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molten glass tears drop
volcanic heart chambers flare
grief devours all

-cec
1d · 36
Frets' Fret
fingers don't always obey
especially after a laboring day
when one sits down to play
it's best to spread digit array

though stretching tendons resist
bones have final shape and twist
while ignoring a clicking in wrist
no wounder some notes do get missed

at first learning music importuned
and consistent bad habits were pruned
then once the strings are all tuned
one can settle into rhythmic commune

-cec
Challenge: write a poem about something you’ve done – whether it’s music lessons, or playing soccer, crocheting, or fishing, or learning how to change a tire – that gave you a feeling of satisfaction, and perhaps still does.
Tweet, tweet peep, tweet peep
caw, cluck, screech, click click
whistle, gargle, pop pop pop
balloon stretch squeal, squeak
chittering, chatter, Doppler shift howl
Sweet silence!

-cec
challenge: write a poem that focuses on birdsong
2d · 53
Oumuamua
Interstellar traveling fella
far from your star shine still?
Viewing from on high, this hill
curious about your candela

Rock or eternal rocket engine?
those that sleep eons between
passengers with immortal genes
or another type of life intention

come back, give us a chance
to discover more, and why you dervish dance
maybe your mission could wait
now you must go, we were too late

Into the dark again, changing your path
time for all instants doesn't exist
no need to measure just add to the list
someone, somewhere, did their math

-cec
Someone was asleep at the wheel ... : /
4d · 60
Home
crawling late into bed
he found her, without complaint,
warm and waiting for him
as they melded together in embrace
while sleep sealed their murmurs

-cec
round and round, round and round
wheels on the bus go round and round
up and down, up and down
over and out, over and out
crash crash crash, shout shout shout

-cec
Challenge: craft a poem that recounts an experience of driving/riding and singing in the car, incorporating a song lyric.
; )
4d · 64
Mourning
earth's sweet dream in icy darkness
silence falls to embrace the lake's depths
dark bound colors embrace space at rest
dancing hours dance, branching hope's round wings
evening fields call to slow city's empty blind stones
land grass left, hand cut, longing for a yellow dawn-line song

-cec
word salad poem from previous poem word count
Apr 14 · 169
Cat Eye
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bright moonlight stillness
suspends, distorts silhouettes
April night opus

-cec
Apr 13 · 50
Big Foot's Big Toe
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It was loping along by a forest glen
when a hag of a snag caught one foot
Whoa! **, **!
it's big toe started to grow and swell

First a limp and a hop,
a shuffle and stop, then
the pain was so hot, it up-shot
for a furry upending

So there supine in cool muddy grass
raising its sole while sitting on ***
this poor creatures cooing lament
over his bulbous toe now thoroughly bent

Gaining some strength and not one to relent
the big one stood up and willed his intent
head for the hills to find a healing willow
and while there find rest on mossy pillow

If you find yourself upon a trail
and find a Bigfoot print with big-toe scale
remember of this woods wise tale
and watch your step that snags entail

-cec
Challenge: Try writing a poem that makes reference to one or more myths, legends, or other well-known stories, that features wordplay (including rhyme), mixes formal and informal language, and contains multiple sections that play with a theme. Try also to incorporate at least one abstract concept – for example, desire or sorrow or pride or whimsy.  In addition structure the poem like a symphony. It’s four sections, like symphonic movements
Apr 12 · 264
coin
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moonlight's round glass eye
sees us framed, velvet abyss
spring's white petals glow

-cec
Apr 11 · 54
Your & You
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One finger antics skipping small Qs & Ps
macro digits missing micro keys
typing 'bull in a china shop' cubicle script
causing ire on fire for recipient's wired grip

Apologies flourish to nourish and heal
with emogies and chuckles sealing the deal
writing pigeon dialect, mediocre at best
better spell checking skills puts one at rest

