WWP #129: I Write...

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/10/31/prompt-129-its-post-your-poems-day/

I write because ink flows in my blood...

mind you I didn’t say with my blood - nor did I mention the color of the ‘ink’

I write because just perhaps it is a genetic thing...

while the styles were, are different my father and a sibling also write

I write because I enjoy placing, pacing, etching, sketching...

turning the emotional knobs, cleansing the slate, relief

I write small verse called small stones to link to the river...

to add some pebbles into the stream of consciousness, to be part of the karma

I write to musical prompts that reintroduce me to songs I’ve already heard

but I’ve forgotten who the musicians were or when they first aired

I write long verse I call chapters inspired by word lists

from bloggers and word lists called ‘wordles’ and artwork too

I write from many viewpoints, I write to be heard, and I write to live

I write to learn, though some forms stump me

I have never claimed to be an English Major - just a player of words

I write to invent new forms combining some shorter ones

those I feel most comfortable with - tweaking the known rules

I write to challenge the standards, to break the traditions

or keep the ones that have fallen out of favor alive

I write because just perhaps I can claim by longevity

that I am a poet - writing from the time when I first entered double digits

I write because when I do I feel like I am needed not needy

even if only a few loyal friends feel the beating of my heart

I write because stringing the words together helps me belong and we all need

to feel as if we belong, even if just through words

JP/davh

Tuesday Tryouts: Photogenic?

Wordgathering Tuesday Tryouts Oct. 30, 2012
http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/10/30/ghosts-of-the-past-on-tuesday-tryouts/

Blended short forms, series of:
tau ku, pi ku, haiku, pi ku, tau ku

Photogenic?

apparitions begging

to be

whole, held remembered - are silent

overlay

they

now speak volumes

were there, our fathers,

uncles and brothers - they fought

still fight for freedom

overcast

they

return to us

apparitions hosting

their own

ghosts while internally at war

JP/davh

Sunday Whirl 80: Revelations Part II

C3  Revelations Part II

Father began; “Son, to us you are a gift, a most special present...
Ease your mind somewhat this is not the talk of men and women
and their intimate moments. Perhaps though it is more important than that.
We, Mother and me are single minded about being bound, but for justice”

The world is not perfect, it is damaged. And some would wish all the evil
to vanquish the scales of life completely and see everything flail and fail.
Mother and me, have a limited power to help prevent that.
Together with a good creator named Nevaeh think we can win.

Win in the sense that nature can once again run a free course
and not be controlled by unnatural magic that wants to bend
the way of light and time so that all becomes dark and shadowed
that life within the thinking human becomes a lost thread, unstitched.

We have an unpronounceable name in this common language
Mother has read to you bedtime stories of angels. We are related.
Yet we do not have wings or halos. We are Guides of Souls.
And we are gifted with sons and daughters to teach them of good.

We believe you have a hidden power that we can develop in order
to defeat a great evil that now calls himself Acheron. An unbalanced deity
brother of Nevaeh, commander of chaos - he does not know of you,
your birth, or that your mother died when you were born...

(c)JP/davh
women, men, power, wish, damaged, way, think, single, thread, bound, within, we
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/wordle-80/
(28th piece of this series)

Process notes: I know there might be an issue with grammar with Mother and me...but I think in the 'time' period that I'm placing this story grammar is not the top priority...I make the lists work for me. I have fun doing that and this list for me, worked - even though Brenda says the words came from different sources - I just use what is given. Thanks Brenda (W).

Theme Thursday: Oct 25, 2012

tradition calls for me

to leave

one stone for you to know I came

JP/davh

With thanks to Becca for a different visit, and introducing the tau ku form. Cemeteries are not my favorite places. However, this is a respected tradition - so if you do see stones upon markers you will now know why, if you didn't before. Please leave them there.

Musical Notes Prompt #12

http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2012/10/23/musical-notes-prompt-12/
http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2012/10/25/post-day-for-#12
Inspired by 'All For Love' by Brian Adams

“All for You”
In the extended family
in the brotherhood and sisterhood
of the volunteers of our fire and rescue service;
we are: “All For Love”

We hope to always stand tall
when dousing flames, strutting
our stuff or teaching safety;
we are: “All For Love”

When one of us is hurt
we are there for support
we are there for comfort;
we are: “All For Love”

Hospital visits, home care,
meals, raising funds for
that special vacation or bills;
we are: “All For Love”

The flames of our hearts
will burn forever faithful
we will hold hands now and forever;
we are: “All for Love”


Process Notes: Our family is just one of many in our local volunteer fire and rescue service.
One of our members was in an accident this week. And is in very serious condition. All healing prayers welcome for K.E. - Thank you.
(c)JP/davh

WWP 128: another Elfje

WWP #128 Landscape II another Elfje
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/10/24/prompt-128-pt-2


colder
stone bench
yellow willow leaves ~
spark, ignite my soul
autumn

JP/davh

SW 79: Revelations Part I

C3 Revelations Part I
Johnny-boy grew stronger with each passing day
knowing that he had both a sturdy shelter as well as love -
he was given more tasks to handle on his own - with each
new job his face revealed his new found confidence.

