

Poetic Form: Loop Poetry. No  restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes  the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first  word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line
4. This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is abcb.

My fancination with time is apparent and loop poetry is fun, especially at 11:56 pm. Enjoy, Dear Readers!

Clock Ambitions

Minutes ticks by
By my reckoning the past has
Has long past me by
By yours, you've barely noticed whereas;

A moment will pass--
pass me the future that I want,
want to give it a try,
try to make something nonchalant.

So, in the present I stay,
stay where I am safe anyhow
safe from the future that comes
comes at the moment presented now.

Friday, October 19, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #19: (what do you want)

Word Prompts: desire, questioning, search, doubt, fulfill

This month has lead me on a merry chase with my emotions and a little bit of self-discovery. Okay, maybe a lot more self-discovery, but in some ways I am happier because of it. Today's prompt felt a little like synchronicity. Like I needed to declare my intentions and then I could move forward. I've know what I wanted for a about two years, though it starts to germinate in 2011. Today's prompt makes me want to keep reaching, to not give up, and to even settle for anything.

Tell Me What You Want

That which you desire
is birthed of doubt and passion--
your right to fulfill.

Thursday, October 18, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #18: (once upon a time...)

Word Prompts: magic, enchantment, spell, fascination, prestidigitation, hocus pocus, conjure

Poetic Form: Fable

It's story time! I don't have too much to say, but this is my fairy tale. A mythology in the making.

Enjoy, Dear Readers!

Upon Once Her Time

Once upon a time...
there was one so fair
that she did stare within mirrored frames
to she truly how fair she was.
she painted her face
to match what mood others wanted to see,
though she never believed.

Conjuring up enchantments for 
others to see,
but leaving nothing left for her.
Weaving the stories,
filled with magical creatures,
and adventure beyond anything;
the the delight of children's laughter
and comedic mirth.

A whole still sat,
like one of her enchantments,
until one day
a book left on her doorstep,
with the word, Abracadabrah!

And poof!
a chariot driven by badgers
and pulled by dragons,
a note saying Follow! This way.
And there by the end of everything,
there was everything she had every wanted
brought to her
in a happy ever after.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #17: (madness)

Word Prompts: madness, craziness, insanity, reigns, rains, reins

Madness makes the things feel realer, harsher, more passionate. Today's prompt is about madness; I wrote it to be a realization that born from the madness is peace. Thoughts, Dear Reader? How do you feel before a huuuuge cry, or how about afterwards? i think fro the strongest emotions comes the understanding, compassion, and peace that you would get with the more simpler emotions. It is the raw passion madness that brings the most clarity. At least I found.


And yes, I did put all of the rains/reigns/reins into one poem... See you that and raise to a philosophy written into a poem. :-)

Logical Madness

in the middle of the rain
when no one can see me cry
saltwater, blurring together, 
with rainwater, there is madness.

told to rein in my emotions--
overacting and all that 
bullshit that comes with
caring, or pretending to...

Insanity so reigns this place
and maybe after all
there is peace to be won
inside of the crazy.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

OctoPoWriMo Day #16: (when I fall)

Suggested Poetry Form: Terzanelle  which is a 19-line poem with the following rhyme patter, and (A,B,A - b, C, B - c, D, C - d, E, D - E, F, E - f, A, F, A), and a choice of two different endings (#1 - f, A, F, A or #2 - f, F, A, A).

Word Prompts: strength, vulnerable, insight, bonds, obstacles

Dear Readers, today brought a lot of thoughts to my grey matter, a lot of which wasn't always the most pleasant. Sometimes writing isn't happy, sometimes it is sad, or at least reflective. Today's poem is very reflective of the last month and a half. When I thought of today's prompt, I thought about the moments before you fall. Those moments when you think you are safe, but then there comes the fall. What thoughts are running through your head as the fall grows closer, or apparent?

