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#NaPoWriMo All My Relations
April 2, 2018
The grandmothers
What do you think you learned studying our family history?
Have you reached conclusions about the nature of human existence?
I believe the most pertinent thing I have learned is about delusion
We stay in deep canyons of ignorance in groups habitually
Are you saying we are all ignorant, or that you are so enlightened?
Not at all, dear ancestors, for my own generation I am frightened
Have you seen how the people are destroying Mother Earth?
You should know that this battle began in earlier centuries
That you choose what role you play by the company you keep
All your relations continue to speak directly to your soul’s mysteries
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This is day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month. Join the fun all over the internet by following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo2018. Meet poets from around the world and submit your own work here. Let yourself bust a rhyme. Now is the time!!
#NaPoWriMo2018 Nature Speaks
April 1, 2018
cactus in bloom
penstemon
Placing emphasis on the response we linger over words
That will pass over the heads and minds of others
The spark of imagination was kindled by the firebird
The same mythical phoenix that spoke to our mothers
Our native tongue has been twisted, distorted by lies
It is up to us to bring back the language of the skies
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This is the first day of National Poetry Writing Month. I write 30 poems in 30 days each April to honor my famous ancestor poets. Join the fun with poets from all over the world here. Read, write, rap, and have some fun with words this month!!!
#WritePhoto Dark Matrix
March 1, 2018
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dark-hills
Rolling hills in memory’s vault of treasure
Go on forever, leading to paths of pleasure
That end on the shores of the deepest sea
Surrounded by deserts without a single tree
The wasteland is dark with shadows of dread
No fauna, no flora, are found as we are lead
Closer to the truth , to the peace of the dead
This dark little poem was written in response to this week’s photo prompt in Sue Vincent’s Echo. Join us every Thursday for a new photo to inspire prose, poetry, or reading pleasure. It is fun to see all the different responses.
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#WritePhoto Dusk Dancing
February 22, 2018
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Dusk
Dancing while the sun disappeared, under a cloudy sky
We never saw it coming, and were shocked as it went by
Some thought it was a dragon, some saw a giant fox
At first we thought it was a trick of the light, a mirage
The silence covered us like a heavy hanging mystery
We stood on the shore expecting a character from history
To descend on our party to pardon our sins and omissions
To make it all better, to save us, to improve our conditions
We waited in vain for prophecy or guidance to appear
As darkness fell on the crowd, desperation became fear
Down the road in pitch black night the footsteps returned
To home, the safety of the hearth, where fire still burned
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This is a response to this week’s photo prompt by Sue Vincent on the Echo. Please join us each Thursday for a new prompt and the opportunity to read or submit your own piece inspired by her intriguing photography.
#WritePhoto Crow Games
January 11, 2018
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crow
Our position has been discovered by the crows
Someone left a shiny piece of aluminum foil
On the ground next to the campfire last night
This morning we are surrounded by the curiosity
Of these black inspectors who went through our packs
Looking for treasures they could stash for later
Finding our party lacking in basic bling they demanded
That we surrender the rest of our food to them
Tormenting us with a screeching cacophony of bird anger
They let us know what a tremendous disappointment
We have been to them by pecking out our eyes
The sky went dark just before the explosion
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This little ditty was composed in response to this week’s photo prompt in Sue Vincent’s Echo. Please join us to read, write, comment and enjoy different takes on this weekly photo.
#WritePhoto Mystical Window
January 4, 2018
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winter-roseIn deepest slumber on the coldest night of my life
I was shown a vision with no explanation or key
A window appeared to float above my dreaming soul
It beckoned me to gaze into the unknown to learn
Why our daily lives now are so deeply troubled
Roses, symbols of love and sainthood, bloomed
Still somehow danger and decay very closely loomed
I woke in a cold sweat without a clue to what it all meant
#writephotoThis short poem is a response to the photo prompt this week on Sue Vincent’s Echo. Every week Sue post a new image to inspire writing. Please join us to read, comment, or write your own interpretation.
Path Through Darkness
December 26, 2017
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darkness and light
Dangerous winds whistled in from the south with news
That change was in the air and revolutions brewed
In the darkness spies crawled into town like snakes
Slithering around the gossiping crowd, those slimy fakes
Gathered intelligence they planned to use in the war
Dust clouds on the horizon brought a shivers and fear
The future loomed so crazy, but there was nowhere
Left for anyone to go but there
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Phantom Dreams
December 12, 2017
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dreamscape
Dim lighting in the hallway that leads to the chamber
Where dreams become part of the sequence of life
Sleeping sprits ignite the vapors of memory contained
Within a secret dark closet under the stairway of memory
The crowded shelves of images and words are dusty
Brought into focus only during the deepest slumber
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Silent Drift
December 1, 2017
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Amos 5:24
The squeeze is on the middle class, the workers’ families
Will be brought up to sacrifice for the war machine
The overlords hold education over the heads of the population
Bringing slavery into closer focus for specific purposes
The reign of ignorance and terror begins in the classroom
But ends with the death of liberty and justice for all
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Seasonal
November 29, 2017
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garden
Cascade of frozen memories falls over the season
Winter darkness reminds us of missing elements
Left buried deeply in the past by inherited ideas
Formality frames the passage of time with no insight
