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The Ghost of Jayne's Lost Sock

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Sep 6, 2020 at 9:58am
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Great job. I think it's an underrated form. A lot of people think it's silly when they first see it, but once the start to play around it, find it can be both relaxing OR challenging, depending on what they feel like doing that day.

I'm so glad you had fun with it!

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Sep 4, 2020 at 7:09pm
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Congratulations on the win. And glad to see you posting again.

Lilli 🧿 ☕

Sep 3, 2020 at 12:43pm
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No worries! You're good!

Tinker

Jul 16, 2020 at 3:08pm
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Hi Sarah, I'm reviewing your Outside Doorway to Sacred Inside found in your Poetic Showtime Folder. "Invalid Entry"

I thought the title intriguing. Who wouldn't want to find out what is inside?

This free verse piece just keeps going, compelling me to read on. I was breathless when finished. The lines flow into one another with fluidity but seems to propel the reader into a void of unknowns.

I loved the imagery of reaching for the knob. So real, feeling the cold metal.

The only suggestion I might offer is, you might slow it down a bit with a few longer lines. I felt like I was racing through it. Use what you find helpful, ignore the rest.

I really enjoyed reading this piece.

~~Tink

hullabaloo22

Jul 3, 2020 at 7:01am
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This was certainly a poem that I could very much relate to. Two colors as well, both very opposite in their characteristics, like fire and sky, rage and calm.
The reference to blood and bleeding is one that I always seem to make myself, and passion too.
I'd like to be able to paint myself blue too, but after all this time I don't think it's going to happen.
Very nice.

Pumpkin Spice Sox

Jul 1, 2020 at 12:39am
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It is an interesting poem. I like the way you incorporated the masks with that and your word choices, my brain went all kinds of post apocalyptic places while i read. My mind was like a split screen thinking zombie apocalypse and simple stroll across the stret at the same time.

Lilli 🧿 ☕

Jun 1, 2020 at 11:12am
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Great job!

SB Musing

May 20, 2020 at 5:39pm
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🌕 HuntersMoon Oh goodness, I got that stuck in my head right now. That's a good one!

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May 20, 2020 at 5:38pm
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It reminds me of the joke: Hookers never fart... they just prosti-toots.

SB Musing

May 1, 2020 at 11:37am
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NOVAcatmando Thank you so much for the comment, congrats to yourself for the amazing month of poetry! I'll be back to review your poems!

September 3, 2020 at 11:53am

#992254

Reticulum of the Wrist

“Reticulum of the Wrist”
9-3-20

Dancing in the reticulum
of my wrist, bones contracted
like a bird made for flight and fancy
hips the movements of happiness
personified by the joy
exuberant in the heart
driving hands to topple over
each other like a destination
being the journey
of how to physically embody
the sense of music
mating with skin
streaming through
bloodstream to make standing
an impossible task
when the movements
of music beg
for your bodies
continual transit
being a transaction
that never processes fully
only gets put on hiatus
then continued later.

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Prompt: for 9/3, September 3rd:

PROMPT DANCING IN AN UNUSUAL PLACE - can be literal, metaphoric, surreal, whatever you want.

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A Week of Poetic Craziness
#2133562 by The Ghost of Jayne's Lost Sock

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July 19, 2020 at 5:12pm

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A Melody Of Taste Buds

The unwinding of muscles bound
to bind me like ropes causing a
pushy pully system that sets
taunt and tidied without
ever relaxing my shoulders
to ears where they stand
end on end to listen for danger
that has already since passed.
Complexities dance on the tongue
sweet licorice root setting a twang
upon the back of my tongue
settling digestion to a rumble.
Peppermint cooling on tops
of lips parted to taste
and partake it with a sip.
The heat of ceramic wraps itself
lovingly around my palms
seeming to set fire to the need
to use heat to relax the beat
of my heart into a steadiness
so far apart from the time
before this one, great sip
was taken by parted lips.
A sigh escapes, the admittance
that I am but a day finished
afternoon creeping into evening
light spreading like a kaleidoscope
of colors as my taste buds
dance with the trance
of tea spreading from mouth
to my throat and stomach
to the hum of my throat
swallowing each gulp
like the satisfaction
of a day well done.