I hope you leave with a bit of hope at the poem's fall, Dear Readers. A fall, I think, most of us has experienced at one time or other.

Bound Within

Bound within my own chains
In this prison of my own,
bound within my own chains.

So much more prone
to the failings of the World
in this prison of my own.

Where I often lie curled
in a haven of my creation
to the failings of the World.

Set guard the Gryphon,
to keep my peace safe
in a haven of my creation.

When come the smallest waif
to break my guard and
to keep my peace safe.

It will make a stand
bound within my own chains
to break my guard and
bound within my own chains.

Monday, October 15, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #15: (umbrella)

Word Prompts: umbrella, shield, shelter, cover, protection

Poetic Form: free verse

I am going to let the poem speak for itself.

It is dedicated to those who struggle (myself included), whether with umbrellas or with life. If you struggle just know that someone will catch you.

Don't forget to ALWAYS be kind, because someone, somewhere is always struggling with something.


I don't want to get wet.
It melts what is left
and I can't afford a new one.

What is left 
is all I have to work with
and I am lost amongst the raindrops.

Struggle with my umbrella,
as the rain falls down,
blurring salt tears and rain.

Broken as my umbrella appears to be
I need shelter before;
I cannot keep the rain out.

Sunday, October 14, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #14: (if I were me)

Word Prompts: being yourself, authentic, lost, found, truly me

Poetic Form: haiku

Something simple tonight. Not feeling great, but too stubborn to give up. A little uplifting words for y'all, Dear Readers.

When I'm the real me
world is suddenly bigger
I'm no longer lost.

Saturday, October 13, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #13: (if I were you)

Word Prompts:     should, might, consider, absolute, discover

Poetic Form: Blitz


Consider this
Consider that
That i want to
That I know
Know my worth
Know my truth
Truth of your choices
Truth of yourself
Yourself is what
Yourself is you
You have to choose
You have to be
Be alone
Be together
Together at a party
Together without
Without knowledge
Without passion
Passion  alone cannot
Passion is the spark
Spark what you love
Spark the fire
Fire up the muse
Fire up your drive
Drive into the mountains
Drive into the unknown
Unknown fears, yes
Unknown journey
Journey into
Journey with me
Me is what
Me is not you
You are on a path
You can choose
Choose what you what
Choose your happy
Happy to be alive
Happy in the knowing
Knowing what you want
Knowing where you're going
Going onto the next
Going somewhere (42)
Somewhere near)
Somewhere far
Far away
Far to go
Go ahead
Go now

Friday, October 12, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #12: (tortured)

Word Prompts: afflicted, excruciating, torment, agonizing, distress

Poetic Form: Senryu (like a haiku, but focuses on human emotion. Users the metered pattern 5, 7, 5.

This one will be easy,  as today was one of dollar days. I sure can write a poem about torture. I won't explain what the poem is about.  I will say that I know many people who have felt,  had felt it before,  and continue to feel it. It is a common feeling,  and one that I have learned to let happen,  as I usually does my way out again.

Enjoy! And know that I do see you. And I love you.

Dark Days

Afflicted I am
Engulfed in distress I feel
In torment I am.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #11: (falling through the cracks)

Poetry Form: Cascade

Word Prompts: unexpected, imperfection, slipping, with new eyes, begin again

I possibly found a new favourite form. Cascade is similar to a pantoum, using repeating lines, but this time each stanza ends with the following line, starting from the top of the poem (a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C). It reminds me of a waterfall, which is likely how it got its name. Today's prompt is one about finding something perfect in the imperfect. Beauty within the ugly. Noticing something familiar in something you never saw before.

The title is a play on the setting of the poem and the finding of the lost. Probably a little silly, but the concept following me home and stayed for tea.

Bus and Found

Finding the missing piece of
A puzzle all but completed,
but only one eye is opened.

Recognizing within reflections
of the stranger across aisle,
finding the missing piece of

that you never knew was missing.
The unexpected smile and new eyes,
a puzzle all but complete.

