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Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day 18 of 30 Poems in 30 Days - Lyrical Lullaby

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day 18

Count down! Count down! Twelve more days to go! Well, in this poetry challenge at least. I pray that I always have enough poetry to fill each day for the rest of my life. I'm following the prompt again today and guess what? Lullabies are on the menu! To be exact, we are to construct a special lullaby for poets. Here is my offering:

Lyrical Lullaby

Sleep well my brain cells

Go ahead and snooze

Jump over a sheep

And a cloud or two

 

Travel to the Mojave Desert

Swim the Caspian Sea

Juggle happily like a circus clown

Just remember to come back to me

 

But before you do

Wind surf and sail

Build colorful memories

That make great tales

 

Then wake me gently

Revive me slow

I'll work you hard, but with purpose

So you can then go dream some more

 

For more delicious servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day 17 of 30 Poems in 30 Days - Loopy Letter

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day 17

Today's poetry prompt seems to have been created with me in mind. Participants of NaPoWriMo are being charged to write an epistolary poem — a poem in the form of a letter. Some of you know that I'm currently working to self publish my novel, Letters to Chyna, which isn't an epistolary novel per se, but does feature several letters that are of high intrigue and importance to the main character.

According to the prompt, in addition to the poem being epistolary, it has to address an inanimate object and also calls for the addition of:

1) a song lyric
2) a historical fact
3) an oddball adjective-noun combination (like red grass or loud silence)
4) a fruit
5) the name of a street in your neighborhood
6) a measure of distance

This was a serious challenge, but I THINK I pulled it off. Please enjoy:

Loopy Letter

Dear Computer Keys,

You have been sticking and locking with great fervor these days. Quite literally you have been acting much like a curmudgeon. Rank and devilish with a touch of grump. I know you take a beating, but your cooperation would be most appreciated as I'm trying to woo and wow a lover with some wonderful words and turns of phrase. 

For example: "I extend to thee a tall glass of love to wash down with your purple bread which will most certainly sustain and fill you with vitality before you partake in the real meal that is me." See? I need you to be smooth in your delivery if I am to complete this correspondence. I want to be the recipient of New York's official flower, the rose, but my words must flow and be filled with color and embellishments as the chap of my affections is of the artsy suit.

I feel as if I'm constantly being misunderstood by you, Mr. Keys, but that should not be. I touch you with rough passion yes, but also love and care. We should be close, but you act as if we are millions of miles away from one another. We are one, I am an extension of you as you are me. If I've hurt you, I apologize. Come, let's get together and be all right.

If you behave I will let you rest for a while and will take my leave of you for a spell. I'll walk a few miles to West End Avenue and pass by the fruit stand. There is a pomegranate with my name on it. When I return, I will be more gentle to you. I promise. 

Sincerely,

Me

 

For more delicious servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day 16 of 30 Poems in 30 Days - Wind Surfer

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day 16

Here we are on this beautiful Monday morning gearing up for another week of poetry! I'm feeling refreshed and ready to continue this poetic ride! I've decided to challenge myself by doing more of the poetry prompts, so today's directive is to write a poem using an image for inspiration. There were three pictures posted on the NaPoWriMo site and the one I've chosen is posted above. Please enjoy:

Wind Surfer

Loaded

Heavy

Wandering sometimes aimlessly

Light

Rocking to and fro

Filled with revelers

Loners

Slackers

The wealthy

Poor in spirit

I'm sinking

Rising

Lifted

Sun-soaked

Restrained

I'm alive most

Elevated on sea foam

Sun on my sail

Floating

Roaming

Speeding

Free

For more delicious servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day 15 of 30 Poems in 30 Days - Light Walker

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day 15

Happy Sunday! Fifteen down and fifteen more to go! I'm jazzed that I am at the mid-point of this poetry challenge. Do you ever look at your life and see that it's not where you want it to be, but you are amazed at how far you've come and even though you may be having a setback, you still have great optimism for your future because you know you are a child of God? Well, that's how I'm feeling, so today's piece was written in the vein of a gospel song and I'm giving God all of the praise! I hope this coming week brings you all closer to your dreams! I will be coming at you with more poetry for the next two weeks, but for now, please enjoy this poem and feel free to sing, clap your hands and stomp your feet while reading. He is worthy to be praised! 

Light Walker

Thank you Jesus for my he(ART)!

Thank you Jesus for my soul!

Thank you Jesus for my feet!

Thank you Jesus for my nose!

 

I'm walking in your light! (Clap, clap, clap!)

I'm walking in your light! (Clap, clap, clap!) 

 

The only reason that I'm awake

Is because you created day

I just crossed the finish line

But that's because you created time

 

I'm walking in your light! (Clap, clap, clap!)

I'm walking in your light! (Clap, clap, clap!)

 

I'm so blessed to have pretty hair

But I know my God put it there

They also say that I can write

But I hold the pen by his grace of might

 

I'm walking in his light! (Clap, clap, clap!)

I'm walking in his light! (Clap, clap, clap!)

