SW 102 (short): Inspired

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2013/03/31/wordle-102/

peak, powders, lost, calls, locks, pit,

moon, staff, stone, after, written, petals

Inspired

Moon garden petals taunt upon                                     

their silver staff do pit their

wits with gently gnarled

stone offering up

lost voices...                                          

                                                             

Written in the peak of

midnight when the owl calls -

Powders of their stamen fall

seemingly lost ...

After dawn has arrived,

out of the locks of dreams

the fairies trod softly collect,

the verse, and bake them into

biscuits for the muses morning tea

©JP/davh

Miz Q's: Pom-poms: A Hunting We Will Go...

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/03/20/day-one/

Miz Q: Shake your Pom-poms

Give me a word for blue: azure / crimson

Give me a word for a light: inspiration / deflation

Give me a word for a pet: four paws / snake

Give me a word for an emotion: angst / euphoria

Give me a word for an unpleasant smell: cesspool / perfume

Give me a word for deity: Artemis / Apollo

Give me a word for a body part: funny bone / knocked noggin

- 7 -  Write 7 lines.

–OR– If you’re feeling energetic

For each of those, choose an opposite (lots of ways for things to be opposite. use whatever works for you). That gives you 14 words. Write a poem of 12-20 lines.

A Hunting We Will Go...

When Artemis and Apollo were children

They did not know they were Gods

They played from the dawn of azure skies

To the fall of crimson hued sunsets

The frivolous actions of the two siblings,

Depending on their mood of inspiration or deflation

Cause much angst and euphoria for human toys -

Funny bones rattled and knocked noggins abounded

When women were turned to cats with four paws

Daintily stepping in rose scented perfume or men were

Left limbless as slithering snakes left to slide deep

Into cesspools for being the cads that they were...

© JP/davh

Miz Q Warm-up, Get mad: Calumny

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/03/29/kick-warm-up-up-a-notch/

last full-fledged warm-up: Get mad.

Get hot under the collar. Kick your inner curmudgeon. Mess with the Angry Old Wo / Man in your head.

Calumny

Grunt   

Obnoxious  

Sebaceous

Subterfuge

Ingrate

Phony!

©JP/davh

Note: Don’t get mad, get even. Just in a different frame of mind these days. This is what I got.

Take it and well...*giggle*

Just don’t be one!!!

Even learned a new word..(the title means: slander and is pronounced; kal-uhm-nee).

WD #216: Fad, Fade, Fading

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-216

Lasts...

Fad, Fade, Fading

scrawled in old symbolic renderings

the sand snatched every straight line and curve

all manor of paper was lost

everything was now ether air, electrical

contrasts in colors, bold and brilliant

or tiny legaleze texts that could be magnified

but she still knew how to actually form a word

with her hand, thought gnarled and athritic

and with a stick, some ocean scrap of treasure

coughed up and bleached bone dry...

she looked out across the salted sea,

thinking, as the gulls hung lullabies in the air...

that this was probably the last time they’d let her out

on her own - age does that, those last years scare

even the healthiest survivors - the ones who aren’t

yet addle brained to the point of reliving their last years

in what was probably the best days of their lives...

she actually, unknowingly wrote...the last word.

©JP/davh

WWP 148: Elevated?

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/03/27/prompt-148-

Elevated?

....The brass skeletons line up with their

symbols handy, opening a window to...

....the world that attempt to house ‘con-

tained intelligence’ - I wonder at times

how much my own fantasy catcher.....

....can hold while there are pause of re-

ality from the day stars and ticket-......

......takers and eye-catchers, I am dist-

racted by Stylus Scriptorius laying in....

wait, wanting once again to kiss sheets

.......of banana colored flats or any other

other willing charmed vessel bound......

by moleskine.

©JP/davh

Process notes: This one was a fun challenge. I saw it first at Margo’s and set it aside. You know busy week and all...I’ll get around to it maybe...and they We Write Poems took it up so I gave it a second look. And at first I sat scratching my head. Rename things? After the first three it got easier and then I was working backwards writing the the new name before it’s original word. I often work backwards. Enjoy.

Daffy-nitions: Those things renamed

*alphabet letters - symbols; *blinking lights (the lights that tell you stuff is ‘On”)- day stars;

*computer screen - window to the world; *electronics - contained intelligence;

*house noise; clock and the sound and air through heat vents - ticker-takers, and eye-catchers; *journal -charmed vessel bound by moleskine; *keys - brass skeletons

*Kiss - write; *Legal Pad of lined paper - sheets of banana colored flats;

*my mind - fantasy catcher *Pen - stylus scriptorius; *silence - pauses of reality

Quickly: Bagged

Quickly Now For March 25th, 2013

Write two lines. Same length ( # words. # syllables. Or to the eye. Whatever works for you.) Subject is the same. One has quick sounds, the other, slow.

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/03/25/quickly-now/

Bagged

The frozen turkey fought, was valiant, yet was tamed.

Basting on a mattress of vegetables, in the oven rest.

© JP/davh

Dark Chocolate (#4 warm up)

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/03/24/week-minus-one/

#4

What’s your guilty pleasure?

Dark Chocolate

Dawn, he’s up and almost out the door

All alone with the newspaper - stretching,

Reaching...up to look out the picture window...

Kink in my neck, bunny slippers on my feet...

Chair welcomes me with waiting arms, fingers

Hover over the keyboard...it is my time...

Overview of my e-mail...mental checklist and

Chocolate...the bar retrieved from my hidden stash

Opened ...waiting for a break of  fingers-tip-tapping

Luscious caramel in this one...soon every bit,

All gone. Should I get that second one? I am

Trying to be healthier...so I reach for an apple.

