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More poems for Promptly Poetry, stuffed into this book because I have reached my limit.

Prompt: (verb) to move to action
Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately
Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads
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June 29, 2025 at 6:40am
June 29, 2025 at 6:40am
#1092468

I know a young lass who wears the Spring,
she sprays it from a bottle.
Of lilacs, dewdrops and blooming things,
it ought to smell a lottle.

But somewhere in those aromas floral
are sprinkled weird ingredients.
Now, to imitate Spring should be immoral
but in business, it’s expedience.

So instead of using all scents natural,
they think to make improvements.
Yet, the resulting potion is, in factual,
a concoction of pollutants

I know she thinks she’s wearing Spring,
and smells just like a rose.
Alas to me, it’s a chemical thing,
that irritates my nose.



Written for Promptly Poetry Week 45
"Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Prompt/Week # 45

Select one of the five senses, then write a poem about it.
sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch
June 28, 2025 at 7:15am
June 28, 2025 at 7:15am
#1092396

Because I once have seen a wave
its tide engrave
when at its full
a push and pull

Because I once have dipped my toes
into its flow
the ocean’s roll
renewed my soul

Because of this, I can still feel
sea’s kiss so real
though far away
from salty spray





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Week 44

Prompt - Minute Poetry

The Minute Poem is a rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter.
The poem is formatted into three stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff
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I misread the directions at first and wrote 12 lines of 8 syllables in iambic meter
I am not throwing that poem away but appending it here. I had to chop it up to fit the prompt, but this is how it began:


Because I once have seen a wave
Upon the sand its tide engrave
Heaving, foaming when at its full
The chaos in the push and pull

Because I once have dipped my toes
Into the icy ebb and flow
Held my breath ‘neath the ocean’s roll
shocked my senses, renewed my soul

Because of this, I can still feel
Sea’s kiss upon my skin, so real
Though far from shores and salty spray
I oft’ relive those sunny days
June 24, 2025 at 5:57am
June 24, 2025 at 5:57am
#1092135
You never see a stormy sky
though you reside in the clouds,
no noises from the busy burg
rise high enough to disturb you,
no birds nesting in the nooks
wake you with their trilling,
no voice from your past can haunt you.
An ivory tower impenetrable
helps you escape it,
there is only music if you make it,
but you don’t sing anymore
do you?


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Week 43 - Prompt - image of a white castle with spires and towers reaching to the clouds
June 21, 2025 at 6:29am
June 21, 2025 at 6:29am
#1091950
This man-made wind cools
but is lacking in style.
It’s an unrelenting roar
unaccompanied by rustling leaves.
It never swirls around flirtatiously
before rushing up to meet you
and caress your cheek.
It plays no concert in the trees
but drowns out the music of the night
with its boorish droning.
It simply but steadily blows -
humming at a decibel sufficient
to lure the mind away from distractions,
moving enough air to allow sleep
but still, I am no fan.


Promptly Poetry
Week 42
Prompt -Listen.
What’s the most prominent sound you hear?
Write about it.


June 18, 2025 at 7:18am
June 18, 2025 at 7:18am
#1091739
When the dark waters of the sky
quench the fire of the day,
birds sleep in secret places
lamps are extinguished
and I lay my head down
in expectation of silent escape.
In the cradle of my pillow
the thrum of my pulse
echoes in my ear.
The fan hums and drums
a big band? no, a symphony
the music insistent
it ricochets from wall to wall.
Roll over and it stops
but there’s a vibration to the night
the earth emits a low growl
menacing a response to the retreating light.
Dreams create from this
other worlds into which I am thrown.
Voices arise from sparking synapses.
There is chaos in this imperfect silence
and I am glad to wake
to the choking cough
of the coffee pot.


