mermaidcamp
Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
You can scroll the shelf using ← and → keys
You can scroll the shelf using ← and → keys
The key fits the opening of the light between the refracting colors swirling down
Slipping the skeleton into the rainbow takes precision, sophistication and heart
Careful with the riptides, the pirate crew left roaming the beach next to the town
The connection must be complete or the inertia of lazy innacuracy will start
To erode the memory and history of mankind leaving the core of the matter exposed
To elements corosive, destructive, mind numbing, passively aggresively confused
With foundations and structure built on mendacity that has been politically superimposed
The atmosphere, the liquids and all the thoughts, have been examined and excused
April is National Poetry Writing Month, aka #NaPoWriMo. Join the fun reading, writing and living the poetic life. Try something new!!
We find our place by reading the stars, following the charts to the destination
How far must we travel to reach our destiny and our eventual demise?
We loose our way while we become distracted and consumed by hesitation
Does this road lead us home or to a different universe where questions arise
About the nature of this well worn system we have followed blindly into hell?
Escape will be a struggle without the navigation tools we used to get here
It will be impossible to see how we fit in, our belief has fallen under the spell
Of false prophet pretenders telling stories designed to make us shake in fear
This month of poetry writing is soon to end. This year it has gone quickly for me. Find poets to read and enjoy at #NaPoWriMo in April every year. Consider writing some for submission. Join the poetry party.
She slipped in through the open window, the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby Street
Her curls were tangled around her face, her countenance was calm, quiet, and sweet
Her work revolved around the delivery of deep dreams to answer life’s questions
She drew vivid images, symbols within ancient stories containing characters I must meet
Her home is with the Mother Moon, a place where fairies dance, sing, hide, and play
Dream flowers, colored fountains of jasmine scented liquid fill the air with a spray
Intoxicating transforming bolts of light shine out from behind dream boats at the dock
This harbor is a shelter in the storm, granting time to the mariner who may have gone astray
This poem is built around a line I found in another poem, The Rock-A-By Lady, by Eugene Field. In Mr Field’s poem she is covered head to toe in poppies, each of which brings a fleet and tiny dream to her patrons. I like that image very much. Find poems you like this month at #NaPoWriMo where you can find other poets who used this same prompt to write today.
Hanging from the tree to ripen, we fall when we are ready
Weight and pull toward the earth is constant and steady
Without orbit and centrifugal force we could not anchor to the ground
Our voices would float into space leaving no trace, vanishing without a sound
There would be no palpable difference between light and heavy
Our fate is to look up to find the place where divinity is dwelling
Religious orders, creation stories, iconic books are all-compelling
Yet earth itself holds us here with an understanding that we will return
To become dust when the time bell rings and we take our final turn
To bless this grave planet whose great wealth we have been selling
April is a month for poetry writing all over the world. Tune in to #NaPoWriMo to find new poets to read or submit your own work.
Where is the debate avoider
Controlling decider
Heavily armed, obscuring the truth
The invading, occupying force
Following orders that arrive
Trickling down from a wizard figure
Floating out of sight in a balloon
On a vector tangential to reality
Swirling in a vortex of candy coated spin?
The government is flying high on a cloud of delusion
Today’s prompt is to use kenning, a kind of riddle from Norse poetry. Since the elections are upon us during #NaPoWriMo I was inspired to write about the government. Join poets around the world this month reading and writing poetry.
Set your own priorities with no regard for reality or truth
Walk backwards into situations, the blind back of your head leading
Make sure you ignore the voices pleading, the garden in need of weeding
Blame poorly informed decisions and disruptive behaviors on the youth
Take no responsibility for the results of your actions, causes or effects
Turn your face in both directions speaking platitudes while thinking even worse
Ethical boundaries destroyed and forgotten by superstitious unconscious curse
Thoughts drift in the back door of imaginary enemies and fraudulent respects
Join the poetry fiesta all month in April at #NaPoWriMo . Submit your own poems and read the work of other poets.
Stretching out the vocabulary in search of catchy rich phrases to use as bait
To entice the dear reader to click onward with interest and intellectual curiosity
Words that sound funny when spoken are at the top of my title writing lists
These are followed by ironic twists and puns on popular trending events of the day
Alliteration is always appreciated as it is displayed across the stream of options
Decide to read or not to read, the precious investment of attention and time is given
To the words that signal a meaningful moment, a change of perspective, perhaps new ideas
Find poets to follow at #NaPoWriMo in April. Submit poems of your own and experience to joy of writing poetry.
Cucumbers enter the world with special qualties of crunch and quench
Yearning to find the dill, the garlic, and the fancy spices that make them sing
Zesty ballads of pickled adventure, hot, acidic, wild, delivering the punch
Choruses of colorful relishes add new dimentions to dishes on the table
Focus on fine results, packing spears with pickling ingedients full of zing
Salty to the perfect degree, seasoned on purpose, dry chile in each jar
Time spent alone blending harmony of flavors makes pickles the star of lunch
Savor the work of poets from around the world this April. Submit your own poem or find new poets at #NaPoWriMo.
Spring gives us a bounty of berries, bringing a tingle to the tongue
The prescious and fragile dainty fruit goes into a box to travel wide
Ending up in mermaid bars, casinos, hippie vegan food truck rallies
Strawberry creations echo nostalgia, new sensations for the young
Shortcake, ice cream, blintzes, and cobbler are sources of culinary pride
To reign as queen of the spring time desserts classic pastry is required
Butter and flour become pie crust, vessel of perfect hills and valleys
To hold the ruby colored flavor gem delight in a sweet bed of elegance
Enjoy April by savoring some of the poems at #NaPoWriMo. Find new poets and new meaning in writing poetry.
Return the wagon to the stable, sitting still while the wheels look like speed
Red paint and chrome polish reveal a strong need to be admired in the crowd
Having taken up the badge of a hero, our tasks must constantly offer risk
To quiet the spectators, sharpen the sword, and to make the unconscious heed
A supercilious voice shrill, screeching, full of bold preaching, for crying out loud
Beneath the shelter of oblivious patrons of civil duty and artful tax evading dodge
The storm is brewing at the core of the society, hail falls steadily, wind is brisk
Tightrope strung in the path of a tornado, stars stream backdrop, time forgot
Today I took the prompt to write a san san, a form from Chinese involving an intricate pattern. Find your place in a world of poets during April. #NaPoWriMo is the place to look or submit your own work.