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Prompt: Prompt: Tell me about something you love to do to relax.
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Lightning and Thunder. Thunder.

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July 7, 2020 at 5:33pm

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“Lightning and Thunder. Thunder.”
7-7-20

The taste of electricity like a metal
in the mouth mainly coppery
in texture and feel. The touch of reverberation like
the earth moving under your arches
making spine coil in preparation
of the necessary action to follow.
Lightning flashes first the light
preceding the sound of a rumble
or crackle of static electricity
making your hairs stand on end.
It’s instinctual to bunch muscles
in a coiled piston for the feel
of how it reacts and enacts
change and flight or fight
following the senses
tuning into it with each
rumble, crackle, snap
or thunderous growl
like a thief in the sky
it brings about daylight
tonight and during the action
of rain is calming the skies
howling at the clouds
splitting open with Thor’s hammer
it demands attention,
hairs on end standing
awaiting the debate
of whether to stay or flee.
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Prompt: "Thunder" - you must use all 5 senses and do not use the words see, touch, taste, hear, smell or feel.

It doesn't have to be weather-related

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July 6, 2020 at 5:24pm

#987403

Euphoria Begging Veins

My excitement like courage
jitters jiving and a shudder
euphoria begging to meet veins.

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24 Syllables
Prompt: Euphoria
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July 6, 2020 at 3:31pm

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Poetry In Motion

The arrow sang from the sinew
of the bow created to clarify
the possibility of an answer
I relapsed in love as it struck
the arrow’s head embedded
to sink inside my heart
and tread deeper in the veins
bleeding out words
aspiring to be
the definition of poetry in motion.

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Prompt: Use the following 3 words within your poem. Bold them for the judge!

- Arrow
- Clarify
- Possibility

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July 3, 2020 at 1:40pm

#987142

Solivagant Status

A solivagant status
bounding past states
conspiring to stay steadfast
in the strides of her flight.

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The Prisms of My Reflective Rainbow

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24 syllabes
Prompt: Solivagant

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June 29, 2020 at 7:17pm

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Red is the color of my life
it stands for passion
blood wetting the pavement
from how many times I tested
my mortality after the fact.
It is the feel of my veins on fire
ridden with anxiety’s desperate touch
singeing everything around it
like a fire out of control.
Sometimes, I like to write myself
as blue, a sense of calm
the ocean’s never-ending rhythm
playing on a repeat of crashing waves
trying to find that calm to the fire
that stokes and tricks me into choking
on my words when I want to share them.
Red becomes me
a hint of my passion
burning like fuel in the oven
of my soul stoked by the survival game
I keep playing after I brought about
a second coming with my life
through the blood
of my past spilled
for too many days.
I want to pretend to be blue
to be rid of anxiety
to hear the crashing waves
be my call to home
yet I can’t deny
my phoenix upbringing
that brought about
who I am today
let me just say
I am red, passion,
desire, flames of higher
burning through my veins
like liquid fire just waiting
for a spark to ignite it.

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Poetry Prompt Week #5
Week 5 / June 29

Write a poem inspired by a color.
Any color, poet's choice.

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June 17, 2020 at 3:22pm

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Darkness Draped As A Moon-Filled Dream

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She comes to me
clouded in darkness worn
as a cape and her beauty astounds
it is where you are both lost and found.
Ravens serenade her at night
a song made for her alone,
and how can you be
the embodiment of dark
while creating so much light
in your wake? As you move,
moonbeams shine from
the tail of your coats and
you are draping the ground
in the light of stars creating
constellations in the wake
of your footsteps. Your footsteps
create doorways to new worlds
and when her arms wave
the air parts and bows
in homage to the strength
of your touch, the delicateness
of your black magic you make
every time your lips part
you’re singing spells
and they don’t mind
being entranced by your
words tracing lines
down their spine
into mouths parted
made to take
the deposited words
for them to taste
she is their awakening
their welcomed demise
as the sun rises
her moon still shines.

