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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.
Wake and take in the surroundings, sift them through a fine sieve
Look for the truth as it encompasses the conversation and the will
Harmony and dissonance find places in the choir, singing praise and doubt
Words without meaning come pouring out of mouths fed with rhetoric
No thinking behind the listless existence slumping along the time line
History will remember how complicated and yet how vapid we have been
Preening our personal images and treasuries for self sustenance
We fail to notice that everything is connected to everything, us included
Tragic environmental horrors are being concocted to torture the future
While we wait for somebody else to be present and stay present in this instant
The poetry party is rolling across the internet in April. Join the fun by submitting a poem, attending a local event, or just reading something new. Find out how to participate at #NaPoWriMo. You may find out that you are a poet!!!
Falling skyward into dream state fairy tale diving deeply
Horror of afterlife/formerlife/continuum takes wings
Unfurling from a tightly fitting sarcophagus wrapped in grace
Signing in to the drifting tide of shifting sands and secrets
The scene is altered when the clouds obscure the day’s sunlight
Lifting shadow into the focus, draping foggy memory with darkness
Long forgotten history influences the way we see past as ladder to future
Much myth surrounds the way we imagine change without effort or will
Down to go up, a bouncing rebound, is the way to the center of things
Perpetual notions of shadow and light require motion as well as presence
What is the hieroglyph that will represent this present moment in time?
Ride the poetry train this April at #NaPoWriMo. 30 poems in 30 days
Withering on the vine the dusty fruit of the season lingers
Waiting to be picked by hungry fingers
Color brightens and signals
The end of the cycle
of life
Painting crimson orange pink blue velvet purple sky
Sunset melts the day, seals the night
Pastels over brilliant hues
Unique curtain closure
daily
Please enjoy the writing of poets around the world this April at NaPoWriMo. Submit your own work or find new poetry you love to read.
Flavor dizzy cells race together then spin apart in a slice of lively colored food
Gearing up for a tango with wine or beer or cocktail medley, served impecably
Sourcing the elements was a task for a magician of presentation so shrewd
The table sparkled with novel and exotic cuisine presented with style innately
Suitable for instagram, twitter and all, these pics will lift the mood
The main thing to capture is imagery, the way the meal is arranged ornately
If the taste lives up to your well focused lunch shots, then you win
Join the #NaPoWriMo poets all month in April to enjoy poetic words from around the world.
Ancestral chieftain ritually bound to honor natural forces
Protect the seasons, the directions, the winds over the seas
Passing that mastery to students of physical magical realms
Thunderous laughter is carried and amplified on the breeze
Followed by flashing bolts of lightening, blinding light overwhelms
Read, write, recite poetry this April. Meet new poets to enjoy here.
Authority can be dangerous when it is placed in the hands of bullies and punks
Thugs enjoy the feeling they have when they frighten and terrify the public
It is time to call out dishonesty and extortion by law enforcement officials
Who break the law and take the law as an excuse to rob society of basic dignity
Hiding behind their badges they misrepresent reality to emphasize their abilities
They have no relationship with the truth, but are overcome with corrupt power
Enjoy reading and creating poetry during the month of April here. Both dark and light poetry can be found. Mine is a bit dark today.
My mother’s sister Ruth had a thick southern accent and her own oxygen tank.
She lived inside her house, dressed in fancy sleepwear and slippers
Her job was that of a full time hypochondriac, sick and tired of everything
Her twin sister also suffered greatly from that malady of imagined illness
Each tried to overstate the case of their eminent demise and terrible suffering
Although they lived hundreds of miles apart, they copied each others’ diseases
It always made me wonder if they had made a pact before birth to be dramatically unwell
Poetry is flowing abundantly during the month of April here. Enjoy reading , writing , or listening to poetry to increase your understanding of your fellow beings.
Passages connect the present to the past, fantasy to reality
Art makes waves in every moment, cascading past boundaries
Did your wishes come true then vanish without sustaining life?
Do you know on what level you made agreements with strife?
Your essence continues to slowly distill itself into a concentrate
Unoriginal thoughts of little value bubble up, then evaporate
Did you think your ride would always be smooth until the end?
Do you possess the stamina to make solemn truth your friend?
Increase your enjoyment of life, art, and creativity by riding the poetry train this April here.
blooming in unison with stars, moons and constellations
each petal says something unique as it opens to the sun
fleeting art of the garden speaks directly to the soul
translation is not needed or available for the subtle message
of color, light, scent, flavor and soft petals dropping to the ground
To ride the poetry train in April check the poet participants’ sites here.