Category Archives: Poetry

Replaced #Costanza #Poem

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I need a place to hide my shame
Or better still, to vanquish all,
For shameful feelings bring the fall.

I seek the magic in my name
That shows, not who I choose to be,
But who I Am when I Am free!

I search for one eternal flame,
The fire of life that is my spark,
Which shines on through the deepest dark.

I trust myself, but not the same.
The person I have been is gone,
Replaced by someone moving on!

I play at life and win the game!
No matter what has come before,
I live in knowing evermore!

I need no place to hide my shame.
No longer mine, it’s blown away
By lighter dawns and brighter days!

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This is a Costanza, written for
MLMM Saturday Mix: Lucky Dip – Costanza

Oasis #Decima #Poem #SixSentenceStories

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We seek oasis, safe and warm,
A beacon shining in the dark.
We need a fire to light our spark!
We long for shelter from the storm.
When troubles come, they come in swarms
And prey on thinking that’s confined.
We’ve lost our way, because we’re blind
To greater good and higher plan.
Yet guided by an unseen hand,
We reach oasis in our mind!

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A Decima for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 33: (BLIND) in the C rhyme line.
Also written for
#SixSentenceStories: Oasis.

Prairie Longings #Poem

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Have you ever been drawn to the prairie,
Where untouched wheat fields blow in the wind?
And the Great Plains! They stretch beyond vision!
Brambles thick so we can’t enter in.

Where the night is mysterious graphite
And the gray that’s beginning the day
Slowly drifts to the brightest of sunshine,
So your herb gardens flourish away!

It’s a hard life and quite grizzly sometimes.
Yet you can’t help but wonder and wait.
Have you ever been drawn to the prairie?
Boundless freedom and no iron gates!

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My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #47

Before I Sleep #Decima #Poem

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My race of life is not yet run,
With miles to go before I sleep.*
While during loss I sometimes weep,
Much joy and laughter have I won!
I’m thankful for each day begun;
For night, to enter wisdom’s wood.
My life unfolds just as it should,
Yes, even when I cannot tell.
The Universe does all things well!
Before I sleep, I wake to good!

*From
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.

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My Decima for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 32: (SLEEP) in the B rhyme line.

Possibilities #Poem

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Within Infinity
possibilities and potentials are endless!
That’s why it’s called Infinity!

Within Eternity
their stretch is limitless!
That’s why it’s called Eternity!

Yet on earth
possibilities and potentials
become limited.

So we ask
for the Infinite, Eternal wisdom
to live our own possibilities!

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A Quadrille for De’s “possible” prompt at
dVerse