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the temptation to quit is always
there nagging at us, telling us
that we don’t really need to
stop this deadly habit
we don’t need to
Today’s prompt was to write about temptation. As you know, I do not like writing exactly what I know everyone else is going to write for a prompt. So I choose not to write about what normally comes to mind when one hears the word “temptation” and instead wrote about the kind of temptation that we give into all too often. Overeating and not exercising. This poem is a nonet. Have you been writing poetry this month?
the mountain I thought
I could never climb up
my old pair of jeans fit
I wrote this poem at the beginning of the year for an #inkMine prompt. I have lost 22 pounds on the Ketogenic Diet. I am going off of it for the summer. I will go back on it when I send the boys off to school in August because I am not down to the weight where I want to be, but I am in shape and healthier than I have been in 3+ years.
It is amazing
The lengths to which
The body can expand
To hold pain and poison
If a regular person
Were to be given 55 pills
Of Oxy or another opioid
They would die immediately
But if a person works at it
Slowly ingesting more and more
Hating themselves every day
They can build up
To that level of tolerance
Hate can take you far
Down dark paths
The question becomes
Can you get back
I started to write this almost 5 years ago. I decided to finish it this year because the opioid crisis has gotten worse instead of better. I was afraid that it didn’t sound like a poem but was more like prose. What do you think? Is it prose, just thoughts, or can it be a poem? Read these definitions and tell me what you think.
Prose: Any material that is not written in a regular meter like poetry. Many modern genres such as short stories, novels, letters, essays, and treatises are typically written in prose.
Sonnet: English (or Shakespearean) sonnets are lyric poems that are 14 lines long falling into three coordinate quatrains and a concluding couplet.
Free Verse: Free Verse is an irregular form of poetry in which the content-free of traditional rules of versification, (freedom from fixed meter or rhyme). In moving from line to line, the poet’s main consideration is where to insert line breaks. Some ways of doing this include breaking the line where there is a natural pause or at a point of suspense for the reader.
Blank Verse: Blank Verse is Poetry that is written in unrhymed iambic pentameter. Blank verse is often unobtrusive and the iambic pentameter form often resembles the rhythms of ordinary speech. William Shakespeare wrote most of his plays in blank verse.
exquisite night for
a walk through the neighborhood
new summer old goals
I wrote this for #haikuchallenge on Twitter. I wrote it in Spring, but I am posting it on the first day of Summer. Do you have any old or new goals for the summer?
call him early
or call me incompetent
we were in God’s hands
I have been reluctant to share this one because I am not sure what to write with it. I guess since I believe 3 line poems are powerful enough to stand on their own, you don’t need an explanation. I will say that my baby boy was born at 37 weeks, and was just days past being “premature.” Statistics say this is why he is slightly asthmatic.
Dear Lord 1
Dear Lord ease this pain
Don’t leave me to be slain
I need you Lord, I need you now
Doctors, I need you anyhow
Forget the meds, forget the scripts
Please keep me from the crypts
I know you can, I know you will
Slowly I swallow this pill
I find it easier to get through the week if I pray, read The Bible, read quotes and posts from other Christians, and do a devotion in the morning.
What spiritual habits help you get through the week?
“Acrostic Fridays” are now going to be “Wandering Wednesdays”.
I will now be posting on Wednesdays instead of Fridays. While I plan to post a lot of my religious poems, I will post others that really don’t have a category. I have quite a few poems that are short and irregular and have been rejected more than once- they are going to be making their way onto this blog.
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“Wandering Wednesday” will not have its own category, each poem will be put into the appropriate existing category.
Makings of a Story
Run your hand, down my spine
Feel the break, in the line
Feel the scar, see the glare
Be disgusted, I don’t care
Know the story, know the truth
Something sprang, from this root
It was not by chance, it was not mistake
For a reason I do ache
Twisted in fashion, I am broke
Where there is fire, there is smoke
A story of love I have to tell
With pride, my heart does swell
He loves me and made me so
With a story I now go
What do you think? Give me some feedback! 🙂
My Favorite Doctor
Can you see me today?
Here’s my Insurance card.
I am at a 9, please help!
Right there, that’s the sorest.
Over, I flip to my back.
Pop, my vertebrae move.
Right side is next.
Alright, I am feeling better.
Can I see you next week?
Thanks so much!
Other doctors didn’t help me.
Relief is so sweet.
Have you ever tried to write an Acrostic poem?
What kinds of poetry have you written?
my bones call to me
As winter approaches, I know many of you actually “feel” it. And not in a “I’m so spiritual and in tune with nature” way either. Your joints are stiffening and your bones are cracking and hurting. I feel for you, I have back problems myself. I do not have arthritis, and I cannot feel it when the pressure or temperature drops, but I know some of you can. Here is a poem written about those feelings.
Another Day in the School of Pain
I wish my body didn’t fail so often
I wish I could get through the day
Without sharp twinges in my back
With no reminder of my imperfections
The headaches make it hard to concentrate
The pain coursing down my spinal cord
Makes me doubly annoyed at everything
It is hard to find joy on days like this
Accommodate the pain and learn
As our learning time here is short
There are so many lessons in The Pain
This is what God is trying to tell us
Like it or not mountains crumble down
Death is another lesson to be learned
Mind numbing pain teaches us to be grateful
For we are becoming better in mind
If not in body