While there was no official score kept, peanuts added to
one of the jars on Mother’s shelf kept track of those children they
had helped escape the clutches of evil - those they would recommend
to Nevaeh’s visiting guides in the fight against all wicked things.

Father understood that while Johnny-boy still appeared fragile
and was developing fern-like, slowly unraveling - that this young lad
would be special and after many discussions with Mother - choose
to include the boy in what the future would hold for him...

One late autumn evening after most of the town was ready for sleep -
Father called Johnny-boy - it was this night that both he and Mother
would tell him what was happening...Seated at the table Johnny waited,
Father went to a not often used cabinet and withdrew a special bag of cafe

Johnny felt that this was some right of passage, watched as Mother
carefully ground, measured and cooked the special brew...
Pouring the brown fluid into three of Father’s pewter mugs -
Father began; “Son, to us you are a gift, a most special present...”

© JP/davh

recommend, happening, cabinet, cafe, shelter, sturdy, handle,
peanuts, fern, job, guide, score, face, -Thanks Barbara!
Notes: Keeping to one page is getting harder! Hopefully the next set of words will help the continuance here. I used 'cafe' in its original meaning of 'coffee'. Enjoy.
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/10/21/wordle-79

Musical Notes Prompt #11

justice?
the ride
away from peace
puzzle pieces, forever lost
goodbye...

JP/davh

http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2012/10/16/musical-notes-prompt-11/

One Tin Solider Rides Away or The Legend of Billy Jack

Notes: I had my grandson over most of the week and it just dawned on my last night that I missed this prompt. So I am here now. I will be using this for my Month of Goodbyes over at my small verse site tomorrow - as it fits the theme. I vaguely remember this movie. I don't remember any of the musical history or controversy of the band. I do remember the protests over the war then - but I was to young to really understand. And even now that I am older and there have been wars to replace more wars...I still don't understand why peace cannot be achieved. Which reminds me of another song..."People say that I'm a dreamer...."

WWP 127: Landscape; An Elfje

An Elfje

change
silver coins
of dew frozen
garden bench sits idle
falling...

(c)JP/davh
WWP 127
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/10/17/prompt-127

Sunday Whirl 78: The New Recruit

C1  The New Recruit

Morganna, the younger princess of the now rescued kingdom
knew she would not be the one to inherit the throne.
But she could offer an umbrella of protection to Jimmy,
who had once been a slave to the evil wizard - that no one else could.

Together with Cookie, the two made excuses to eventually call off the search of
Here-boy the wizard’s assistant - those who might have recognized the mute - once
a scrawny silent child, would be unable to tell that their Jimmy, now a talkative lad was
the same boy - transformed he was, cleaned, fed, and almost cheerful in the kitchens