Maybe a compliment on your shirt,
or what music are you listening to,
but only one eye is opened.

Before you know it, your stop is here
and the parting of the ways
recognizing within reflection

a kindred spirit that was found
in the most extraordinary places
of the stranger across the aisle.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #10: (dancing on air)

Word Prompts: Euphoric, Dance, In the clouds, Delight, Joy

Poetic Form: Con-Verse; rhyme scheme as aa,bb,cc,dd,ee / meter as 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11

Second Feud

In a moment I forgot 
of time, all that I was taught.

That when you acquire some joy
that time becomes a jester's ploy.

Stealing moments away in delight
like a ravenous dragon to fight.

Because a euphoric love came to play
and time was left, of course to run away.

A mocking poem about how the feelings and time can be at odds. Can you see what I do with that? Who are my characters in this poem? What do you think, Dear Readers? This form is a rhymed and metered form, which is a challenge, because I have to have,, and count EVERY lines syllables. 'Twas a bit o' work, but methinks it indeed worked.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #9: (love)

Poetic Form: haiku

I really was at a loss for love tonight. It isn't for a lack of love, but it's for the small things that make us, myself included, feel loved. Today's poem is just that simple; love shown in the simplest way(s). How do you show you love someone in the simplest ways, Dear Reader? I usually buy someone their favourite coffee, with all of their favourite additions; do their dishes; give them a random present because the pig earrings remind you of them.

Just Take It

That moment when you
find there is one last donut--
they didn't eat it.

Love is taking the last donut left for you!

Monday, October 8, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #8: (moments of madness)

Poetic Form: Blitz Poem.

Word Prompts: Obsessed, Crazed, Troubled mind, Yes and No, Up and down

I think the poem speaks for itself, Dear Readers. I hope you enjoy the

Madness in Love

Turn around
turn back
Back in time
Back to the beginning
Beginning of...
Beginning to end
End of the past 
End of the future
Future begins
Future starts
Starts at the
Starts with ending
Ending the story
Ending the party
Party on
Party forever
Forever is infinity
Forever young
Young is wasted
Young is potential
Potential to make
Potential to die
Die in the darkness
Die in the fire
Fire the rifle
Fire burning bright
Bright is the light
Bright without darkness
Darkness is cozy
Darkness is death
Death is cozy
Death only the word
Word tells the story
Word is knowledge
Knowledge from writing
Knowledge from the teacher
Teacher finds student
Teacher learns to...
To know
To grow
Grow from a seed
Grow from your story
Story to tell
Story I tell
Tell me a story
Tell me the truth 
Truth about me 
Truth about you

Sunday, October 7, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #7: (unsent letters)

I don't have it in me to write serious today. The simple fact is the world is shit right now. We have to figure out how to fix it, and because of the face, i don't want to think to heavily. I will say, PLEASE REGISTER TO VOTE, and PLEASE GO VOTE on NOVEMBER 6th (in the United States, I mean).

Okay, with that being said (I promised myself I will do my part for this year's election), now is the time to write all those unsent letters in my head. That is probably is a really long list and I am tired today, so I will stick to the most important of letters to write. This letter is written in haiku. A simple three line poem with a metered form of 5, 7, 5; usually with a humorous or inspirational intent. i am still learning the fine art of the humorous haiku.

Today I present something that I know is so terrible important for many of us. Something that I think people are afraid to talk about. I'll be the first. Please leave me a comment on your thoughts about this serious topic. Enjoy, Dear Readers.

Upon  a Shelf

Dear Lay Potato Chips,

Why is there always
a pocket of air in your bags
the size of a state?

