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 Apr 10 Louise
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Waiting to hear the crack of the bat
hitting that hardball's wrap
flying off and dying right
into foul, drawn-out, Ohhh... mouths
of the crowd, over infield shouts
encouraging fielder's route
to catch the airy out
remove all doubt
showing clout
blowout
No hitter!

-cec
Today we’d like to challenge you to try writing a poem of your own that uses rhyme, but without adhering to specific line lengths. For extra credit, reference a very specific sound, like the buoy in Hillyer’s poem
 Dec 2024 Louise
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It's a gallop, repeating rhythm
a voice singing moog music
swing in the bone marrow
smile is not optional, natural
gravitationally grabbing near bodies
for the dance to come

-cec
 Oct 2024 Louise
Coleen Mzarriz
Softly, she ventured into the violent night of May,

Where pitch-black winter soaked her bones.

The sea, full of teeth, bit and insisted as she stood there, unmoving.

It was full of music and empty promises; she let the vastness of the agonizing waves drown her rotting body.

The sharp smell of air reeked of bitter billet-doux.

It had been her three hundred sixty-five attempts to be silent; barefoot, she waited and waited and waited.

Under the moonlight, she appeared as a ghastly ghost.

For a moment, she wondered, “Only the wicked remember the sea’s harshness and stay”—a woman personified as storm, mirroring her rage.

She is a twisted soul; death sighs at the sight of her.

The moon exhausted its entire being. “She is full of herself,” he whispered into the dark, corrupted sea.

She imprinted the sands with her unnerving gravity—she walked, and walked, and walked,
Haunted by her visions and dreams, terrorizing the melancholic earth.

Months passed—it was now September.

She’s restless; all she could do was remember.

She kept bathing in the black sea, passionately driving herself to madness.

She kept being pulled and pulled and pulled,

Until survival was no longer an option—her hair slowly being grappled into the lake of fire.

Her last remaining thoughts were of long-forgotten, enchanting, sweet eyes of his.

She dreamed of him—those big, witchery eyes of his.


She remembered, and so the sea deciphered her yearning and pulled her in.
wrote something for myself again.
 Jul 2024 Louise
Jaime Sabines
Me dicen que debo hacer ejercicio para adelgazar,
que alrededor de los 50's son muy peligrosos la grasa y el cigarro,
que hay que conservar la figura
y dar la batalla al tiempo, a la vejez.

Expertos bien intencionados y médicos amigos
me recomiendan dietas y sistemas
para prolongar la vida unos años más.
Lo agradezco de todo corazón
pero me río de tan vanas recetas y tan escaso afán.
La muerte también ríe de todas esas cosas.

La única recomendación que considero seriamente
Es la de llevar una mujer joven a la cama
Porque a estas alturas, la juventud
Solo puede llegarme por contagio.
 Jul 2024 Louise
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Heart
 Jul 2024 Louise
Daksh
Even if I‘m rich and famous
have a family and loving wife

I‘ll write poetry
to keep healing this broken heart
from all the sins it committed
in the past

only to be better and composed
in the present
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Hindi ako nangangambang
Tabunan ng dilim ang liwanag ng araw
Na sa kanyang pagsilang ay manlalabo rin
Ang aking pananaw.

Pagkat mananatili ang Langit
Hanggang sa aking huling Lupang Hinirang.
At wala akong ibang nais na gawin
Kundi pagmasdan ito
At tingalain ang yaman nitong kagandahan.

Sa aking paggayak sa tabing dagat
Ay tatawagin din ako ng Kanyang mga alon.
At ang tanong ko’y Kanyang aakuin.

“Gaano nga ba kalawak ang Iyong pag-ibig?”
Wari ko’y ilang dipa pa ba
Hanggang sa marating ko Siya.
Ngunit ako’y aakapin ng sumisipol na hangin.
At ‘yan na marahil ang tugon Niya.

Sa aking pagsuyod
Maabot lamang ang Kalangitan,
At sa aking pagsisid
Matiyak lamang ang lalim ng Karagatan —
Walang ibang kasagutan
Kundi ang natatangi **** Ngalan.
I was driving when God whispered to write about this poem. I said, “Lord, wait lang, isusulat ko. Uuwi lang ako.” And here I am writing what God wants me to write about. Thank You, Jesus Christ. Please overflow in my life.
 Apr 2024 Louise
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Cage- outside looking in
Ocean- big bang without the bang
Time- currently does not have itself
Cedar- hats, rain shaws, baskets, bark box
Window- sometimes clear, sometimes  obscured
Sword- ugly, no matter how beautifully made
Flute- makes that elusive dream sound like mist

-cec
NaPoWriMo
The righteous and blameless Saviour alone carried the cross,
For someone so unworthy and wretched like me, You paid the cost
Through redemption in Your Son, we are justified freely by Your grace
With new eternal life, may we seek Your face

You lovingly sent Your Son to die on the cross of Calvary for me,
Now that salvation is complete, forever I’m free!
My chains are gone, my debt is paid;
Through the cross, new hope for me is laid

My soul rejoices because Calvary covers it all,
Despite my sin and shame, You still gave Your call
You are merciful and faithful to save,
Nothing can ever separate us from Your love and grace!

Come, let us confess our sins and ask for forgiveness,
The faithful One will cleanse us from all righteousness
In Your light, we see light;
For in You, is the fountain of life!

Inspiration: Romans 3:24, 1 John 1:9, Psalms 36
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