August Stanza 21

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Shadorma

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Deserted.

Deserted

Just empty spaces

Nothing there

Not a soul

I am totally alone

Devoid of all life

August Stanza,20

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Diamante

Image from Pixabay

Away

Afar, distant

To travel away

Going far off, leaving me behind

Abandon forget ignore

Hurtful unloved

Deserted.

August Stanza 19

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Todays poem is a Ballade.

Image from Pixabay

This angst is here to stay.

Blind to all that is kind

Deaf to all that’s tuneful

Dumb, can’t speak your mind.

Untouched by all that’s soulful.

You are lost, completely without hope

Struggling on from day today

You need to learn to cope

This angst is here to stay.

———-

You have to grow you need to mature

To blossom and to flower

So you can be strong and endure

We rely on you to reach out and take the power.

Take on this mantle you’ve been given

So struggle on from day to day

To fail will not be forgiven

This angst is here to stay.

———

So are you ready for the task

Your whole life has readied you for this

Open you eyes remove the mask

To clear your senses from the mist

You have help, you cannot resist.

Struggling on from day to day

Pointless to persist

This angst is here to stay.

——–

Are you still deaf and blind

Struggling from day to day

Your fate cannot be refined

This angst will not go away

——-

August Stanza 18.

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Todays poem is a Kennings Poem.

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Blind

Blind unseeing

Imagination freeing

Darkness surrounding

No sight

——

Careful searching

Seat perching

Eyes hands

Have plans

——-

Faces unseen

Hearing keen

Touch feeling

Eyes unseeing

——-

White stick

Dog harness

Not really

Diss – abled

———

Unseeing eyes.

Use imagination

Unable – not.

Just blind.

August Stanza 17.

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Todays poem is a Villanelle

Break.

Break these chains that bind

Evil should never prosper

To suffering avert your eyes pretend your blind.

———-

Can we help eachother, be kind

Stop the wars and hate we foster

Break these chains that bind.

——–

All the poor upon our streets we find

We should help them not condemn.

To suffering avert your eyes pretend your blind.

———-

You need to open your mind

Reach out to foes and friends

Break the ties that bind.

——

Politicians the truth you need to find

And to the down trodden make amends

Don’t avert your eyes pretending you’re blind.

———-

Let’s rise up and join as one

To work as one ’til the four horsemen are gone.

Break these chains that bind

To suffering don’t pretend your blind.

August Stanza. 16

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Haibun.

Care for caring’s sake

Care weighs heavy on me. The light struggles with the dark clouds. I sit in the lounge as the clock ticks and the rain hits the window. I breath slowly trying to rid the fear and pain within. Events from the evening before fill my mind. Words taken out of context only tell half story. I care when I should not, it will be taken up and thrown back at me.

Care for caring’s sake

Rips my soul, exposed it ache

It’s my soul that breaks.

August Stanza 15.

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Kyrielle

Fall.

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Fall, to tumble to take, a trip

To loose your footing, teeter, slip

You need to walk with eyes open

So as you do not slip again.

—-

What lies hidden, what lies in wait

To catch you out, some evil fate.

Is there a hidden danger there

To catch you out, so have a care.

August Stanza 14

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Pantoum

Image found here

Derail

Derail, a sudden silence fell

All twisted metal and acid smoke

The every day decsended into hell

Fear in the throats and all will choke.

——–

All twisted metal and acrid smoke

Body parts strewn around

Fear in the throats and all will choke.

From explosion to silence, no sound.

——

Death comes to claim spoils

Body parts strewn around

Fire ignites and oil boils

From explosion to silence, no sound.

——

Body parts strewn around

From explosion to silence, no sound

The every day decsended into hell

Derail, a sudden silence fell

——

August Stanza 13

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Tyburn.

Image from Pixabay

Avail

Avail

Prevail

Impale

Derail

And so they did avail,and prevail

On those they did impale and derail.

 

August Stanza 12

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a rant from the heart.

Image from Pixabay

Not.

Not for want of trying, I

Have spread my wings,to learn to fly.

Not for want of doing right

I’ve raged and screamed against the night

Not only for myself

I’ve questioned the distribution of wealth .

Not for my grandchildren but also me

I tried to set the opposed free

And scrape the plastic from the sea.

Not just on a whim

I’ve pointed out our leaders sins.

Not for want of trying and I am not alone.

I’ve wept for the tired planet we call home.

Not to any avail.