Chip Muncher

Saturday, October 6, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #6: (conquered)

Poetic Form: Rondeau

Word Prompts: worth the fight, victory, battle, forever, together

A French form, the Rondeau is almost meant to be sung with its rhymed  and repetition form. There are three (3) stanzas within the form: a quintet (5), quatrain (4), and a sestet (6) and a rhyme scheme of aabba aabR aabbaR. There are refrain lines at lines 9 and 15, the ends of the second and third stanzas.

Truthfully, Dear Readers, I need to be honest, I don't like rhyme. I do it because some form dictate that I rhyme, but really I would prefer not to rhyme. I am NOT Dr. Seuss. But I will say that rondeaus are a better form to write, as least for me. There is something with today's poem, or maybe in rondeaus, or maybe both. I am thinking of protest ballads, chants, marches. In today's world it is common, but very necessary.

When I go for my daily runs, I will often post about my battle cries. It motivates me, and I hope to motivate others. That is why I make battle cry into one word: Bacttlecry. It is not just a hash tag, but a way of life, for me anyway. Today is a battlecry!

Whatever your political leaning, I hope you take something from today's offering.


Modern Battlecry

Listen now, my children, a story to tell
when the raging storm would not quell,
between the lies whispered in ears
and shouted across the mainframe tiers,
that make We the People want to rebel.

A battlecry for the masses to impel,
an oral history with morals, they spell
in poetry stirred by balladeers--
    within this Time for Change.

When it is easy to dispel
the ugly and dirty verbal shrapnel,
is when we need those seers,
the verbal bards to write down these years,
these memories from which we dwell
within this Time for Change.

Friday, October 5, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #4: (Denied)

WORD PROMPTS: Denied, Refuted, Rejected, Spurned, Vetoed

Poetry Prompt: Denial

Today is denial and sometimes the timing is right. I recent had a moment; a conversation with Denial about a past relationship. The story is unimportant, but the logic behind it the real reason. I had to heal from this thing that had taken over 10 years of my life, maybe closer to 15 now. I don't hate, or forget this moment, but I do remember it. That is why I had to finally relive it, and to  finally close the door. No ill feeling, not even sadness, just a final sense of peace. I didn't even cry while writing it.

Enjoy, Dear Reader, even if it makes to sad. And leave me a comment on what you think, or what you can relate to.

Conversation with Denial

In the briefest of moment,
the words were said.

You can't take them back!

Speaking of the truth,
words that truly angered.

I can't really tell you!

Cannot imagine how it plays out
thinking it is so easy.

I don't think you ever listened!

A moment of time
so readily burned in effigy.

I wanted to tell you!

Replaying over and over, 
a constant rejection reminder.

My feelings were hurt!

It passes by so quickly,
no real thought was given.

You had my heart!

Cannot be taken back,
nightmares recycled over again.

I will say it now!

Time is supposed to heal wounds,
but sometimes it just bleeds out.

It's over! Goodbye!

In a ponding puddle left,
just memories denied.

I'm sorry.

Now, it is too late,
leaving the past alone.


Thursday, October 4, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #4: (strange animals)

Just read the poem! I have no other reason, but I would love your thoughts on it, please. It is a writer's prerogative to write strange poems under strange circumstances.

Word prompts: polychromatic, fright, striped, armoured, disturbed

Strange Tea Time

Imagine a Axolotl having tea
with a Naked Mole Rat,
quite the sight you say?
Or are you disturbed?

Hold tight, lemme me explain...

Where animals of every kind,
brought together
to discuss the state of affairs
or new books on the bestsellers list,
holding tiny tea cups.

Only the beginning,
when in walks a Turkey Vulture
dressed to the nines,
bearing a cake for dessert.
"Never you worry," he says,
"It is red velvet,
because vultures love cream cream frosting."

The Turkey Vulture says he's waiting
for the Sea Bunny to arrive,
whose bringing a game of Parcheesi.

"Ah, yes," cooed the Axolotl and
Naked Mole Rat,
"then we will have enough to play."

Thank you Google Image Search!!!

