On Being You

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On Being You

you will not always be who/what you are right now
your twenty year old self is not your thirty year old self
and your thirty year old self is not your forty year old self
and it goes on …….

you do not have to stay what you are at this moment
whatever that might be to you
don’t get stuck
don’t label yourself
don’t limit yourself

grow
explore
fail

laugh

give up the things that don’t work for you
be willing to change directions
be willing to change opinions
be willing to accept the unexpected

include gratefulness in your life
for everyday, insignificant things
for others
for who you are

always be kind
there will never be enough kindness in the world
be truthful to yourself
be strong in your values – know what they are

love and you will be loved – yourself included
respect and you will be respected – especially yourself

reject the negative
it will only give you heartache

embrace the belief that there is good in this world
and be a part of it

seek joy

find peace

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© Candace Kubinec

 

TP

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2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 8
Write a “thing” poem

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TP

so simple
soft white paper
wound up in a
perfect roll
taken for granted
until only your cardboard
core is left,

dangling

Heloooo

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d’Verse Poets Pub – Lookin’ Up!
There’s something up there – Lillian has us star gazing through the Hubble telescope

The Hourglass Nebula

 

Credit: ESA/Hubble; Raghvendra Sahai and John Trauger (JPL), the WFPC2 science team, and NASA/ESA

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Helloooo

 

it is a conundrum

of astronomical proportions –

when I put my eye to the eyepiece

peer into the heavens

searching for blackholes

poked into the fabric that

covers our planet

is there someone looking back?

 

Stray Poem

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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
Here is my #2

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Stray Poem

this poem has been kicked
to the curb
locked out of
the house
shut down
dumped

its been rained on
stepped on
flung into a tree
covered with snow

abandoned like
a stray

 

until my heart
opened a window
and beckoned it
to return

Pricking of My Thumbs

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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today

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Pricking of My Thumbs

 

it was a sharp kick(le)
in my pumped up ventricle
to discover you were fickle
it left me feeling sick(el)
and now I’m in a pickle
I’m left without a nickel
my thumbs begin to prickle
mixing up some chicle
turn you into pumpernickel

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How silly!

As A Child ….

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2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6
Write “praise” poem

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As A Child …..

I was not raised with lavish praise
Obeying rules – not an event
and being rude was not a phase
I was not raised with lavish praise
but curiosity always
received the highest compliment
I was not raised with lavish praise
Obeying rules – not an event

~~ here is my attempt at a triolet 😉

No Regrets

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2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 5
Write a “self-destruct” poem

 

No Regrets

 

this poem is on the path to self-

destruction

it drinks in moonbeams

to excess

and inhales the smoky incense

of lavender and thyme

it stays up all night to

commune with the stars

and consumes the sweet

nectar of spring blossoms

until it is in a stupor

this poem is on the path to self

destruction

and it has no regrets

Return Postage Included

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2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 4
Write a “whosoever _______ “ poem

 

Return Postage Included

whosoever finds this broken heart
is entitled to a reward
upon delivery (patched
and mended with fine stitching)
to its original owner

said finder must not
drop it into a postal box
reward will only be granted
if hand delivered
return postage is included

Rhythm Band

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2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 3
Write a triangle poem

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Rhythm Band

the triangle just
kind of dangles from
a piece of string

most children do not choose
it from the box of
noise making instruments

it makes a tiny tingling sound
a merry jingling sound
a not too loud sound

it does not clang
like the cymbals or
rattle like maracas

it does not call
attention to itself
like the drums

but there is always one
the quiet one, the shy one
who loves the magic

of the triangle

 

Thin Disguise

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Poetic Asides – Nov chapbook challenge

Day 2- write a Disguise poem

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Thin Disguise

she slips on her disguise –
it fits her like a silky red chemise
hiding imperfections
a disguise so perfect
no one will see her true self
the self filled with anxiety
the self consumed by insecurities
her smile and tinkling laugh
conceal the darkness