 

Sure as day I get tired

But only God can bring me through the fire

By his side I escape unscathed

Walking tall on the path he laid

 

I'm walking in his light! (Clap, clap, clap!)

I'm walking in his light! (Clap, clap, clap!)

 

So, so glad to give up this fight

God's got it handled, so there is no fright

I can breathe and live in peace

Knowing God's love will never cease

 

God please continue to be my light! 

 

For more delicious servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day 13 of 30 Poems in 30 Days - Before I Take The Mic

 

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day 13

Thirteen straight days of poetry! It's been a joy, a challenge, a means to emotionally purge, pay homage, mourn and laugh. How sweet it is! I hope you enjoy my next piece:  

 

Before I Take The Mic

 

i'm pacing

tracing

orange lines on coloring book pages

breathing in and out

slow

doing hand stands

the blood is rushing

texting

making sex plans

for after the show

i need a release

after i release

honey slides down my throat

tea drips down the cup

staining my jeans

gotta instagram that

tweet it out

see

i'm normal

but the pic

makes even my ordinary

larger than my life

 

before i take the mic

 

i argue

with my son's father

i need to work

you knew what you signed up for

you like the perks

that escalade rides real good

you've never seen steaks that thick

i'm not seeing no one else

i gotta work

it's work

selling dreams 

for the price of admission 

is labor intensive

i'm building worlds up there

mixing colors

throwing paint on pavements

turning dark to light

 

before i take the mic

 

my attorney is producing bail

i'm brushing my teeth with my finger

no paste

just spit

this aint glamorous

just life

my poetic life

my gift is in my throat

not my cerebellum

i don't think

i don't have to 

i have 20 other people to do it for me

my glee lasts for two hours at a time

on stage

under hot lights

the stadium closes

i shut down

you don't know what i have inside

you could never imagine

how hard i've had to fight

 

before i take the mic

 

For more delicious servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day 11 of 30 Poems in 30 Days - A Tumbleweed Rolling

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day 11

I am following the NaPoWriMo poetry prompt today and it calls for writing a poem highlighting the five senses. I bring you:

 

A Tumbleweed Rolling

It bears down hard, but the weight of it rivals that of a dandelion wisp

White, light, airy, filled with seeds of life

Blowing onto and into many lives

It's like a tumbleweed rolling

Enchanting the vision of all who see

 

When unencumbered by complications, it sings rare melodies

Striking a chord, causing a contented soul hum

It makes the heart pump with passion

And fingers tremble at the slightest touch

 

Those who encounter this enigmatic wanderer are entranced

Taken over, scent-bombed and captured

Trapped in a fragrant cage

Pumpkin spice and vanilla surrounds the senses

 

The center of the chained doth salivate

Days on end they dive into the cookery

Tasting the sweetness, decadence and deliciousness

 

Of love 

 

For more sweet and savory servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day 10 of 30 Poems in 30 Days - Sancheeta's Diary

 

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day 10

On day 10 of National Poetry Month, I'm feeling deep pain. I belong to a vibrant and beautiful blogging community that is filled with poets, writers, photographers and other artists and I learned yesterday that we had lost one of our own. A bright light and sensitive soul, Sancheeta Biswas. 

As writers we share our most intimate thoughts, beliefs, desires and wishes along with things we create from pure imagination that have nothing and sometimes everything to do with us. The fun part as a reader is trying to figure out what is true of the writer and what is fiction. As I was only connected to Sancheeta through writing as miles separated us, I can only imagine what her true joys and fears were, but I was indeed blessed to have the connection that I had as she was very supportive of my writing. I will always remember her kind words, thoughtful reflections and most of all her sensitive, sensual and poetic writing. Today's poem is dedicated to her memory and is entitled, Sancheeta's Diary. Sancheeta you will be forever missed dear one.

Sancheeta's Diary

i await her hands

soft and precious

they hold me with great care

 

i anticipate her touch                                        

daily

because when i feel the warmth 

i know

adventure is at hand

 

i travel far inside

the mind of sunny souls

cold black hearts

gold mines

valleys

paradise and back

via her imagination

 

i am always traveling

even though sometimes 

i am still

 

i long

i ponder

where will she take me today

i transport myself in her absence 

into her pysche

 

i am there

one with her

i am the keeper

of her dreams

secrets

admirations

and aspirations

 

i know how dear

she holds her daughter

her family 

and her friends

i know her fears

she teaches

i listen

i learn

i glean

i am in awe

 

i look deep into 

fierce piercing eyes

as she looks deeply

into me to my spine 

after unleashing her thoughts

she seeks answers

i can only provide

an outlet

 

it has been a few days

i long for her fingers

to trace my pages

her smiles to grace 

the ink as it dries

 

her voice echoes loudly

i hear her 

but her form is gone

i weep

my friend is gone

 

but her words remain

to cover the stain

and hole in my heart

i will guard and keep

her treasures forever

 

dear sancheeta

 

For more poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day Nine of 30 Poems in 30 Days - Angelica's Angst

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day Nine 

Happy Monday! It is the ninth day of National Poetry Month! Yes! Today I will attempt to write a persona poem per today's prompt. It's a piece where the poet writes in the voice of another person. Ideally the poem should resemble a dramatic monologue. As a former actress, I think I can do this. The person I've picked is my sister Angela who was a stillborn baby. I love her and miss her each day. Here is:

 

Angelica's Angst 

Your doubts about me are correct. The stories you've been told are all lies.