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #3: (Insecurities)

Poetic Form: Florette

Word Prompts: doubt, trust, overcome, embrace, secure

Call Them What-ifs!

When I am most alone, you know
when now they become a known foe;
and called the mighty doubt demons.
They practice at my expense, one art of show.

I am left to secure again
hijinx that they have begun then,
my own trust it seems they play at--
games of old-fashioned keep away, I will not play.

An easy topic to brainstorm on, but not so easy to write when present with a challenging florette. A poem of at least 2 four line stanazas  with the following rhyme and meter scheme - a,a,b,a; and 8,8,8,12.

I do not like it Sam-I-Am, I do not like one little bit. But, I wrote it anyway. Please leave me an honest comment, good or bad, constructive is the best. Florettes are not my forte, and I need a reason to wrote more. Maybe, Dear Readers if you give me a topic to wrote a florette about I will try again.

Meaning I want to try again, so please give me suggestions to try. No topic is too strange! I'm written a sonnet about Russell's Teapot for Pete's sake. In the meantime, please enjoy my florette.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #2: (Sing)

Word Prompts: sing, redrafts, practice, scribbles, loving

Poetic Form: Tanka or Cinquain

A Tanka is a metered poem, following the style of the haiku, but adding two 7 syllable lines after the standard haiku (5/7/5/7/7). I wasn't really inspired to write a poem with this until I watch a video, randomly, mind  you, of Jim Henson's colleagues singing his favourite songs at his memorial. The one song that stood out was "Just One Person". The words are simple, but the message is strong, and after this past month, it was a solid reminder that I do have believe who believe in me. "If just one person believes in you, deep enough and strong enough, believes in you, hard enough and long enough, before you know it...two whole people believe in you..." May I present my offering to the to goddess and muse, Erato, of the Lyric Poetry.

That One Moment

Singular moment--
when the swelling bridge begins
and there are no words,
your heart knows what it's doing,
"If just one person believes..."

There is not much more to say, Dear Readers. Thank you!

Thoughts on Failure, Movement to the Future.

I don't think a single person like the thought of failure; I know I don't.

But, there is something about the act of failing that I think is necessary. This doesn't mean that you SHOULD go looking for failure, but go looking for how to be better.

Failure is what makes a person determined to succeed, to try again, right?

That statement was not one that I easily came to, Dear Readers. If you had asked me what I thought if failure three years ago, or as far back as 2010 (that's seven years ago), I would have told told you that failure is the worst thing in the world. That it was a sign that you probably should try something else. That you weren't good enough. Maybe that you (or myself since I am talking about a specific thing) weren't cut out for what ever it was you (or I) failed at.

Something else to consider, Dear Readers; that failure makes us see what we are really good at and pushes us to makes those things, those talents stronger. I mean, I have been a writer, and poet since high school, but it wasn't until sometime after 2010 that I actually felt like I was a writer. I think it is because I never really failed at writing up until that point, or maybe never really tried to be a writer. Could even be both, as it amounts to the same thing; I never tried to published my writing, I never revised my writing, I never put my writing out in the world for others to read.

The only difference from that time  in the late 90s to to the present (2018) is that I've failed. I've failed to meet deadlines. Failed to win a contest; failed to revised a piece of writing; failed to edited a piece of writing properly; or failed to achieve funding on a Kickstarter project, twice.

What I HAVE done is to show my writing to my editor. I have one now; to take his suggestions; to let others read my writing, not just as a casual reader, but as Beta Readers, with the harsher criticisms that comes with having Beta Readers. I tried new ways of revising and editing; actually seeing my writing, my stories, from the Objective, not Subjective viewpoint; submitting my writing to online journals, contests, and putting my writing online for others to read; or even trying to Kickstarter funds to , GASP, self-publish my own literary magazine.

I have failed a lot.

But, I have also succeeded!

