And so the challenge today is to write a poem using at least 5 of the following words and phrases: the road less traveled, Plymouth Rock, tissue, taxi, chalkboard, brown-paper package, and yellow brick road.
Thrift Store Poetry
Tag: Creative writing
Poetry doesn’t always make Sense!
Let’s paint a picture with only these colors, if you can!
Sure you can, I dare you. Just open the paint cans of …
I’ll tell you a story it will be about Neptune.
Believe me, please, I have been there and will return soon!
Watched all gingerroot rhizome shooting up from the ground.
The barrier! Protection thickly lacquered around.
Many dingos-like coyotes; sheep’s in wolf clothing
Multiplying like rabbits while moaning and roaming
The dingos are coming as a green light blocked the sun.
The nightmare over and illumination appeared.
I awoke rubbed my eyes, all coyotes disappeared.
Believe me, please, I have been there and will return soon!
Than I’ll tell a story it will be about Neptune.
Something Different in Poetry
We thank Donna Matthews from Go Dog Go Cafe
Tonight’s poetry form is called Kwansaba Poetry. From Brewer, “The kwansaba is a poetic form invented by Eugene B. Redmond in 1995. It was inspired by the seven-day holiday of Kwanzaa, including its seven principles of unity, self-determination, collective work, cooperative economics, purpose, creativity, and faith.”
Here are the guidelines:
- Poem of praise
- Seven lines
- Seven words per line
- No word exceeds seven letters
- Celebration of family and African-American culture
My humble attempt to the challenge can be read below:
Ever love for the human race wins!
A heart filled with wonder and love!
Catch that smile from me to you —
The same always from pole to pole.
Praise Our God united as we sing.
Songs of Wisdom knowing other ways bring
Sorrow with tears to wash our face.
Living Witness to Christ’s Death!
My Tanka poem has a religious echo about A Tree!
The Yew Tree seem to live “forever” as Christ resurrected from the dead. Reported in The Times that a yew tree in the churchyard at Coldwaltham, West Sussex, had been confirmed as one of the oldest trees in England planted around 1,000 BC. NOTE: Image below is not necessarily the same tree as what The Times wrote about.
Always forever
A Witness to Christ, His death
Lasting undying!
God chose a tree, a Yew Tree.
Living growing in Churchyards!
He has the Whole World in His HANDS
Looking at the cheat sheet over at Colleen’s site I thought I would try two different forms of poetry. The first form is called a Crapsey cinquain with a syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2. Read below:
Night Sky
Look up, not down
Dark yet bright, the moon glows!
Supernatural is waiting
For you!
The second form from Colleen’s site is a 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5 the form is a Shadorma, my attempt is read here:
The Night Sky
Look up, never down
High so low
Birds can pierce!
Gleaming Stars Lightning showing
Immortality!
Also this post of mine would fit, I believe, with another challenge by Eugi’s COSMOS. Thanks you Eugi’s Causerie.
The Three Days of Darkness … in a poetry challenge
Maybe it’s the world’s mode these days; can’t help to think of a Catholic popular prophecy in which the stage is being set right now! My opinion only, of course! Prophecy is “The Three Days of Darkness.”
Linda Kruschke has inspired this writing with the words this week contained in her Paint Chip challenge.
Presenting the Paint Chips, please join in with your creative writing.
The time is now; that Grand Plan
Prep, don’t forget stock a drink
Juice, maybe freshly squeezed, — please!
Make sure your plan is at hand.
A rainstorm of fire will form
Wishing life — under the sea.
The dead, we will all envy.
God deliver us, our plea!
Attach to God or detached?
Winds roll us as tumbleweeds.
Where O’where rosary beads?
Never late, long as we breathe.
Tongue-tied fear viewing sunsets!
Green flashes for all to see.
When it’s over, sun to rise.
A world becomes very wise.
Now to know the Master’s sign.
Every knee bends at His name.
The world; a canvas so blank
We have God’s mercy to thank.
A Poem about a Poem
Today and yesterday too! One of those days with little inspiration to write, but determined as I was; I wrote a Tanka poem about Tanka Poetry. The synonyms are in caps for the words “Hint & Bold.”
Tanka poetry
Syllabic number to count!
Receive your first CLUE —
Refined, VIVID as can be
Desired Tanka poetry!
Obey your Conscience not your Friends
Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry that ends with in the end, we were just a moment.
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, September 8, 2020
Another interesting prompt with the introduction of a new word, at least in My vocabulary of words is: Honeyfuggle
At first, back in the day, living in Chicago, where everyone was a Democrat, and I thought it was good. It was right back in the 40s-50s and earlier still before my time. As time went on, I witnessed a departure from everything sacred to me. Yet, they still were able to honeyfuggle me! With the fake media, the people of lies. Today, my prayer is not that you who are still deceived will find the Truth, but that the Truth will find you. Now looking back to my life in Chicago, I realize! In the end, we were just a moment!
Tree of Life
Just a simple poem!
What I love about WordPress is fun prompts for inspiration.
Loving Tradition as I do, I chose a Tanka Haiku Senryu syllable count of 5-7-5; three lines. The prompt word is MAP/MAPS, short and simple my creation below: MAPS
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