Eventually my horde will run dry, but I’ll restock.

©JP/davh

Serena Snashtwig...

Warm up three...

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/day-minus-one/

Generated name: Serena Snashtwig,  Use as Title: now write the poem...

Serena Snashtwig...

Made her home in an old hollow willow

embraced the younger trees along the bank

always asking first for this or than loose limb

and made all her furnishings out of young green arms

She might have been human once...

But that was long ago, before she lost sight

Of the castle that only reflected golden sunlight -

Inside the tapestries were frayed and faded

The old flour sacks were beaten by the brook - so many

times in washing that now they seemed as smooth

as spun cotton - She’d made the hem loose so she could

stuff thistle down between the layers when it got cold

Scavenging the forest floor of what was left from

Brother Bear and Sister Fox, she crafted doe-skin slippers

and with her own woven milkweed thread and bird bone needles

she decorated them with the remains of her broken abalone buttons.

There would be no more princes coming this way

Not since the kingdom fell...some old witch seeking vengence

About not being invited to her birth, that is if she remembered

The old stories that were once told...

©JP/davh

Add Romance to the Dance

Thanks to the inspiration found here:

http://anelephantcant.me/2013/03/22/schools-out-forever/

Add Romance to the Dance

Some schoolin’ you can’t get in a box

Some folks get by without wearin’ sox

Teachin’ and preachin’ don’t matter much

When the heart knows, how to with nature to stay in touch

Some rules are quite bendy

Some others are quite trendy

What did we all do before there was war

Living one day at a time being the only chore?

Some boarders just cannot be binding

Some truths, thought to balance can be quite blinding

Tolerance of those who are different should not be just in fables

Let us open our doors and spread the wealth of joy at all our tables

©JP/davh

Wicked True

http://jasminekylesings.wordpress.com/2013/03/22/its-friday-8/

Thanks Jasmine...this one is for you!

Pop over to see the inspiration...she liked it so much I figured I'd share.

Wicked True

There was a little girl

Wednesday Friday Addams was her name

Not one to seek fortune

Just perhaps a little fame...

There was a little day

Friday was it was called

After a Norse Goddess

To whom many were enthralled

This is but a bit of their ‘her’story

Some may laugh and stutter

Perhaps you’ll be in the ambulance lorry

If too much electricity makes your heart a flutter!

©JP/davh

Friday

The day in honor of the Norse goddess Frigg. In Old High German this day was called frigedag.

To the Romans this day was sacred to the goddess Venus, and was known as dies veneris.

French: vendredi; Italian: venerdi; Spanish: viernes. German: Freitag ; Dutch: vrijdag.

Frigg by Micha F. Lindemans

As the wife of Odin, Frigg is one of the foremost goddesses of Norse mythology. She is the patron of marriage and motherhood, and the goddess of love and fertility. In that aspect she shows many similarities with Freya, of whom she possibly is a different form.

She has a reputation of knowing every person's destiny, but never unveils it. As the mother of Balder, she tried to prevent his death by extracting oaths from every object in nature, but forgot the mistletoe. And by a fig made from mistletoe Balder died. Her hall in Asgard is Fensalir ("water halls"). Frigg's messenger is Gna, who rides through the sky on the horse Hofvarpnir. In some myths she was rumored to have had love affairs with Odin's brothers Ve and Vili.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Addams_Family#Pugsley_and_Wednesday

Yes her full name is Wednesday Friday Addams!

Speaking the Same Language

http://roxistclair.com/2013/03/17/blood-of-poets/

Thanks again to Roxi for the inspiration (breathing together)

Speaking the Same Language

I stopped counting all the words I ever wrote

because I knew more were going to be inked

when you’ve been writing for almost as long

as you have been alive, poetic renderings

off of the fat and lean of life

you just breath

and sigh

ink

I stopped worrying about repeating titles, or even

for that matter giving titles or explanations for ink

because those who seek the same treasure

they know intuitively what is inside the box

even before they lift the lid

they just breath

and sigh

ink

I stopped trying to define and defend style or lack of it

because individual voices fluctuate, singing lullabies

durge, symphony, jazz - you name that tune - really -

as we have to live through poetic renderings

there just isn’t any choice

we just breath

and sigh

ink

©JP/davh

WWP 147: Fading Light?

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/03/20/prompt-147-its-post-your-poems-day/

‘I always love poems that are echoes. And in a deepest sense, if you are able to distill some truth, some epiphany, from a poem, then it must have touched some core within you.’

An Elfje Echo Pair:

Fading light?

Advancing

Geriatric labels

Identify decades, years                                  

Negotiating sanity with memories -

Going...?

I

didn’t think

I’d have something

an epiphany - an echo

me?

©JP/davh

Notes: Seeing our elders age, that's when we finally age. Our hearts can be forever young...

But sometimes looking in the mirror...just makes you want to turn away...and cry. Especially when you see the strength of those you admire and love fade.

Love Poem: Just Desserts

http://menemenetekel.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/love-poem/

Just Desserts

When in true love one dines

Each day is a delightful meal

The plate is always full

That any one day

Is equal or betters the next

As crumbs are kissed from

Our partners lips...

Each day is a celebration.

©JP/davh

Note: The inspiration for this love poem, came from another love poem.

I chose to post it here so perhaps others may also be inspired to

celebrate each and everyday with the ones they love.

For Roxi, a renga: strong soul spark...

http://roxistclair.com/2013/03/16/snowfeather/

For Roxi, a renga

strong soul spark, soothing
gentle touch embraces while
enveloping flight

trying to use descriptors
without repeating the words

enveloping flight
with stillness - while letting go
success at living

©JP/davh