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It’s all about WALLS in the Garden today
Wide Open
some might build walls
for protection
for isolation
for immunity
after their hearts have
been broken
keeping other hearts out
fearing more damage
but I will keep my heart open
to life as it comes
each bruise or tear
making it smater, stronger –
bolder
Here are some stable doors and a few horses for this weeks Thursday Doors
Poetic Asides
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 383
By: Robert Lee Brewer | February 8, 2017
It Can’t Be
It can’t be bedtime
There is laundry waiting –
It won’t wash itself
No matter how long I
Ignore it
And dinner dishes are
Still stacked in the sink
It can’t be bedtime
My hair needs washed
And I was planning a
Facial tonight
It can’t be bedtime
I should make a grocery list
And pack lunches
It can’t be bedtime
I just made a cup of tea
And I’m going to read
Just one more chapter –
really
dVerse Poetics: Muse Mixology
De has us mixing it up with “bar” terminology this week. Cheers!
Did I mention – in just 33 words, or less!
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Beginning Over
she hung her three sheets to (flap in) the wind
dry on the rocks
she had spritzed away her old life
hammered out each sour fleck of him
kamikazed old rum memories
Carpe Diem #1146 Tea Ceremony
morning tea
with a special friend
shared zen
Flash 55 Plus
It’s the 55 word challenge in the Garden . The Plus is to use words from George Orwell’s novel 1984.
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Thought Crimes
I have committed thought crimes
On a daily basis
In the car
At the gym
Sitting across from a friend
Not the Down With Big Brother
Kind of thoughts
But hurtful thoughts if
They were spoken aloud
Some mean-spirited
Others jealous
I’m glad there are no
Thought Police
If there were I
Would be incarcerated
photo by Mish
Proliferation
Plant me some peace
Sow me some unity
Let it rise up out of the
Darkness of discord
Let it spread seeds of
Understanding and tolerance
Until the weediness of fighting
Is overrun with reconciliation
Carpe Diem #1144 Samurai
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brave samurai
riding proudly to battle
with sword and pen
Carpe Diem Namasté, the spiritual way #1 Introduction to a new feature
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hands together
humble monk bows his head
earth and sky meet
Meeting the bar: Common Meter
Frank Hubney is the guest host at d’Verse Poet’s Pub and he has challenged us to write our poems using common meter.
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The Painter
If I could paint with hues of blue
I’d paint gray clouds that sadden you
I’d find some yellow and I’d add
The brightest sun in glitter clad
And if that sun does not cheer you
I’d paint myself a gray shade too
Then snuggle close along your side
Until your tears have all been dried
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