Flight

The Race

Escaping Into Winter

Trees Standing Erect
Amidst the backdrop of blue and white
Snow Falls

Lining the streets in white
Ice glistens
Cracking with every footstep made

Icicles hang
From the edges of roofs
Its pointy edges intimidating its residents

I run into the snow
Reveling from years ago
The Snow
Falling On My Head

Autumn Trees

Under a glimmering blue sky, the Autumn Leaves Paint the Landscape
The wind blows and sways the leaves
Of Red, Yellow, and Green
The cold doesn't bother me as I walk
In Beauty, Marveling at the Wonders of Nature!

The Mockingbird Lives Within All of Us

Humanity,

Where is it

In an ever changing world,

Tom Robinson is accused

Childhood innocence,

Running along streets

Finding treasure

Is the world that Jem and Scout knows

They have seen “The Boogeyman”

Lurking around Maycomb, they are curious in seeing him-or them

With built up fantasies and preconceived notions

They go on their way

In making sense of it all

In making sense of injustice

Tom Robinson’s court date is near

As a white man defending a black man

Atticus Finch ought not to be involved

In a case where a black man touched a white woman

What had Atticus done wrong in being a public embarrassment to Maycomb?

Would he teach his children well as a father, and as a lawyer in town?

An Astonishing Autumn Appreciation

The sky is overcast, and the fog clears

As I’m sitting by the window on a dreary Autumn day,

Leaves-still vibrant with red, yellow, and green—are off in the distance

Not even the thick sheet of rain can block its opulence

I ponder

At achievements and failures that line my existence

I wonder

What life has for me, and I have for it

I know I can't be moody now, for a streak of sunshine has just appeared!

Airplane Antics

Responding to a writing prompt by Brian A. Klems that's found on: http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts

On the long flight to a foreign country, you wind up telling your seatmate much of your life story. Only it isn’t yours. You’ve always wanted to pretend to be somebody else, just for an hour or two, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Only now you find yourself falling for your seatmate,...
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Oh what a farce
In living a life that isn't mine
Only in getting your attention
To the life of a record selling musician, I tell my story
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Of getting fame, I play and I perform
Eccentric rock to crooning ballads
Or was it a one hit wonder?
I perform for my fans
Forgetting about everything and everyone for the moment
As I take in the excitement!

Before, I had a sad existence
Of not being recognized, of not getting an applause
From anyone, I wandered through the streets
Looking for someone who could endorse me
Looking for someone who could believe in me

Until finally someone from Machinely Machined Records found me
Singing contently in the park
They told me to come in for a rehearsal, and came in I did
Before long, synthesizers and technology worked in my favor
Getting the applause and cheer that I so longed for,
Taking me all over the world, and now next to you!
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A plane ride can be a long time
To tell anything to anyone,
As someone in business, I go wherever life takes me!

Wired

These thoughts, so many and so scattered

Are encircling my mind, suffocating me

From living my potential!

What do I want to be? Where do I want to go? Who am I?

Constantly pervade me, blocking me from moving on.

The more I think, the more I go crazy,

Oh, these thoughts will surely be my end!

All That Jazz!

I have been brought alive,

From this sweet Jazz

That blares with its trumpets and soothes with its saxophones,

Grabbing the attention of my feet

In tapping along to its rhythm.

From this heart and soul of Dixieland to the Midwest,

I am once again summoned to liveliness, from being tucked away in the Berkshires!

The Doors

What was that promise that you made

Is what I'm hearing

As I'm rewinding to the past

To its music, its times

Its sentiments

As I live in the present

Stuck in its rhythm

That gets made with each day, each moment

I wonder of the promises that we made

Are they real?

Haunting

Shadows everywhere

Follow me 

As I turn the street corner

A dead man is being shown his end

With others watching, as it haunts my imagination.

I await The Guardian of Lost Souls.

"another head hangs lowly"

Thank You Changó on Foter for this image!

For the Trifextra Weekend Challenge this image was our fuel to a 33 word response!

Beauty

Dawn approaches with its colors of Red, Yellow, and Pink,

On a spectacular evening, as I sit back and marvel at this beauty

Of the crisp blue waves, as they either come back to its familiarity of the land,

Or instead they carry these forgotten sentiments of land with them,

As they travel farther away, and into this beautiful sunset.

~Inspired by Trifecta~

Rhyming Made Charming

Once upon a time
There was rhyme
Along with meter, rhythm, and description
Without a prescription

Now a bang, an alarm,
The third time's the charm
As I do no harm,
In writing.



For the Trifextra Writing Challenge this weekend, the idiom "Three time's a charm" was used in 33 words.

Changing

A seed
That when falling into the soil,
Grows and matures.

Like the rhythm of my heart
The essence of my core
Come into fruition
I look in your eyes, and feel your presence
Move ever so distant now

Getting trapped inside my own emotions
I now see a change
That begs me to pull away from you
As my desire for you fades away.

For the Scriptic  prompt exchange this week, Bewildered Bug gave me this prompt: Come to fruition..  