-cec
challenge: to write a poem that uses alliteration and punning. See if you can’t work in references to at least one word you have trouble spelling, and one that you’ve never quite been able to perfectly remember the meaning of.
Apr 9 · 78
Out to the Ballgame
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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
Apr 9 · 134
Pranayama
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As you guzzle this Ghazal
remember to take a radif breath

Drink poet's nectar in moderation
imbibing words with radif breath

There is conjuring in fermenting brews
aging over time's radif breath

Leisurely savor poet's infusion
relaxed and composed with a radif breath

-cec
**the same word or phrase (the radif)
challenge: write a  ghazal that takes the form of a love song – however you want to define that. Observe the conventions of the repeated word, including your own name (or a reference to yourself) and having the stanzas present independent thoughts along a single theme – a meditation, not a story.
Apr 9 · 72
"Bizzaro World"
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So imperfect is us
want to puke in, outs
Us do opposite things
Is big crime normal earth
We elect "Orange Cheeto" president
chronic cronies guaranteed corrupt
lose your money six day to Sunday
market crash make sad-happy
Send wakey people to poison prison
pardon poisoned prisoners free
We hate, hate, hate, like

-cec
"The Bizarro World (also known as Htrae, which is "Earth" spelled backwards) is a fictional planet appearing in American comic books published by DC Comics." -  Bizarro Wikipedia?
Apr 7 · 173
🍊 OrangeAid 🍊
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Astronauts drink it,
makes their stomachs
gurgle.
Nothing is sacred
with industrial food
chemistry, irreverent;
betraying nutrition,
nature and the honest
taste bud.
The scent of orange
is no counterfeit to itself,
its taste is Jupiter squeezed!

-cec
Challenge :   Oranges Gurgle Irreverent
write a poem using these words to describe the taste of Orange
Apr 4 · 81
Poet's Knot
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Tied into taut lines of poetry
bridging the chasms of thought
these entangled ideas in words
sometimes spliced or braided
weave suspension into a prosaic world
stretching it with loops and rosettes
then tighten and measure, rhyme/rhythm
in action crossing the great divides
testing strength of imagination's thread

-cec
Na/GloPoWriMo: Prompt- Write a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist – or, if you think of yourself as more of a musician or painter (or school bus driver or scuba diver or expert on medieval Maltese banking) – explain why you are that and not something else.
Apr 2 · 73
Digging Stick
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Let's begin our song with its music coda
Nahua elders, of an agricultural peoples of ancient America
weaving their way into history's braided tail
with a relevant document of late fifteen hundreds
communed with a Spanish Franciscan friar, Bernardino de Sahagún
suspending time and space onto European paper
writing, a general history, of the things of New Spain
the Florentine Codex (1575-77), during the Great Pestilence of 1576

Meeting to collect the remains of the day in Colegio Imperial
on the Aztec bones of a city now called Mexico
it was ends of eras, community, culture, ghosts
a Rosetta stone of Spanish steel and Nahua blood columns
laid out so even Pliny the Elder would be proud
thirty plus years to account, thousands dead
now resting at Biblioteca Medicea Laurenziana in Florence, Italy
this profane tomb still wet from the voyage of conquest ...


Nahua, you plant your staple crops, still
beans, maize, squash, tomatoes; still
the maguey plant calls to your weavers, still
remembering your hands and hearts, still
crushing life may come and go
but the elders foregoing forgetting
released their spirits to print your song


-cec
Na/GloPoWriMo: Prompt- As with pretty much any discipline, music and art have their own vocabulary. Today, we challenge you to take inspiration from this glossary of musical terms, or this glossary of art terminology, and write a poem that uses a new-to-you word. For (imaginary) extra credit, work in a phrase from, or a reference to, the Florentine Codex.

