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Poem: Inverted Refrain — « Men’s Style with Ease » #amwritingpoetry

Inverted — abab (ab) or (ab)

Style’s for men — short, medium, tall.

So, what if you’re in production?

Or, you wear uniforms while hauling —

Truck loads, driving forklifts, or call —

— Others in a suit; wear overalls,

— In a trade such as construction.

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Work days are long, but Autumn nights —

Still linger; your slim dark jeans,

They’re ‘fine’ with button-down shirts bright;

Slide on white-runners, so you’ll dream,

—-Your nights away with falling leaves,

—- Patio, chatter with friends and wife.

*****

Money’s tight, style fits all budgets,

H&M, Joe Fresh (wherever);

Winners, Gap, all stores no judgement,

Armanie Exchange, Simon’s, care —

—Choose comfy clothes you covet,

— Have a professional choose them.

*****

On the job, with your family,

You can dress with ease; in time-off,

Relax, let home-life not demand,

Style’s comfort, so work clothes throw-off;

— Ladies love effort, they’ll not scoff,

— Function, ease even at kickoff.

Poem: Rictameter – “Six-To-Eight to Lake Delight” #amwritingpoetry

Credit: Hunters a Race via Unsplash.

Rictameter – 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 (from a male perspective).

Pressed suit —

Pants sleek, fitted.

He passes busy shops,

Restaurants delicious,

Cutlery, bread, crystal wine glassware set.

Tables laid for friends, business and —

Colleagues catching breaks.

Returning to —

Work pleased.

*****

Hum-drum,

Of offices lit;

Glaring lights and chatter.

He’s at lunch conversing,

Tailored jacket straight, buttoned ‘gainst his tie.

Dotted-white dress shirt, his hand signs,

Contracts to buy land,

Teamwork; he grins tugs his —

Navy-tie into,

Right place.

*****

Tie straight,

He’s arranging more,

Deals with coffee, then time,

For his chosen gym workout.

In Under Armour he lifts weights, today’s

Cardio; then drives to work,

Office time; chats has more,

Meetings, smartphone —

Ringing.

*****

Superb,

Suit jacket placed,

Chair-back; handling his,

Emails with his coworker’s.

Questions concerning project details mix,

Letters signed, and files updated.

Driving his fancy car,

Home to his wife,

His love.

*****

Dinner,

Short nap, chitchat,

She’s his inspiration,

He labors for their future plans.

Next morn, another suit worn, pressed with care; his —

Day dawns, he kisses his queen, leaves;

She an artist with flare.

He grins returns,

More work.

*****

Projects,

Golf games with friends;

Collègues, swift business signed.

Shower after golf, gels his hair;

Five- O’clock Shadow shaved, he re-enters,

Playing the same office game at his desk;

Smartphone glued to his ear.

He longs for holidays,

He’s attractive,

Patient

*****

Labors,

For better days,

Out of city life with;

His dear wife, at the lake’s mud-edge.

Laughing, canoeing, reading, wet-dog swims;

He’s at home with his girl, they’re both tired.

Lake’s the only place,

He can be free,

Himself.

*****

May Day Prompts Day 4: Poem — Blitz —- “Pain and Music” #amwritingpoetry

For May Day Prompts Day 4 the prompt is singing in the choir and singing in the shower.

Blitz – 48 lines see here.

Credit: Gregory Pappas via Unsplash.