Willing to help, to stand by one pot for hours as food guard - The young
lad even joined in childhood games with Cookie’s grandchildren, the shifts
in his demeanor and attitude proved to be a wonderful disguise as
Sebastian, Morganna’s beau and even the guards were quite fooled.

~~~~~~~

Jimmy secretly vowed his life to protecting his rescuers. He would not let the
thunder of storms frighten him, from the small window of his room with the help
of lightning he would use every sense of his being to determine if evil was
returning to the surrounding fields of his adopted home.

At least for the time being all seemed to fall into a deeper calm of sleep.
For at night the mists of the sacred mountain would gently creep over those
who had suffered while evil had cruelly bound and twisted the magic spells
that were finally released by the virgin voice of the one who once was ‘Here-boy’.

JP/davh

Process Notes: Jumped to chapter 1 (last week I put a verse in chapter 4).
Using the words where they fit. Thanks Marianne and Brenda for helping me to continue my story.
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/10/14/wordle-78/
umbrella, inherit, joined, deeper, excuses, stand,
become, thunder, childhood, vowed, shifts, light(ning)
The whole She-Bang:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/word-list-story-or-as-whirl-turns.html

Musical Notes #10: tilt, angle, hopeful promise

tilt, angle, hopeful promise

color
nature, bottled?
for some hair...
yet other hares roam
free

(c)JP/davh
http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/musical-notes-prompt-10/

Somewhere Over the Rainbow & It’s a Wonderful World

WWP # 126: Deciphered

Deciphered
pointed
shaved and peeled by layers
used, always used, sometimes as a decoration

and yet as I am diminished
I create
rooms, art or words...

most often being number two
I’m tested
yet I know I am most reliable

words are my favorite
those that handily fill a page
telling tales, recording memories

often just a soldier
in the draft
easy to erase - mistakes

though I am not at fault
I am just the tool
perhaps the fool, constantly being led?

I get to retire eventually -  if I’m not lost
because I am both blind and deaf
often bitten and chewed

on your calendar
please give me the time of day -
oh, do ‘pencil’ me in!

© JP/davh

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/prompt-126-its-post-your-poems-day/

SW #77 A Brief Look Back

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/10/07/wordle-77/
charm, willows, crust, rustle, unbearable, explode,
mending, fever, brittle, breeze, piercing, sheaths

A Brief Look Back
I had another name once, when that blasted sacred mountain still trusted me.
Was it just because of my gender - that I wanted more, the challenge to
charm the way the willows swayed, create the rustle of the rattle at the
tail end of the viper...

Choices - they would say I made my bed and now must lie within it.
I wondered just a tad too far into the mortal realm and saw the swords and
knifes out of their sheaths piercing brittle bodies to the point that there
would, could be no mending...and cared not where their souls went.

I hid in the shadows watching beggars eat the crust of discarded bread
and in my stillness there came a creeping, one I was not prepared for -
and contracted the unbearable fever of the rouge opposition to all that
my family stood for...and drank every dark ounce - perhaps too willingly.

And just when I thought my head would explode from the glorious pain -
I knew...I was the stronger and would be more than just a temporary tool.
I formulated my own plan - I would be the willing student, breeze through
the demonic lessons and then with my hidden strength claim it all.

Never have I thought that I was controlled. Or that I was the means to a greater
end - the continuance of imbalance, the delight of disease, and while I reflect -
I grow stronger becoming the true gates of my namesake. Feel no pity for
me...because I am happy and content to reek havoc!


JP/davh
Process Notes:
Acheron translates/means  “The Gates of Hell”.  If mortal man can have the attributes of a Greater Creator Being, then would it also make sense that that Being would have the same 'choices'. For those other Sci-fi buffs out there, was not “Q” of Star-Trek fame a rogue being of power? Thus so appears to be Acheron.
Thank you Jewel for another list that has allowed me to continue my ‘serial’.

Musical Prompts #9 Bread, Cheese, Whine - Them

http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2012/10/02/musical-notes-prompt-9/
http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2012/10/04/post-day-for-musical-notes-prompt-9/

Closer to Fine...by the Indigo Girls


Bread, Cheese, Whine - Them

Weave
Punch drunk
Noticing the ants
Reaching for my picnic
Finite

(c)JP/davh

WWP 125: The Write to Vote /for Oct. 3,2012

The Write to Vote
Where oh where has Congress gone?
On another vacation...just after having had the summer off...
The ‘news’ focuses on negativity counting on naivety.
And yet that seems to be politics as usual.

Control the spin, uncontrollable damage be damned.
Right and left, it’s just fodder for late night talk show hosts
who find security in laughter - while the truth tears out destiny -
Tears stream from our eyes. Or was our fate really lost long ago?

Just as the dinosaur fossilized fuels that pass
for gas and coal, now attempt to help us find independence -
well at least for the next one hundred years or so before the next
crisis and future crash of vast unknown proportions is found

all to have been the underlying poison of what once was a solvent system
(was it ever so)...now raped and pillaged, named so is the well
of hope, that was let to run dry from day one...but kept a secret
because the masses would surely have revolted by now...

And then there is opinionated radio talk show host declares he is confused
as to why only eight percent of the current populous is interested in the knowing
what the media has to say...bemoaning that knowledge is indeed power, but
the other ninety-two percent seem to be happy with the unknown.

Thus I am still free to write my opinion - to cast a vote as long as
I can identify myself...and yet what is done when another faction
of other worldly fanatics get miffed and decides to play god
saying that they have the right to declare who lives and dies?

This is politics as usual in this latest electoral season in the United State
of America as we choose just how fast we will sink into the quagmire of what
awaits us when we have the choice of two men to lead us, who are both
so equally out of touch with reality...at least that’s what I’ve heard and read.

I have leapt into the stream...and wonder just when will I drown?
But then the sun rises and a new day dawns and I have to think
that there is hope for the next generation - there can be peace,
enough food, shelter and clothing, acceptance for all? 

(c) JP/davh
Process notes: from a list of twenty words, to a scrawled declaration,
to what may pass for poetry?  Cast your vote.


http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/prompt-125-its-post-your-poems-day/

Margo's Tuesday Tryouts: Inner Sanctum Oct.2.12

Inner Sanctum

I was born into a world of giants
whose warm arms could lift me with ease
yet when I remained
at the same foot level
my eyes met with their knees...

I was born into a world of giants
the closest in height was a sibling
bitter sometimes that I had emerged
yet took my hand if not begrudgingly
when told to...creating a bond

I was born into a world of giants
I was a fly, a gnat, a bug
often out of sight out of mind
hearing whispers and shouts
while half asleep and fully awake

I was born into a world of giants
and they fed me, clothed me,
granted me shelter...and I grew
my body got bigger...my brain expanded
and then I looked in the mirror

I was born into a world of giants
so it would make sense I suppose
that I would become a giant too
and yet I still remember being small
frail, unknown and unheard

I was born into a world of giants
and in my largess - I gift words
to help those who have forgotten
that at one time perhaps decades ago
they too were born into a world of giants...

JP/davh
http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/10/02/your-inner-child-at-tuesday-tryouts/