aMUSEd : We Write Poems 154

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/05/01/prompt-154-who-is-your-protagonist/

aMUSEd

She says I do all the work,

because she was told

so long ago that she couldn’t

wouldn’t amount to anything...

So she says I should get all the credit

but I am only a tool in her hands

so long as she breathes creatively

and follows one word with another...

She even takes nightmares and twists them -

she believes light is needed to make shadow and

so long as the computer screen is backlit

and fingers tip tap, or pen permanently tattoos paper

So with some gentle encouragement from you

she will succeed beyond expectations, because

so long as monetary gains are not her main concern

she will continue to proceed enlightening those who read her

She might actually realize that somewhere

all of her parts are needed to make her whole -

So long as she finds enjoyment and pleasure -

I will be her strongest supporter; ergo I am *Id.

*Id are the instincts closely connected with the body

©JP/davh  

Also posting at:
http://juleslongerstrandsofgems.wordpress.com/

The Witness - Miz Q 27

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/27/april-27/

Salesman...

The Witness

I’ve got more than what you’re selling

A different flavor for sure...

I becken no other with strict interpretations

Of man made written law

I’ve got my tether straight and true

A different twist in twine for sure

I preach no prejudice or damnation

Of man made written law

I’ve got the knowledge that you might object to

A different outlook of brimstone aflame

I will not curse you behind your back, burdened

Of man made written law

I’ve got my own confidence to say

A different day awaits you for sure...

I teach respect and honor, not fear

Of man made written law

I’ve got a good door and some sense too -

A different way to deal with how

I choose to not confront the steps you teach

Of man made written law

©JP/davh

Absurd Visionary : WWP 153

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/prompt-153-changing-the-impossible/

*Absurd Visionary

If the human male

could but tarry

and bear a tear or two more

for the gift of Cupid’s arrow

would he then be so quick

to divorce, or force

his one sided views?

If the human male

could but marry

and bear equally

to hearth and home

would he then be so quick

to judge those whose

work he does not see?

If the human male

could but carry

and bear his offspring,

would then he be so quick

to offer daughters hands

in marriage or send sons

off to war?

~~~~~~~

Note: if two negatives equal a positive,

then what is two words

that mean impossible equal...

Does that make the impossible

possible no matter how improbable?

©JP/davh

Also posting at my WP long verse site.

Preserved Life? Miz Q 23

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/23/april-23/

A Cascade, a poetic form using line repetition

Preserved Life?

willfully wanton water cascades

exhausted in a heap river rafters sleep

journeys of liquid roads, do not exhaust the toads

up before dawn, gear sorted on the lawn

bound to and adventure, the die is cast

willfully wanton water cascades

rapidly sanity, whatever remained

along with everything salvaged over rapids -

exhausted in a heap river rafters sleep

at rivers edge they tie their knots

soulfully singing lullabies to the weary travelers

journeys of liquid roads, do not exhaust the toads

©JP/davh

Note: Fried my brain yesterday...taking an easier stance, attempting to gently float today.

Also posting at http://juleslongerstrandsofgems.wordpress.com/

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toad

a group of toads is called a knot.

Work It, Word It, Dance : Quickly 20 projects prompt

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/22/1256/    Quickly: 20 projects

Work It, Word It, Dance!

Surely being green could be without envy,

though cold the emerald is a warm stone of earth

Jealousy can be a fine tender, sparking action

Joie de vivre - but be careful of full blown flame!

See the frog, tortoise, even garden snake -

taste that apple, benefit from the Granny Smith

Smell the fresh scent, hear the crispness

Touch your soul to an ethereal Eden, be Eve -

Pumpkin went a waltzing even with two left feet

on the parquet dance floor tripped sentences into the night

One foot fall after another until heaven on earth was reached

at the altar in front of witnesses; repeats “I do”.

See the bee, the fly, even the snake oil salesman -

all wanting just a little bit of something in life that is sweet

Smell the grease, benefit from the turkey bacon, hear it sizzle

touch your taste buds ...see it fry in the morning skillet

Pumpkin went a waltzing, in a do-rag dusting mightily -

mites in sun rays stare beaming through the window

One year followed another until false retirement was reached

At the keyboard in front of no-one; repeats “I do”.

In that part of hazel, which is green, the eye spied

blinking in mezmorized belief that words could too sparkle

while winking with resounding disbelief that the spark ignited,

the flame lit the way and now this verse is complete.

©JP/davh

Note: It ain’t quick when Quicky prompts it! At least not this one :)

I’m not sure if I got in all twenty or not. But stick a fork in me...I’m done (with this one).

I did have fun though.

An Elliptical Path - Miz Q 22: Earth Day

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/22/april-22/

Earth Day

An Elliptical Path

The birds who have wings - do it

One at a time or in flocks - they do it

Each with their own feathers - they fly

Man together with many men - do it

Mostly in groups, some in troops - they do it

Often with only one fabricated pair - they fly

Off the ground, dreams take flight, oft encouraged - do it

Businesses expanding boundaries, selling their wares - they do it

Some crash land, while others - they fly

I watch you rise early, before the birds to catch a flight, in a mechanical

beast...deployed, employed - to save earned nickels and dimes so

maybe in our golden years, we too will be able to freely fly...

The birds have been our guides, bringing dreams of flight to reality

We all enjoy that sky view of the land and oceans blue

Seeking that distance -  but always returning to, our Mother; Earth.

Protect - do it!

Display, respect, save - can we do it?

The planet we share - in its’ flight...

©JP/davh

"Curiouser and curiouser!" Miz Q 21

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/21/april-21/

PROMPT TWENTY-ONE: MAGICAL ITEM  You’ve just been given a magical item, like an invisibility cloak, or those X-ray glasses; flying carpet, golden goose. Something from a different culture. Your choice. Tell us about it. Or yourself/the world in relation to it.

“Curiouser and curiouser!”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Along with the old copy of Alice in Wonderland,

which was preserved in an ornate wooden box,

that I purchased at the estate sale was something

that I believe the seller didn’t know was there...

I’ve always had a fondness for old books and boxes.

But it wasn’t until years later that while carefully handling

the old manuscript that I discovered the box had a false bottom of sorts.

It wasn’t very large but then it didn’t need to be. The almost

threadbare dark purple velvet cloth held something that was flat.

I sat at the dining room table, alone.

Hubby was off on a business trip and our warm and comfortable

nest was empty of our chicks. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon.

I had taken a pillowcase to place the book on,

and had been carefully inspecting the intricate box

when I must have triggered the hidden drawer...

The afternoon sun was low enough that the rainbows

from the crystals in the window landed on the object

and even through the cloth there was a slight reflection of light.

I retrieved some paper toweling so I could place and unwrap the object with care.

I thought about getting gloves of some sort...but my hands were clean...

one flip, two and there was a small shard of glass... no, it was a mirror.  

Sort of a rectangle, not quite an oval about four inches by six.

Someone had taken the time to gild all the rough edges with a silver solder.

I could see the reflection of the chandelier.

I was hesitant to see my own reflection.

Alice had to touch the looking glass didn’t she...

was I ready for such an adventure?

©JP/davh