I gave Grace O'Malley this prompt: When I grew up

The Reality of an Appearance

You appear true

What would I know though,

In having such feelings,

Such overwhelming passion over you

I would then, naturally assume the best in you

Disregarding that you could be dark and a menace to society

A writhing wretch of destruction,

I would not think twice to be with you

To have a future with you

Yet though, there’s something else I see

Something else that I feel that beckons me to you

A sensation telling me that you are not dark and a menace

Or am I being tricked?

For the Trifecta Weekly Challenge http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/

this week, "appear" as having an outwardly aspect or seeming to be was used.

Pepsi!

Aye my life,
In a world wrought with strife
How do I begin to confess
Of my great distress,
Over Coca Cola versus Pepsi, in a world full of carbon
Which fizzes more?

For the Trifextra Writing Challenge this weekend, a 33 word confession had to be composed!

On Graduating

Underneath this winding loop of life is a new paradigm of hope
That after a long battle with gaining knowledge,
I have finally reached its infinite end,
As I taste its sweet honey!

Old or New is the question for you!

New or Old, what is that key
To Becoming me?

A dinosaur in the rough
Me living fashionably can be tough

Black is slimming, and with its trimming
I could be winning this inning for the night

What about for tomorrow night though?

--Inspired by Trifecta's writing challenge, the definition of "dinosaur" we had to use was one that is impractically large, out of date, or obsolete. 

Event

Sixteen,
With her license
She is off!

Exploring sights,
Soaring to new heights
Never tired from this newfound freedom
She rides like the wind!

Until one day when she rides no more
An accident almost claiming her life
Unfolds before her in a hospital bed
Where she is motionless.

"What are you going to tell your Mom" asks the nurse
"I'm not"
With her quick response to this ever fast event, she waits
Until the Day of Judgement
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For the Scriptic  prompt exchange this week, Jester Queen at http://jesterqueen.com gave me: "What are you going to tell your Mom?"/ "I'm not." 

I had given kgwaite at http://writinginthemarginsburstingattheseams.blogspot.com/ this prompt: Cradle of Civilization

Waiting

A man,
Young as he is talented
Curls up on his leather couch, waiting
Impatient for the phone to ring, he sits

What has his life come to,
A life of talent and creativity
His fears and his hopes
Here, in his living room?

He is still waiting for his casting call moments later
Did they like him, was he to their standards?
Will he get the job?

Questions, Questions!
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For the Scriptic.org prompt exchange this week, FKC at http://originallyyou.blogspot.com gave me this prompt: He curled up on his new leather couch and waited impatiently for the phone to ring.
I gave Wendryn at http://www.wendryn.com this prompt: Out of the ground, a flower emerges!

Good Weather

A sunny day

Has come today

 

 

Out with the old and in with the new

Is nature's everlasting cue

For a short time such as this

Who would want to miss

The bird songs with the raindrops?

 

 

Good weather is a time for rejuvenation and for laughter

With tears only after,

For when the joy, flowers, and green are gone

Deserted is one's lawn

For a blanket of white cannot hide

The green that has died.

For the Trifecta Writing Challenge this week, the definition of "New" as "Having been in a relationship or condition but a short time" was used.

Love

It wasn't the first time
I felt alone.

Months, even years went by
With only thoughts of you
You were more than a dream come true,
I will love you forever!

For the Trifextra Writing Challenge this weekend, we had to respond with 33 words to anything beginning with "It wasn't the first time".

Greatness

I am the One Spirit
That Stands,
Among this decay
Of our civilization,
Once so bright,
Once so promising.

Laden with gold,
Fresh meat
Bursting with trade
With our neighbors to the North and South
We, who were gifted with astronomy
Too being the keepers of time,
Had not foreseen our own time
Slipping away as we lived our days, and worked our lands.

We had not seen that our own beliefs could destroy us,
With the amount of sacrifice done at the Great Temple
Being so mighty, we had to engage in conflict with everyone
That also led to being wiped from existence.

Except, that our ways and language survived
To fall under recent academic investigation,
Our legacy lives on,
With the good and bad of our culture
We have carried on to the present day!

For the Trifecta Writing Challenge this week, the definition of "Decay" as "falling into ruin" was used.

Sunshine

With the warm sunshine
I am among green
What made winter go?

For this Trifextra Writing Challenge, we were assigned to write a poem in three lines, three stanzas, or a poem of 33 words.

Airport Bliss

For the Trifecta Writing Challenge this week, we had to respond with a 33-333 word prompt to the following image.

I go and land

Upon another's sand

I begin to moan

Wow, the Airport Security has grown!

Where are my suitcases and where's my visa?

To see the Leaning Tower of Pisa?

Ay, the suitcases are here,

My passport though seems not to appear!

Without digging my own pit,

I can find it,

To find my passport, I must need my mind,

Oh, this will surely be the find!

It is nowhere to be found, and I now got pulled over

For something too good to not be true

What will I do?

For something so small

Who do I call?

Has it only been me, or the person behind me too?

A ha, the visa has been found!

No worries, nothing to see here

With the security near

My clothes, suitcases, and bags a mess

With me being in a great state of distress!