Stillborn? Really? Is that the best they could come up with? 

Listen closely. I was NOT a stillborn baby.

Nope. 

That was the cleaned up version. A story to cover the lies.

So what's the truth? Hmm, can you handle the truth?

Yes, I'm privy to your Hollywood sayings that become iconic catch phrases.

I am not dead honey. I am very much alive. 

When you giggle, I live.

When you give someone the side-eye, I am breathing. 

Yes, I know your colorful slang too. 

Oh, yeah, well I guess I am side-stepping the truth. 

The truth. 

Reality. 

You really want to know what happened don't you?

What difference would it make?

Would it bring me back?

Would we be able to do each other's make-up and rag on guys?

Would we miraculously merge into best friend's overnight just because I appeared?

Would we?

Why must you know everything? 

Okay, here it is. 

Our mother ravaged her body with toxic substances and as a result I was ravaged with toxic substances. 

I lived but for a short time, but my little body could not withstand all of those chemicals so I died. 

Happy now? 

Does knowing this give you any satisfaction Miss "I Have To Know Everything?"

Okay, let me stop being so mean.

It's not you I am mad at. 

I am upset because I didn't even get the chance to...

I should be over this by now, but I'm not!

I wanted to be a sister, not a memory.

I'm not even really a memory for you am I?

You say you love me, but I know you only say that because of pity. 

You feel sorry for me that I didn't live. 

I feel your guilt sometimes too. You wonder why you escaped the chemicals and I didn't.

You wonder what I look like, what I sound like. 

You cry in your sleep sometimes missing a person you never knew.

I see this and I try to comfort you.

Yes, it was me that day. 

I sat on your bed as you slept. 

I know you felt the weight of me.

I looked at my sister drooling and hogging the bed.

You were probably dreaming a colorful dream and I interrupted it. 

I wouldn't let you wake up. That is against the rules. But I know you felt me. 

I felt you too.

I am there always.

Always there.

 

I am.

Always.

There. 

 

For more delicious servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Sulekha Rawat: Memoirs

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Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn

Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day Eight of 30 Poems in 30 Days - Manna & Moonbeams

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day Eight

Eight days in and the poetry is still flowing and I have God to thank. I also thank him for every blessing he's ever graced me with and those that are on the way. Best wishes to all on this Easter Sunday. Please enjoy:

 

Manna & Moonbeams

You promised me the moon

If I claimed you

The stars and all that they cast light on would be mine

If I claimed you

 

My savior

Prince of Peace

My King

I am not worthy

But I claim you

I am 

Because you are

I breathe because you provide the air

Yes, I claim you

 

Manna now is scarce for some 

Even though they say we live in the best of times

And there is abundance all around

But yet, too, there is lack

 

Grant me the ability to feel full

Even though I may be depleted

Strong despite my weaknesses

Accomplished in spite of my failures

Generous even though I may be poor

 

A jewel is only dust if not recognized by you

So even when I shine, I want not to forget who gives the glow

If I ever put you aside for worldly things I am sorry

I knew not what I was doing

I was not yet who I longed to be

 

Some want the world and all that's in it

I can't claim to be any different

You created beauty that is almost too dear to view

It's tempting

But, what I want most of all

What I need most 

Is manna and moonbeams

Spiritual substance, edification, divine light

For sustenance, fulfillment and guidance

 

I shall reach

Stretch

Endure

Walk

Run

Jump

Extend

Pray

Work

Strive

Believe

Until I am ready to fully receive these holy gifts

 

I ask for your mercy 

As I do all in remembrance of you

 

For more delicious servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Sulekha Rawat: Memoirs

To create…

memoirs of a homemaker

For Jen’s Sake

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Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn

Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day Seven of 30 Poems in 30 Days - Rock, Sugar, Salt

NaPoWriMo 2012 - 30 Poems in 30 Days - Day Seven

Sometimes poetry takes on different meanings for the poet and the reader. This one means just what you think it does. Enjoy: 

 

Rock, Sugar, Salt

texture, form and taste

bond in places

tight

fraught with urgency

 

smooth, hard

some with curves

brown, shades of paleness

multicultural

longing for constant comfort

warmth

acceptance

constrained by cotton

sometimes silk

willful

relentless

leads

never follows

always probing deeper 

insistent 

assertive

stubborn

addictive

 

soft

slick when stimulated

circular

elongated

discerning

accommodating

fond of pearls

holder of jewels

keeper of the king

dismissive

inviting

circle of life

enigmatic

tempermental

high maintainence

thick

white

substantive

lava-like

headstrong

life-juice

damp 

rainbow'esque

always sticks the landing

waits for no man

 

For more delicious servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo! 

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Sulekha Rawat: Memoirs

To create…

memoirs of a homemaker

For Jen’s Sake

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Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn