Easily written on paper
Formed from an imaginative mind
With plenty of ink on ancient parchment
Scratched beautifully with a calligraphy styled pen
Easily crafted words professing your love
Promises so artfully scribed
Easily believed then, in the moment
If only they were true.
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http://dversepoets.com/2022/03/21/quadrille-148-papered-poems/
douse me with water
your touch sets me on fire
please pour on the ice
cool the passionate feelings
before I burst into flames
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Joe thought he was talented, even versatile, in his abilities, much better than standard contestants. The twenty mile hike was nothing compared to his usual daily excursions, hence his confident appearance at the rally. Of course that was before he spotted the buxom blonde jogger coming up on his left. He stared a bit too long, tripped over a small stick and broke his ankle. He looked up to see her glance back and wink.
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The setting can be nature, a favorite season, or some event of your day. Something, as I mentioned above that can be contemplative in nature.
Within each of the three lines there is usually a pause. You can hear it in the example below. The bold sections are the parts after the pause, or at least as I read/hear them. Reading your Sijo out loud will help with using the correct form.
The following example is considered the oldest Sijo in existence,
The spring breeze melted snow on the hills then quickly disappeared.
I wish I could borrow it briefly to blow over my hair
And melt away the aging frost forming now about my ears.
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Autumn leaves so beautiful on trees, fall gently to the ground
Misty feelings as the breeze shifts them, quietly to their death
Nature’s way intentionally done, seasons will start anew.
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He brews “coffee so manly it makes me want to go out, chop wood and wear a flannel shirt” – Jonathan Maberry
It was, to the little girl, an ordinary day. Julie’s mother sent her out to the yard to play while she did the ironing. Being eight months pregnant with her third child, ironing took its toll and frequent trips to the bathroom left a hot iron in a dangerous position.
Julie was delighted, loved being free in the yard to play. Her imagination soared as she placed the various rocks and pebbles around on the table. She was serving tea to her imaginary friends.
What was not noticed by her was a threatening skull moving slowly sneaking up behind her, watching. She only let out one small scream but that was not heard by her mother.
Time’s up😲
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Loud explosions being heard
Small ears cannot seem to comprehend
Fear seen in their parents’ faces
Shuffled along in lines
For water, food, no bedrooms to sleep in
War looms and makes living nightmares
For reasons they don’t understand.
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https://fivedotoh.com/2022/03/22/fandangos-story-starter-38/
“I’m sorry! I didn’t look up in time to see you there. This particular batter is thick and hard to stir, so I was putting my whole arm into it! I see the glob missed most of you but was determined to maculate your collar.” With that statement the bakery owner presented the customer with a coupon for free cookies for the entire week.
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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/03/22/three-things-challenge-910/?like_actor=102337606&like_hmac=245a08a9f5964a708c36b99e1d01c3b4&postid=81548&like=1&source=sub_email. Your three words today are:
PARTICULAR
SORRY
PRESENT
Pulling myself out of the bed
To pee again, something I dread
I’d rather be sleeping instead
Or I could just wet the bed.
Look in the mirror to check what needs shaving
Hoping fingers with razor will be behaving
I don’t want the blade to start engraving
Till blood starts running and raving.
Then there’s dressing, always a treat
Groaning to put socks and shoes on my feet
Stretching on layers smoothed to look neat
Pulling on and tucking in trousers a feat.
Finally finished, its time for a drink
Or breakfast, that’s what most people think
I prefer coffee—makes my eyes start to blink
Then into my recliner I sink.
Morning routines seem to be the way
Doing it over and over each day
Keeps unforeseen accidents at bay
When hair turns relentlessly gray.
Old age comes to us all they say:
“if you’re lucky” or “better than the alternative” way.
Those words spoken cause some dismay
Cause it’s always the young speaking that bray.
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https://chelowens.com/2022/03/22/the-terrible-poetry-contest-3-18-22/#like-21074
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