Written for Promptly Poetry "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Week 41

Prompt
Write a poem about silence.
Explore its different aspects (eerie, peaceful, anxiety-provoking, etc.).
May 17, 2025 at 7:34am
May 17, 2025 at 7:34am
#1089499
Wake your dreams,trust me, they will not break.
Break that drowsy spell, see the sun wake.
Shine a new light upon your life’s design.
Design each moment to brightly shine.
Goodbye to wishful dreams, it’s time to fly.
Fly to your destiny, wave fears goodbye.



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PROMPT - week 40

Mirror Sestet

The Mirror Sestet, created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a poem that can be written in one or more stanzas of 6 lines each. The specific guidelines for this form are as follows:

The first word of line 1 rhymes with the last word of line 1.
The first word of line 2 is the last word of line 1
and the last word of line 2 is the 1st word of line 1.

The first word of line 3 rhymes with the last word of line 3.
The first word of line 4 is the last word of line 3
and the last word of line 4 is the 1st word of line 3.

The first word of line 5 rhymes with the last word of line 5.
The first word of line 6 is the last word of line 5
and the last word of line 6 is the 1st word of line 5.
May 11, 2025 at 6:15am
May 11, 2025 at 6:15am
#1089093
Mother, may I go out and play?
the sun is shining bright today.
The lilacs have burst forth on the trees,
“it’s May, it’s May” buzz the busy bees.

Leaves, not buds, cover every bough,
April’s tomfoolery is over now.
Nary a cloud mars a clear blue sky,
only the fledgings learning to fly.

It’s time for me to leave the nest,
I want to soar like all the rest.
The sun is shining bright today,
oh Mother, may I go out and play?


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Week 39

Prompt - an image of things relating to May, including a May calendar
May 8, 2025 at 6:45am
May 8, 2025 at 6:45am
#1088919

Such tiny hands and tiny feet
a tiny thumb in your mouth so sweet
With just a turn of your secret key
you squirmed in my arms like a real baby

I remember Thumbelina,
showing you to Grammy
how amazed she was to see you move.
“Nothing like that in my day”
she might have said.
I don’t remember exactly.
I was five and all I have
is the memory of you in her arms,
one photo of you and me
on that Christmas morning,
and the name of the dog
that chewed you up
and killed you.


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Prompt/Week # 38

Write a poem about your favorite childhood toy.
May 7, 2025 at 6:30am
May 7, 2025 at 6:30am
#1088858
Options you offer
options to change my world
to regulate the environment
with a touch of a button.
DRY or COOL.

Temperature and humidity
in Celsius or Fahrenheit
set for now or later.
Timed for comfort
you offer ultimate control.

But your unit is gone
a victim of its own usefulness
worn down by demands.
No air hums over its louvers
it no longer responds
when you call to it.

Disconnected, still
you read the room.
It’s eighty-six you tell me
but I know that’s wrong
Your batteries are weak.
so you cannot be trusted.

I will put you in the drawer,
just in case.



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Prompt/Week # 37


Pick any object in your room.
Now write a poem describing this object.

May 5, 2025 at 7:53am
May 5, 2025 at 7:53am
#1088750
We’ll tell everyone we live in France
in a stately villa by the sea.
From the city we did flee,
to the land of love and romance.
We’ll tell everyone we live in France.

Tell them how lovely life can be
how our hearts are finally free.
A life of wine and song and dance.
We’ll tell everyone we live in France.

Happiness there is a guarantee
each day we play in the spray on a spree,
the night’s lull is a heavenly trance.
We’ll tell everyone we live in France.

Though it’s a dream, we both agree
even if we must wait till we’re retirees
someday, we’ll be bold and take a chance.
We’ll tell everyone we live in France.


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Week 36

------Poetry Form: DANSA

Here are the guidelines for writing the dansa:

Opening quintain (or 5-line stanza) followed by quatrains (or 4-line stanzas)
The opening line of the first stanza is the final line of every stanza, including the first
Rhyme scheme in the opening stanza: AbbaA (capital A represents the refrain)
Rhyme scheme in all other stanzas: bbaA
No other rules for subject, length, or meter.

One additional PPC rule for this one: a minimum of 13 lines (3 stanzas per the above rules)



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