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  • Growing Day 27) Napowrimo- Variant Haiku

    April 27th, 2015

    Tranquil #1Planting

    tree space

    in my soul.

    Tilling

    watered holes

    turning over anew.

    Gardening

    inward growth

    preparing for harvest.

    As (April )National Poetry Month is quickly passing- I am blessed today with all goodness and kind words, flowing on my blog and others(such positive goodness) . Please visit if you haven’t

    Day Twenty-Seven

    The dedication bloggers have-its in our blood. I understand this habit of writing and sharing. As (my grand) daddy would say  Howdy-“keep milking the cows,chase a hens or two that’s good livin!”… I am thankful for this space to write. There is nothing more beautiful,when I look around and see love…

    And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012!

    Happy writing!

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  • Let’s Travel -Day 26) Napowrimo

    April 26th, 2015

    In the words of my  -Great Aunt Ella ( I attempt the Persona Poem)

    This is a story often told as a child growing up- I never met my Great Aunt God rest her soul.

    Chile-

    “S-O-B treat me like that I’d kill-em all over again!

    And If ya wanna go to hell-let’s travel!

    He kept makin- that uh-noise

    so I’se kept stitching me -dress.

    I called the coroner  office -as soon as he stopped.

    Honey,

    I’ve,never seen a man raise -his hand to a woman and live –

    not while I’m good and

    Able”!

     Today, I challenge you to write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object. Need some examples? Check out this persona-poem-themed issue of Poemeleon from a few years back.

    Happy writing!

    http://www.napowrimo.net/

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  • Running with the Trees Day 25) Napowrimo

    April 26th, 2015

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    Horizontally stretched in opposite direction

    A runner’s stance – orchestrated

    to go the distance.

    Measuring her (stride)full -breath

    each vibrating  tentacles

    evoking the wind

    There are earthquakes, of explosions in all directions

    no  isolated acts in tragedie

    each mother’s child

    Just a step in way of  bombing blows of9’11

    Just a gunshot away of Walter Scott

    Run with me-

    Her elbows are rubbed in hope’s grease

    her heart pumping in endurance

    and though darkness has comes

    She has no legs to run

    her eyes glare at the finish

    her strength arose from the rims of despair

     Running to a

    that place where hurt shall be no more

    Running to the trees touch that sky

    running for her freedom

    running because I count too!

    Running for my life

    Running,

    laying,- aside my fears

    Running. to grow my trees,

    again…

    This poem is inspired by: Oklahoma Bombings, Events9’11 and the current tragedy in “Nepal”

     http://kfor.com/2015/04/26/thousands-of-oklahomans-gearing-up-for-oklahoma-city-memorial-marathon/

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  • This side of me Day(24) Napowrimo

    April 24th, 2015

    Up this morning feeling so good & happy

    Thinking happy thoughts

    Did a happy dance

    Mixed in a little, raw sugar and Whip cream

    Played all my happy records

    Minded my own happy-bidness!

    Sneezed a happy sneeze

    Put on my best Springy-

    Maxi-dress

    Walked off my happy porch

    And…

    Lawd have Mercy!

    A flat

    Tire!

    This is a play on a Poem by Jackie Earley “One Thousand Nine-Hundred & sixty-Eight Winters” It’s a favorite poem of mine.

    Our prompt today (optional, as always), will hopefully provide you with a bit of Friday fun. Today, I challenge you to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times).

    http://www.napowrimo.net/

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  • Fixed Day 23 Napowrimo

    April 24th, 2015

    Five buckets of love

    Above Ash Place street

    Spirits,on the floor, laughing , such a soothing fall.

    Her wig fell straight into the offering plate ,

    all because her fix was twisted

    I pulled the joker’s card and did me no good

    I attended Church @ Bedside Baptist

    Farting on oak wood,

    while the people praise the Lord…

    An old woman sneered said  “you ought to be a shame!”

    I guess I couldn’t help it!!!

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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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  • About Me: `Kindness Sister`

    April 22nd, 2015

    Welcome to my page:

    I come from a long line of women. I was raised, partially in San Antonio TX. The latter teen yrs onward in Philadelphia PA. I not only observed but also engaged in the daily bread-winning process in my family. My mother and her three kids: picked cans, served at church, washed our clothes in the bathtub saying our prayers like mantras toward a mellow-yellow sky.

    Growing up, I could not wait to be on my own. Thinking that I’d make better choices than my mother. The days and years turned, like pages of fire,  burning strong. The test of times against my skin.

    The most unforgettable moment as a child was my mother coming to my basketball practice to pick me up early due to the pouring rain. We didn’t have a car at this time. So she used what she had.

    There she was, my mother, soaking wet on her “ten-speed bike.” She told the coach “yeah I’m here to get  Krissy,  so she doesn’t walk home in the rain.” The coach looked in shock like a deer in headlights.

    Coach: Krissy, your mom’s here.

    I could hear the laughter from the other girls as I rode away with my mother in the rain on the only source of a vehicle at the time.

    Stars, moons, and suns later, I went to college. To better myself. Taking out school loans like any other youngster without an inheritance. It was my sophomore and junior years that challenged my faith and commitment. I was diagnosed was rare allergic environmental eczema which made my skin irritated, itchy, swollen all over, unable to attend class regularly and taking cortisone steroid shots.

    Needless to say, I got well. I pulled my grades up and graduated. I  journeyed on, like a lioness crossing the Sahara desert. I got married and changed jobs like the weather- wearing jeans on a cloudy day.

    My motto: I’m not dead yet!

    Thanks for following me~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

     

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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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