30 August 2012

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by Trifecta's writing challenge, the definition of "dinosaur" we had to use was one that is impractically large, out of date, or obsolete. 

29 July 2012

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

14 June 2012

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!

04 June 2012

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.

03 June 2012

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".

31 May 2012

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.

26 May 2012

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.

19 May 2012

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!

12 January 2012

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