With all the clothes and the gifts

Who did I miss?

Of the many family members to see,

Was I a good busy bee?

Addio, I am finally off

To not see the Leaning Tower of Pisa

Of which I needed my visa

To somewhere better I will travel

Walking along the gravel

Of the park near the sea

Will be the place where I will be happy as can be!

Springtime

From the heavens

Raindrops fall to the earth

As it weeps water into the ground

Awakening the soil, shaking the nutrients anew

So that life blossoms

Within the earth, and on land.

A lone flower has risen,

From one of the raindrops, it is seen across fields

Of endless flowers.

Yet, somehow

This flower weeps purity and perfection

Attracting distant bees as they come.

Pollinating other flowers,

These bees first come to the source

Of this weeping raindrop!
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For week nine Trifecta Writing Challenge used the third definition of the word "Weep" which is to exude a fluid slowly

Star

In the sky

A star sparkles

Forcing a bird to fly

Seen amidst the heavy clouds

Shining like a diamond, the bird glitters with the light

Of the star

Traveling

Across the horizon, across the vast sky

Of dreams, of hope

Landing where no one will land

One day

Power

I am power

Coming from the unknown

I shone

Through hardship and grief

Not knowing who or what I was

I dug out of that grave with my name

Engraved on the headstone

Of bitter fruit

You can’t break nor shake me

Not me or that power surge I was made out to be

Like lightning like fire

Life is all that I desire

To shine to radiate

To not be a minute late

In sending out energy

In sending out vibes

To even make people get inflicted with hives

I am power

Bursting through the seams

Of that cloth bound by the thread

Of time,

With rhythm and rhyme

Hope

Hope is man’s greatest resource, and without it we are lost. To hope is to have faith and belonging in a cause. 

In my life, time and again, I have hoped and have dreamed.  I know that God in one or many forms is great and is able to hear us from below.  It is just the time that makes us question God’s benevolence while hoping.  To wait is nerve wracking, with our faith then becoming less and less, and then us eventually losing our hopes.

God’s ultimate plan for us humans is to have hope though, and the biggest way God has showed hope is through time.  With each passing of the minute hand, a surprise is waiting for us, and through time, we are led to many surprises.  Time in the end is our biggest surprise!

Fire

 

Burning

From a single flame

Red rises

Until it reaches its maximum height

It forms, it contours

A shape

Emerges

Engulfed by heat, it rises

A burning passion

A sensation

Grips the earth

Forces from above

Drawn by the heat

Shapes this creation

Love

That from which has no explanation

It penetrates

Two individuals, One like the sun and one the moon,

This mystique, this charm

Forming

Heartbeats.

School

Seeing fellow peers

Catching up on big and small news

Hovering near a classroom

Organizing my notes for an upcoming class

Orchestrating people towards the right direction for a walking tour

Lulls me into the swing of life!

Flight

 

It was true, I hadn’t known you

Nor wanted to be

A person carrying a heavy fee

On my countenance, on myself

You came out of the blue though

Erasing all lost hope,

I became strong

I became confident

Knowing that you were right there with me,

I started to fly

Sure, there were times that my wings were stoned

So that I was knocked out of the sky

Crashing and bumping against the trees to the ground

Wings outstretched, face to the ground

You were there for those times though

Lifting me with your positive energy

I regained the strength to fly again

Having you by my side

We both were lifted into the air

Circling and hovering over hills,

Scraping the surfaces of the glassy blue waters

We flew to new heights

Never looking back on our sadness and miseries.

Three Seasons

Winter is…

Bleak,

Cold,

Depressing

I am,

Promising,

Warm,

Happy

With these two emotions, the autumn leaves fall off the tree.

Lonely Rose

A lonely rose waits at the edge of the water

Its stem to the vast blue, it waits to take root beneath the surface

Or to Float away
To some other land of hope.

Gloria Maxima

Silence is the loudness

The raging beat that amplifies my soul

Bringing me to my knees

In prayer

In solitude

The bells ring

In the nearby chapels

As angels raise me to my feet

Leading me indoors,

I am

Suddenly loud

Looking Glass

Rain falls as I sit near my window

With a looming cloudy day, I see no beginning

To this tainted state I am in

Just fear and loneliness

In the distance, I am watched

By a thousand eyes

I am lost

In a world of no meaning

No joy

No hope

I struggle to find solace

Here, within these barren walls

Beacon

With a quiver amongst the leaves

A baby bird prepares for flight

Not knowing where it will end up

He starts to fly

Over mountains and among oceans

This baby bird finds its wings

Playfully circling around the clouds, it doesn’t meddle with the sun

Like wax, the bird’s wings are delicate

Not wanting its life to end early, the bird flies

With one fell swoop, the bird lands

Across the glossy silvery surface of water, it catches fish

Its feet latched firmly onto the fish,

It flies to a nearby branch to feast.

With this routine of food and rest set, the bird journeys far

Until it lands on top of a lighthouse,

A beacon for wanderers and travelers alike,

As it rests and waits.