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by Trifecta's writing challenge, the definition of "dinosaur" we had to use was one that is impractically large, out of date, or obsolete.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