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Love Meant Like Bowing Trees

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June 15, 2020 at 11:02pm

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Mentor

I don’t have mentors
only mentions when I fail
to succeed and then try,
try again until failure
becomes absolute completion.

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June 8, 2020 at 7:57pm

#985298

They looked like bowing trees
hands held always, he stayed quiet
while she spoke in a grandeur of tone
used by women that ruled their household.
He loved her without question,
amazed by her ability to conquer
this world and claim it as her own.
He was the quiet to her loud,
the calm to her storm,
the ever ending to her story
age adding to time passing
something out of stories,
made to be realized by
life and made into hands
like a craftsman with clay.

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Line Count: 15 Lines
Prompt: ROUND 40
Write a poem about a couple that you admire.

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Write a heartfelt piece based on the prompt provided.
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June 5, 2020 at 3:16pm

#985065

The Prescription is Lyrics

I listen to music
to drown out my thoughts
the treble of the tone
causes a tremble in my bones
and I don’t know
if it’s anxiety
or if it’s my prescription
to prevent this feeling
and the Doctors say
they don’t want me
in the hospital right now
rushing me out like a bag of bones
looking to expose the loopholes
in what they did to try to cure
me when my body gave in
to the overwhelming weight
I carried and so the serenade
tries to bring serenity to me
and it comes and goes
with the radio waves
trying to give me an escape
while I’m trapped in a prison
of skeletons and a ribcage
expanding and depleting
all the same even when
life doesn’t feel like
it’s happening
I happen
to keep moving
despite the pain
of my breath rattling
in a cage like a convict
why does my body
not feel like a home
at times and too much like home,
other times, that’s the price
of mental health
when it’s not convenient
to treat in our current
environment I keep self-prescribing
songs to make me reconcile
what this day
will give me today.

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June 4, 2020 at 2:48pm

#984999

Spring Is My Name

I awakened with spring
she held my body in the sunshine
the brightness enrobing me in a cloak
of rays and radiance, I refused to rid
her season brought about my birth
brings death with the renewal of life.
I am but spring in my name
in the movement of my dance
hips swaying with the flowers
taken by her breeze, I ask her
to enrich my soil with her water
to fertilize my thoughts with rain
I shall bring bright humidity
to her awakening and bow
to her gracious grace.

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Prompt: Spring Awakening
Line Count: 15 Lines
Word Count: 101 words
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June 4, 2020 at 2:13pm

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Summer's Intent

The beach’s sun opens
heat waves mirages contain
monsoon moments brought back by bright
light humidity held
alluding to languorous times
sweat beats brow saturated
glowing intent.

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Form: The Star Sevlin
ROMPT DESCRIPTION (You don't have to use all the words or include them in the poem):
BEACH, HUMIDITY, SIZZLING, MONSOON, BRIGHT, SUN, GLOWING, LANGUOROUS
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NATURE-themed quarterly contest.
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June 2, 2020 at 3:30pm

#984862

Melody Of Shadows

"Melody of Shadows"

Is this the real life, or is this just fantasy?
The lyrics singing out, music notes
dancing around my head
like something out of a cartoon
and I reach out to touch something
anything, to solidify myself in this
here and now, but then and when
I do the music plays like a prescription
made for my lips alone to open,
swallow and taste the flavor
of songs, Queen playing the crescendo
of a battle zone ending where
explosions happen and your breath
is knocked out of your lungs like a fall
you can’t quite recover from, fully.
Is this the real life, or is this just fantasy,
caught in the semblance of reality
a melody of shadows dancing against the walls
mimicking the sway of my body
as a welcome mirror to create something
feasible with the unreasonable
it keeps belting out the tunes
though no one seems to hear,
except those acute enough
to catch past the song’s solo.

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