POETIC OCEANS 2

Today’s prompt is to write a love poem, but the object of the poem should be inanimate. O' My Dear Perceptional Pencil How can I deny My love, Without you  I cannot write nor reply I look for you all the time I hold you to even draw a line I move you to form new words I keep you and hold you close I smile to myself when I see you lie And if I ever lose you I cry,  O' My Precious Personal Pencil Without you I cannot rely, I know not where and when the words may fly' O' The writing and the written world   You  gracefully elegantly unfold; Making it possible for all tales untold To see the myths legends fables of old And the note' the words of gold In silver bronze embossed or bold You make me feel warm in the cold O' Most  Dear Precious  Pencil under my pillow you sleep where from time to time I peep you are there, then I am at peace I Have you, I buy, to hold, to keep, you can n...

Today I challenge you to write a “golden shovel.” This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. Inspired by poem 'Fire and Ice' by Robert Frost                                    Can Oceans Suffice?                                         vast fluid expanses filled against fire touching at the poles masses of ice ascension to purity blocked by desire  hopes are for heaven away from hell fire spite kills the spirit each day not once but twice greed anger sloth pride hate avoid these spread love it is not too late why did the Lord create oceans more than lands because He knew a loving human heart would like the deep oceans suffice.

                                                      Challenge to write a charm – a simple rhyming poem                                                                             ............ Soft cotton balls from fields of lovely growth silencers from all the cars of the world speech jammers anti barking-ers compressors depressors collected may keep sonorous sounds low Ah,silencers of the noisy crossbow- cackle babble coo caw swish pendabra pendabra penciglish I wish ... ............. stop stop erase erase' there is more pain than meets the ear' alarms sirens are useful 'dear let them wail on by the arm Poof' there g...

                            Today’s optional prompt is to write a lune, based on version by Jack Collum Clouds  storms  create  streams  ponds   lakes  rivers  oceans life's circle culminate

Nothing worse than discarded hopes Butting in when you have given up, Thrusting faith into comfortable loss, Demanding your heart again because This time they've made a proper start, This time they will rise in triumph. from “Leeks” by Richard Spilman O Heart' Thou must beat Once again a cold mist surrounds Grey dull darkness makes the light Thin bare branches stretch out tight bracing the long wintry wait with the trunk stuck deep like krait; Once again I see all; same life as a game, a Fall Of time- Of love, of words of rhyme; Once again I see rainbow twinkles; I see Light as my heart misses a beat and creates ripples in the veins, constant are the pains of the sacred crime ~ discarded hopes were forgotten remember the seven deadly sins? Pride greed sloth and the glutton? But This time they've made a proper start, O Innocent Heart’ Thou must beat To beat the terrible monster Afreet Once again there is emptiness ...

                                     I know I am a fool, but O How cool it feels to be walking in the rain than to hide in the cellar for fear It is hot the ball of fire does no harm to the gallinule I love to be the fool to stay away from the pool I am not Icarus in my ring I have a boule I proudly say, 'I am from Goole' its no secret going to the shul' O I love to be a fool for words' words are but words' a fool is wise of the wisest for truth he speaks in jest for Nothing comes of nothing its sweet but more sweet makes the papule and I love the fool in me for I have sweet words someone said 'poetry writers are they nerds? No Dear Ones they are  The True Shepherds Plato banished them But I am a fool for all such herds' I am a fool for clouds I love to play hide and seek I love the sun as it takes a peek a...

as I sat in the terrace window I could see the tree blossoms Ah its not really Spring but yet there are flowers' and then a little farther away small white buds sprouted among the creeper green on the neighbour's wall  and this is just a small view of Nature Grand If we can understand' and I quietly thought' The Lord listens and sees all' He must be looking and hearing my  prayers, would He show a sign? Silly Me-who do you think you are so near and yet so far' a voice spoke but my faith had strength and so I smiled The flowers will come inside and I will wait and not resign That will be the sign... Lo Behold as night came on my husband returned  holding in his arms a large bouquet flowers of the same hues as outside the terrace window and I got my sign and The Lord promises truly the dues' He is Most Gracious Most Merciful Oft Forgiving  Loving and Beautiful sweet scented flowers were inside ...