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#MayDay Prompts Day 8: Free Verse — “Movie Stars and Athletes” #amwritingpoetry


For MayDay Prompt Day 8, the prompt is movie stars and athletes.

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Some people strive for the spotlight,

Seek it, for the thrill —

For athletics, music, or acting.

Voices melodic,

Personalities effervescent.

Playing a character to perfection,

A second role diverse;

Glamorous in gowns,

Fashionable shade, silk or sparkle;

Tuxedos snappy, blue jeans.

Some philanthropists,

Some talented, some less.

Sexiest man of the year,

An action hero.

Most beguiling actress,

Fashionistas, and divas.

Childhood actors,

Respected veterans.

Teen heart-throbs,

Bad guys, and wingmen;

Ladies night-out, working mothers,

Single-dads, middle-age-crises;

Bucket-listers.

Some both actors and athletes —

Retired at forty-one.

Slap shots, fighting.

Kicking field-goals;

Touchdowns, kick-offs,

Layups, throw-ins.

In it for the glory,

But then, many collapse —

Alcohol, drugs, injuries.

Thank goodness for role models,

Athletes or actors inspired.

For kids, a guiding light,

Talents goals, ambitions;

Personalities aspired to, as well.

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Day 5 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge: Poem – A L’Arora – “Steps To Eternity” #amwriting #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge


For Day 5, the NaPoWriMo poetry prompt is ” to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often.” The accompanying A to Z Challenge today starts with a GoodRead’s author’s quote, with a name beginning with the letter E.

Forest Pathway NaNo
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“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.” ― Emma Goldman

*****

Down the path of foliage, between all the trees,

It’s where I find my space, my home sweet home.

There’s something about crisp green leaves,

Wet after the rain, while the dew clings, not letting go.

With road passing through, steps to eternity,

Enthrall me in summer’s breath, the scent of the morning,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

Tree branches entwining, limbs gripped with passion,

Used to the presence of parallel lovers.

They’re completely attached, unwilling to let go,

Nymphs holding fast, enraptured with each other,

With the road passing through, steps to eternity, 

Absorbing the thrill of the mid-summer fairy dance.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

Some brilliant reckless person crafted this road,

Travelers speeding through trees, guarding the sacred path.

Some pause knowing they’ve discovered sanctuary,

Freedoms breeze, they’ll stop to admire the sentinels guarding.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity,

A place where verdant nature, holds a secret prosperity.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

For hours I’ve wandered through lush trees,

Delicate roses growing, shadowed by dripping leaves.

Overcome am I, by epic beauty, of roses sweetly pink,

Crushing them in my hands, to absorb the memories.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity.

Inhaling the fragrance of aspiring life, in roses soft,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security. 

*****

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Saturday Mix: Fiction – Riding The Wave #amwriting #fiction #saturdaymix 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday’s Mix 100 Word Challenge. 

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Credit: GSK 17

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We’re balancing on the train tracks, walking them carefully with our arms held out like acrobats. The tracks start to rattle, at first minutely, but gradually the rattle increases as we hear the train nearing. 

Remaining as long as we can, we walk and balance, challenging ourselves and testing the fates. When the train whistles loudly, we step off. The tracks are clanking and clambering, as if the bolts holding them down might come free. 

The beast approaches and with it comes the wind from the train’s speed and the smoke from the coal fed engine. We stand as close as we can, without it hitting us. 

It’s an electric and deadly thrill when the train rushes past and we’re not even grazed. We don’t fall back, we ride the wave between life and death as it passes. 

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