My first Kickstarter back in January of THIS YEAR, failed to make funding, but I was given some advise and suggestions about promoting the project, time of year to run the project, and content of said project. So, I tried again in April. While I was re-structuring my Kickstarter, I tried something new, I developed a PDF version of the literary magazine to see if it could be done with the resources I had available. It was! I raised funding for the first two issues of what became my literary magazine, "Stories to be Told".

Now, when I thought I had it figured out, I didn't. It appears my third time up to bat at Kickstartering was ALSO a failure. But it wasn't for naught, because  this summer I began to think about how I more a sustainable means to fund my projects, whether it was more issues of "Stories to be Told", or maybe launch my children's books, or my podcast I had been developing. I have so many stories, both completed and incomplete, of stories, poems, or plays laying around that I could certainly keep the mantle of Writer (with a capital W).

This is what I wanted to do with my life; I wanted to write stories, tell stories, and share them with the world.

All this means, Dear Reader is that I have to fail sometimes, well, I have to fail a lot. Sometimes I have to struggle. A fan base, a readership doesn't start out like a Neil Gaiman or a Stephen King, heck it doesn't even start out like an Emily Dickenson, J.R.R. Tolkien, or C.S Lewis for that matter. When you are an Unknown, you have to start at the bottom. You have to build your trust and interest. Sometimes your Twitter followers will increase by 1000 overnight, and a week later you'll lose 950 of them. Sometimes you will lose readers just by doing what you normally do, putting out new content, a new newsletter, or just tweeting about a new book from a fellow author; sometimes the muse will not visit you when you are trying to meet a deadline; or sometimes you will feel that all of your talent is a sham, that you were wrong to go into this career.

These are all very real feelings, thoughts, that I and countless other writers have felt at one time or another. The point is to tell you (and myself), that the failures you encounter are there to push you; to test you; to help you be the best writer, chef, stage manager, Literal Video producer, or gamer that you can be. True, it might be that you decide that isn't for you, but maybe, just maybe you'll find that you still want to tell stories, direct plays, produce Literal Videos; you will take your failures and make them successes.


I may have failed at this Kickstarter  for Issue Two of "Stores to be Told", but now I'm launching my Patreon, "My Mythologies" to keep my stories, my literary magazine, podcast, children's books alive. I know I will struggle and likely, I will fail again, but I will also succeed. I have already succeeding in much since I started on this path. I am a stronger writer and a MUCH BETTER business woman than I was in 2017.

Failure, to me, means success, by way of taking the longer road to get where I was going.

If you want to learn more, please check out my Patreon: My Mythologies, my Website, my Soundcloud, and my Youtube Channel for more content. This blog is still up and running. I am in the middle of OctPoWriMo. Here, There be a Writer is evolving, please come back and see whatg I have in store for the future.

Thanks for reading!


Monday, October 1, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #1: (Surrender)

It is fitting that I return to this blog in October for OctPoWriMo (October Poetry Writing Month), and it is fitting that this is the 4th year of my friendship with the musketeers: Athos, Aramis, and D'Artagnen , with me as Porthos). This poem is for them, and you know who you are!!!

Topic: Surrender

Word Prompts: Open, Feel, deep, be, Self love

Poetic Form: Free Verse

I don't really dig free verse anymore. I loved it in high school; I wrote of it is college, but now I prefer writing in poetic forms all sorts. Something I have learned about writing is that you sometimes need to return to what you knew back in  the day. So, today, Dear Readers, I return to free verse for OctPoWriMo Day #1.

Today's poem is about that special type of love, Self Love, and discovering it. It is a hard love to find, but it is a beautiful and wonderful love. I hope you enjoy, Dear Readers.

Self Loving Title

I thought of the time before,
will it even be the same?
I thought I couldn't love again,
it will never be the same!
I wanted the what was most easy,
what had always been, you know.
I needed what was most difficult,
the strange and different than I knew.
I wanted to feel,
I wanted to be open,
I wanted love,
I wanted to be...

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