One – Liner Wednesday. North Star.

One liner Wednesday.

“In the face of adversity, we have a choice. We can be bitter, or we can be better. Those words are my North Star.”

Caryn Sullivan.

Sorry it’s a day late!

Colleen Chesebro’s #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 206 #SYNONYMSONLY

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This week, Kerfe Roig selected the words:

mingle and drift

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Gentle thoughts mingle
Before they softly drift off
Tenderly as one.
Harsh thoughts crash and bash your mind.
Never turn the eyes that’s blind

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Acrostic Autumn Poem and Autumn thoughts.

Here are two Autumnal Poems I wrote back in 2014.

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All   the leaves are dancing  swirling down

Undulating  in the breeze round and round

Tumbling  rumblings underground

Urgently  creatures searching for   their stores underground.

Mists  in the mornings, chilly  nights soon be fireworks after  Halloween  frights!

New seasons  Harvest Moon, witches and pumpkin men  will be here soon!

 

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The sun’s heat  is  waning  and the nights  are drawing in[/caption]

Chilly winds are swooping round corners and  whipping up  the leaves

Early morning porridge, make sure  you wrap up the cold will nip your skin.

Summer sadly  has taken her up her shoes and left us the dark mornings to grieve.

Ready  for the harvest ready  for shorter  days

Time to get out  your  winter  coats  and your furry boots

The long  and lazy days  of  summer  have vanished in a haze.

Cars  driving with their lights on early, listen out for their  warning toots!

Hedgehog in Reverse: A Poem

It  is  so  hard  to  stay  away   even  though circumstances  demand  I  must. So  Here  I  am  with  my  heart  on  my  sleeve  again. Just  a  quick  visit  to  get  an  annoying  set  of  words  off  my  brain  and out  of  my  heart.

9739f77602a3f673d4c0eafd65933dc1Hedgehog in reverse
It is such a curse
Deeper each day
The barbs don’t go away.

Piercing deeper than deep
Through my brain they seep
Sometimes they make me fall
Always they sting and make me small.

I close my mind to fears
When verbal barbs assault my ears
There is no where I can go
There is just no escape I know

 

NaPoWriMo Day 13 Walking in the rain

Today is day 13  of NaPoWriMo   Today’s prompt is to write a poem on what we see when on a walk , I also wrote some of the random thoughts that come into your head when out on that walk.

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Walking in the rain

Pull my hood up against the rain,

with your hood up the drops are not such a pain.

Down the sheltered path towards the fields

No one trims the bushes, so you need to keep your eyes peeled.

Opps! mind the dog mess, careless owners are such a pest!

I’d like to find them and rub their noses in the mess!

Through the gate and along the cinder path

Look at the squirrels dashing about , they do make me laugh.

Wave to friends walking their  lovely pets

They all pick up their dog’s mess not one of them forgets!

I  bet you think  I am ranting on about dog poo!

Sorry  that is not what I intended to do!

Turn off the path and enter the field past the slide and swings

Usually busy with children  but in this rain they are neglected things.

Lots of memories come flooding back of the boys dashing here and there

Shouting playing having fun a call of ,” time to go”, answered by a chorus of  “It’s not fair!”

They’re all men  with busy lives, yes they’ve grown and flown

Sometime soon they will walk here with me with children of their own .

Cross the field, now a park yet I remember when we first came here

It was still part of a farm . We trod carefully up the path for of cows I had a fear!

No cows now, to  the right a pleasant view and to my left hundreds of houses

Some ordered and plain, some bedecked with Wisteria  looking like brightly coloured blouses!

Reach the top and out the gate to meet the main road atop the hill

busy now full of  cars and lorries, time was it was quiet and still.

Down the road towards the town past the auction rooms and the church

The old police station  now flats across from the Tudor House on which the Magpies perch.

Boom the noise hits you now for we are in the town with people hustling

Up and down busy with their lives in and out of the shops bustling.

We’ve got buildings old and new and coffee shops galore

We have all the shops you get in towns now , a library, restaurants and more.

It’s Saturday and the market is on, such a shame it’s cold and raining.

The people on the stalls look wet and cold  but their demeanor shows they are not complaining.

Walking past the clothes shops and the nail bars, they are popular in our town we have three!

Estate agents, and coffee shops plus some household names, its buzzing here such a lot to see.

At the big church at the other end of town opposite the pub I turn back on to my route

There  is traffic coming at me and the wind and rain, the drivers are impatient listen to them toot.

I often wonder if they think harassing pedestrians  like me is fair game.

I always like to think that I drive well, I wonder if  like them, I am just the same?

Follow this road I love, lined each side with houses and with trees

They have built so much along here since we came, planners, no more please.

OH!  nearly home the high hedges of our house I can spy

Damn I am really wet now soaked by a careless driver passing by!

Oh! well at least I am nearly home and I can change my clothes

The kettle won’t take long to boil and there are new biscuits, yes I’ll have one of those.

It is always good to have a walk and let the mind and memory roam free

Fresh air, even if wet , people and sights to see then when you get home again a lovely cup f tea.

REMEMBERING

photo credits google images

In the early evening after glow I relax and let my feelings flow. I let my mind reach for the stars and imagine a long lasting kiss to be reacquainted with joy and bliss.

Stretching out my arms remembering your charms. Feeling the warmth that you aroused in me, thinking of the strength you give me that sets me free.

The rain beats a dance against the window pain, the leaves on the tree wipe the rain from the glass just like tears that fall again and again. It reminds me that all things must pass.

I can see the empty street as the light begins to fade and the street lamps come to life just a fairy glade. The raindrops glint like silver as they fall through the yellow light towards the pavement disappearing like life into the darkening  night.

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