LIFE

Submitted for The Sunday Muse #75

inspired by the photo below.

September 29, 2019

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Once I stood atop the mountain

mistress of all I surveyed

How sweet to survey my kingdom

for which I'd so dearly paid

But I slipped from the promontory

it seemed I had only just gained

and I found that I stood in the valley

with the mountain before me again.

I vowed I would conquer the mountain

it seemed I'd climbed time after time

and, grasping familiar footholds,

once more I began to climb.

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Photo Source: Alastair Magnaldo

IDLE THOUGHTS

Bjorn challenges us to write poems
with creative use of metaphors.
Submitted to dVerse
September 24, 2019
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When memories stir with gossamer wings
to transport you back home again
best to leave them in the lingering mists
of the places you have been.

You can’t get an armful of summer breeze
and you can’t unring a bell
None can capture yesterday
and perhaps that’s just as well.

Feast from the tree of lessons learned
but keep your eye upon tomorrow
Gather happy moments as hidden gems
avoid the torn fabric of sorrow.  

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ODD PAIR

This is one of my first visits to
The Sunday Muse where the
challenge is to write a poem or
short vignette using the picture
provided for inspiration.
Submitted to The Sunday Muse
September 24,  2019
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The old man can’t play
and the bird can’t sing
they commiserate on what used to be
when the old man was young
and the bird soared free
and the world seemed theirs for the taking

they speak of roads not explored

and flights not taken
and how quick the passage of time
how trying to get it all back again
is useless, like catching the wind

and they’re left, an odd pair,
to consider what might have been.

GONE

Quadrille # 88, and we're asked

to feature the word extinct or a

form thereof in exactly 44 words.

Submitted to dVerse

September 23, 2019

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I search for words profound
to consider becoming 

extinct
What must it be like
to be the last of your species,
passing unheralded into the
mists of time.  

What would you ask with
none to mark your passing,
facing extinction without
distinction

Why me? 

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FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEE

Frank challenges us to engage in
descriptive detail. To participate in this prompt
we’re to write a poem paying attention to the
descriptive detail that will tell readers what the
poem is about and what you hope will hold their
interest and make them want to read it again.
I would hope, on contemplation, my poem
illustrates nature can imitate life.

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Consider the flight of the bumblebee
Flitting from flower to flower
His journey is energy efficient
He operates on bee power

In his suit of black and yellow
He’s quite a handsome guy
All the lady bumblebees
Want to accompany his fly

He’s said to have a temper
At least that’s what they say
Slow to anger, but when offended
He can certainly ruin your day

For those who make him angry
Memories of the encounter will linger
He may be collecting honey
But he’s always carrying his stinger.

NICK

It’s Quadrille #87, and we’re
asked to feature the word
NICK (and haven’t we all
known one?)  My rhyme’s a
bit crude, forgive me!  I had so
much more to say about Nick,
but alas I’m limited to 44 words.
My apologies to all the nice
guys here at dVerse!
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Nick the handsome devil,

the ladies’ favorite rake
was quite a charming devil
                      but his promises were fake                      

He came to be known as Nick the Prick
here featured in my rhyme
his flirting fame was fleeting
           mercifully gone in the nick of time.     

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Art credit to Mari845

at Deviant Art

     

COCK O' THE WALK

It’s Poetic Tuesday, and Mish introduces
us to the art of Bev Dyer, asks us to choose
a piece to feature in our poem.  I chose
the sassy Farm House Rooster.  
Submitted to dVerse
September 3, 2019
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Loaded with self confidence

with comb so red
and morning greeting
we've all come to dread

Strut your stuff,
you braggadoccio.
It’s the hen that lays the eggs,
you old so and so!