Shower jets flow wash away strains

All of the day’s hurt — massage out the pain

Pain of shoulders tight and aching

Pain of heartache’s dregs — hope for a new day

Day of wonder, of blooming sunshine

Day of throbbing eyestrain, painful but small

Small moments of bliss, candy-bars in the hall

Small moments to grow, hands to hold

Hold on as thoughts explode into possibility

Hold on as inspiration magnifies

Magnifies with cares and problem’s

Magnifies as thoughts, creativity flying alive

Alive and refined enough to discover solutions

Alive enough to breath success a moment

Moments to sit in the park, nibble rocky-road

Moments to lay in the grass, to nap

Nap through arduous meetings

Nap even though your brain’s full

Full of problems you can’t solve but must

Full of problems that require reflection

Reflection of every angle to be precise

Reflection of the best way to precede

Precede home to the shower where hot water helps

Precede to sing high, sing loud harmonies

Harmonies because work’s done

Harmonies because you can sing alone or with everyone

Everyone can drown their sorrows

Everyone can sing their stories

Stories of God, good and bad times, all kinds of culture

Stories hung on melodies, sweet anticipation

Anticipation as everyone‘s voices crescendo

Anticipation as the music decrescendos

Decresecendos into tunes lento

Decresendos reverse, up into fortissimo

Fortissimo because together melodies uplift

Fortissimo because personal tunes aspire

Aspire to break strains of the workday

Aspire to end echos of projects unfinished

Unfinished conversations with others

Unfinished conversations with yourself, tunes —

Tunes with nothing to prove

Tunes so vivid they can heal souls

Souls shattered can still be pieced together

Souls can mend no matter if —

If you’re singing alone or with others strumming melodies

If you’re singing at night to rest after the day

Melodies of music uplift, helps one harmonize in —

Daylight before, soft melodies pale into sleep

#MayDay Writing Prompt Day 1: Poem — Rondeau — “Friday Lights and Monday Frights.” #amwritingpoetry

I randomly looked up writing prompts for May, these are for school but, I actually thought they were great prompts. You can do them too if you like here: 30 May Writing Prompts About Similarities and Differences.

Today: Monday’s and Friday’s.

Rondeau — aaabba, aabR, aabbbbaR

Credit: Tim Mossholder via a Unsplash.

Friday’s we turn on the lights, watch football;

Canadian of course, green and gold, first ball.

Fireworks shoot high, multicoloured thrall

Friday nights we have a caeser, some beer;

Dress warm when the stadium’s cold, and cheer.

We judge referees and yell loud: “ref bad call.”

On Friday nights we hit the streets, resolved,

To have the time of our lives, sip highballs.

Now, we stay home, order take out near.

Friday’s forever beat Monday’s –be of cheer.

Monday’s we drag ourselves up, recall;

How Friday was free, without withdrawal.

Sleeping in, many chores, mind foggy, unclear.

As everyone needs to sleep, not fear —

Monday notes, meetings, errands resolved;

Duties assigned to, resigned to, by all.

Monday’s mean five-days work; life overhaul.

Friday’s forever beat Monday’s –be of cheer.

Music Video:

It’s Friday – Dean Brody & Great Big Sea

Poem: Free Verse — “Learning and Dreams” #amwritingpoetry

Sometimes certain words fade to silence,

It’s a battle to complete each task, each day.

There are mornings I almost weep, but I grapple against each storm;

Somedays mean from morn to night exhaustion quivers,

My legs shake and I’m too tired to run –too agitated to sit;

Though you might think I’ve done so little.

And, thoughts and plans leave me pondering all night;

Tossing and turning in the blankets grasp.

But other days I rise, and I’m alive with sunshine;

The learning process of endurance is half the battle.

I try to succeed, hope most days they’re moments that to other people matter.

I’m prepared for hard work, as long as my body’s alert

And if I’m here now in the present; I must be in the right place for now —

For however long I am.

Here to learn, blossom, grunt, and groan against all challenges.

Although, certain days my eyes are sand-weighted,

Aching for tomorrow’s responsibility, a notion of grande design;

I’m surviving today, that’s something.

Existing in an extended vignette, eyes not glazing left alone.

And somehow unseen footpaths meander to freedom, faith for tomorrow:

Then, he grabbed my shaking hands anyways,

Before I tumbled, and off the ledge we rode.

Tucked in goose feathers, silken fibres —

Into the midnight sky we flew.

To chase the dreams of starlight’s cosmic kiss;

Then wake flourishing on a comets tail.

Three Line Tales: Fiction – Unreachable #3LineTales #amwriting #fiction

Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

Credit: Marc Olivier Jodoin via Unsplash

An ominous sky opened-up last night, but today we dodged puddles and laughed; we ambled as the bakeries opened teasing or senses. The city was vibrant, thousands of people dodging each other with determined steps, bumping without pausing to apologize; no one noticing budding trees or the verdant grass glistening — all was white-noise. Even the quake of a jet flying low effected no one, and I tripped inside a puddle, lost in my thoughts; my hand was strangely empty of yours — you stared from the pot-hole, unreachable.

