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  • Void Day (22) Happy Earth Day Napowrimo

    April 22nd, 2015

    If I look for yesterday, I won’t ever find him.

    Certainly not while the sun has gathered her children.

    If I thought about tomorrow,

    I’d be paralysed  looking out my rearview.

    I thought about traveling. I’d go to Venus, I’m not sure why.

    Rambling on, I must.

    Mother, she has a way that moves me .

    Just how do evergreens stay so true?

    Just how are the flurries flying in April?

    I am fond of the animals that eat their skin course,

    I never want to meet them.

    This Poem makes no sense

    but it feels good to vent.

    I had some issues with my blog site So you won’t find day 21 for Napowrimo, I have changed themes still trying to find a theme that works for me(free is good) Nevertheless all is well. Hey things happen. I’ve gotta make the best of it and laugh real hard… Feeling Alive ,happiness is all…Much love to all the writers/Poets/ and bloggers in WordPress…

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  • Wide Open (Day 20,Napowrimo)

    April 20th, 2015

    Knickers for my comfort ,ground-hazelnuts are in brew.

    Drizzling antelopes on hills so tall.Whistling pebbles lump side up.

    Bitten by an ant on my left pinky toe. Spring storms rushing through.

    Conversing in greyish tree bark, budding in concrete seas. Chili pies and cherry too.

    Settle in chile, we are in Indiana now.

    write a poem that states the things you know. For example, “The sky is blue” or “Pizza is my favorite food” or “The world’s smallest squid isParateuthis tunicata. Each line can be a separate statement, or you can run them together.

    http://www.napowrimo.net/

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  • Day19(Landays Poetry) Napowrimo

    April 19th, 2015

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    In my dreams, I am a star.

     Awaken to a service.

    without bread.

    Maybe I’ll outlive them all.

    written in honor of Landays Poetry, I tried….

    http://www.poetryfoundation.org/media/landays.html

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  • Higher Call Day 18),Napowrimo

    April 18th, 2015

    Our spirits groan deep within.

    Yearning for each mountain to climb.

    A subtle gaze to look upon,

    ancient-land.

    The wooden staff ,

    healing-breeze

    For when the mountain calls you- go

    Go-home to the “burning tree”

    and listen closely,

    the mountain speaks.

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  • Social News Day 17 Napowrimo

    April 18th, 2015

    Naturally conditioning

    each breaking strand

    # I just woke up like this

    Socially raging on the latest catastrophes

    is it me

    Overly justifying who I am

    #are humans in a feeding frenzie

    Translating #likes #fights and #unfriending

    all I ever wanted was # happy

    I remember telephones booths

    a life without youtube

    Where dating was in person

    Maybe I’m just stuck in 90’s

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  • Risk Day16)Napowrimo

    April 17th, 2015

    Since  these words don’t come out right

    may it be, the language of the dead

    outloud I have said

    To be brave is my therapy

    the daunting chance –

    losing it all,

    Worth every spence

    Since it is

    I who must

    answer the final-call

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  • Hands of Ink…Day15) Napowrimo

    April 15th, 2015

    Dear Pen,

    Throwing water through the sky

    sometimes I cry without any reason or any need

    Yet the melodies of breathing loudly,

    Ohay-Ohey ,

    This joy,

    I find -hiding and seeking

    underneath the journey of my purse

    in the back alleys, off sidewalks

    Ohay-Ohey,

    I stoop, breaking through  silence-halls in my mind

    I empty all my

    12441282-holy-weekend-march-for-economic-justice-coming-to-philly-saturday-april-4thworries-sifting

    Ohay-Ohey,

    growing up in courage

    we’ll meet again.

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  • Tides of Peace Day 14)Napowrimo

    April 14th, 2015

    If I Happy

    let her go

    If I start to trust myself

    If Joy is for Living-

    laughter is my soul

    then-delay the clock

    and rest a little while.

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  • Sheep-less Day 13) Napowrimo Riddle

    April 13th, 2015

    A fiery-baptism

    softens each wayward night

    Speaking in tongues

    of my ancestors-kin

    laying under each stoney-neck

    Purging the confessions of the wind

      Swinging clicks

    stroke of cotton

    lead astray

    One hundred and eighty degrees

     I believe.

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  • Exhale Day 12)Napowrimo

    April 12th, 2015

    She had crumbled before

    throwing hands right above the stippled light.

    This time, her eyes were squared

    distilling the faintest of frozen dust.

    Her thirst was cleaver

    anticipating her stage

    She could really take flight.

    Just,

    Tonight.

    Give it all you got!

    Even if it is just another bust,

    Exhale

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