#NaPoWriMo Day 20/Tale Weavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Ember of Glory” #amwriting #poetry #MLMM #TaleWeavers

For #NaPoWriMo Day 20 the Prompt is: ” to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or structure that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it.”

Also, combining with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie TaleWeavers Prompt “exploring the concept of longing. What is it you long for? Health, holiday, freedom, love, understanding, acceptance.”

Credit: Robert Lukeman via Unsplash

These cubicles, they’re full —

But outside there’s fresh -air and freedom.

A world to explore, to engage to the core,

Outside these thin walls is liberty.

No more work burdens to bear,

So, the mountains and city steps I’ll climb.

And these cubicles, I’ll slice them full of holes,

Tacking up scenic pictures to inspire my soul.

Nature’s vibrant purple-skies as storms roll in,

Waterfalls that crash, and streams that gurgle.

Cars that absorb the grind of the rocky-road,

Spring zipping through the highways on four-wheels.

All in all, I’m forlorn, for the wide-great outdoors,

Scented pine-needles and decaying earth.

Wings of bubble-bees as they hit the breeze,

And flutter into pale-pink roses.

I’ll knock down these walls with hammers and saws,

Because no architect supposed workers crave sunlight.

No builder thought windows were essential to breathe,

That these gray walls, dense recycled air —

Aren’t places for humans to exist;

To flourish and grow, to be creative and problem-solve.

They’re the prisons where we labor to earn —

The visage of sunlight on rippling waters.

Oceans crashing against rocks —

The flow of rivers down the banks,

And the hustle of people as they swarm live-festivals,

Scamper for cool beer and watermelon.

When we peer to the ceiling, we’re searching for the sky,

So, you can call security, but either way, I’m escaping.

The green-grass is sweet and calling to me;

My heart beats for the tides’ ankle-deep caress.

And a tangerine sunset, it lives inside me,

The ember of glory that leads the way,

Through the dull-dread of each dreary workday.

Notable Quotes July 2017 Part Three #pinterest #quotes

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Music Prompt #5: Poem – Lunes – “Not Your Mama” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge

Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Music Prompt every second Friday. Last week’s song was “I Ain’t Your Mama” by Jennifer Lopez. I guess next time I’ll have to pick a better song, no one was interested in giving this one a go. But I should write for my own prompt at least.

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“I Ain’t Your Mama” by Jennifer Lopez

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I’m not just the woman,

Who cooks for,

Love, your favourite foods served.

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I’m not the one who should,

Be waking you,

To work, every single morning.

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Crazy in love, partners united,

We’ve fallen apart,

Let’s glue the past together.

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For a future where we’re —

Both committed; both —

Living life to the fullest.

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No settling into comfortable boredom,

Watching TV not,

Noticing each other, nor caring.

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Do some house work, it —

Will heat up,

The sheets; bring back fire —

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And if you don’ t desire,

Changes or improvement,

Tell me now, I’ll pack —

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My bags; I’ll start again,

Because I deserve —

Better — I Ain’t Your Mama.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem- Bop – “The Waves Call — Forget” #amwriting #flashfiction #poetry

Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Louise – The Storyteller’s Abode

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Forget all your cares come play in the sand,

Forget the whole world, your work, all your plans.

The day’s a sunny bright yellow sapphire,

Lemon drops in the sky, lay back respire.

The air here is fresh, ocean salted breaths,

Ponder the waves, forget life’s a mess.

In the ocean hear the waves call — forget.

Life can be a barbed wire fence keeping out,

Trapping you within the cluttered house.

When you try to get out, take the fence down,

The barbs of your wall pierce your hands– you frown.

Watch the tear drops, the blood drops compile,

Regrets; tears burn tomorrow’s hope with ire.

So escape the fence, leave the caged prison,

Yonder lies the beach, waves rise, spark freedom.

In the ocean hear the waves call — forget.

You don’t have to impress anyone here,

Close your eyes and nap; read a book, dear.

A story well known or a new one found;

Floppy hat, sunscreen, ice cream downed.

Hear the gulls cry, squish toes in the sand,

No need to be aware, just understand —

In the ocean hear the waves call — forget.

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