I found it most important to give some history here ...
Mar 31 · 65
Cruelest Month
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In sunshine
it rains on occasion
cloudburst's choice
           invasion
catching some with muddy shoes
and others
singing joyful celluloid songs

another cold mud month
does not discriminate
sporadically choosing victims
                 once
to the many fallen
channeled
red rivulet's ruin

April,
where are your poppies,
moments of silence?
tears, showers copy,
if dammed would over flood
howling grief's tsunami
pain pressing each drop
to say they did not end it
            sooner

-cec
Na/GloPoWriMo - Kickoff, not a prompt ...
Mar 28 · 151
Engage
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Picard's grave command
warp speed, hard upon the stars —
entangled sojourn

-cec
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Mar 26 · 69
fortitude
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spring thunder storm brews

snug winged bug on new bud waits

calm, tea poured slowly

-cec
Mar 24 · 249
A love Song
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Sing joy to me of May and rose
along the tree lines shade and grove
let stride and time slow with noon sun
while hold of hands become as one
know heart and mind are with you dear
and fear us not of stone marks near
for love will steer our hearts with cheer
until the stars sleep sound wu wei

-cec
Mar 21 · 372
Desperate Eyes
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Three monkeys, wearing stylish t-shirts of death and destruction:
one its eyes, one its ears and one with mouth covered, sit outside.
In the dust and debris of Gaza, monkey bones seem like children's,
where are their mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, grand parents?
Why do the apartment concrete slabs slant and tilt so?
A pipe gurgles water seeking pressure to climb out and up
into the high-rises of civilization, to no avail;  stray dogs drink warily.
Distant thunder pounds the ground, like giant hammers all day long,
not construction; deconstruction, demolition, immolation, death.
Humanity flees with nowhere to go on this planet of shame
as the conquering heroes raise small skull cups to cheer a victory.

-cec
Lest we forget or turn the blind eye ...
Mar 17 · 556
Circle of Life
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scarab beetles fly
spirals: plop, drop, round dance, lay
dung-***** bear new life

-cec
Mar 17 · 144
Showers
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spring beetles sensed rain
painted cactus flowers bloom
deserts sometimes flood

-cec
Mar 15 · 111
Boat Row
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row together row
as you all row together
sing row along song

-cec
Mar 14 · 261
Alphabet Thieves
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rapacious seconds
guillotined clip-thoughts stolen
filthy lucre reigns

-cec
revised
Mar 12 · 83
Wooden Bowl
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In this fibrous cavity gouged
chatters chisel's carboned tooth
gnawing carrion bole's endless slumber
once a living tree with dreams
now a gibbous hollow halo
green relents to oil's blush
while basking barren in this sun
what reveries may come by viand's lay
and slake betrayal of its forest nature

-cec
Mar 9 · 108
Cherry Blossom
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how to call color
pink sounds its look in all light
spring's ambrosia

-cec
Mar 9 · 92
Hello Poet
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Watch your head through low beam's threshold
take a shovel as you enter, leave all tether behind
now put your back and foot into each uttered word
and dig, dig deep language of unadorned emotions
load that cart with precious mettle and loose ****
sorted and blameless from ****** stone sentiment
heaped near the furnace and crucible of song

-cec
Mar 9 · 377
Sin.u.o.us
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Beauty sits next to her ugly cat, to look more pleasant, but the cat knows otherwise.  -cec
; )
Mar 9 · 91
All There
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Sane old moon, sound
rolling in the sky 'round
day or night, turns days
for all to see from before
there were eyes to wonder

Same old moon, lucid
flirting with the clouds
or crisp, a winter's golden apple
even in shadow, red & sobering
raising hair to change and howl

Plain old moon, deathless consort —

-cec
Mar 7 · 97
Reflections I
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The migratory gathering of northern aquatic birds have vanished,
only local ducks, geese and other fauna hidden in reeds, remain.
A sun, so bright, has taken to the skies; buds have swollen.
Again, looking out over this lake of talking waters, its symbolic gibbering
of what winds have brought to shore in subtle story breezes.
Near the shallows Barrow's Goldeneye dive to bottom salads,
Harry Houdini's escaped magic ducks; now you see them, now you don't.
What seem empty branches yield flowers and small feathered streaks
red-lining a sound frequency of bird chat, twitter or colloquial colloquy.
One more afternoon walk with easy stride and free association's couch.

-cec
Mar 5 · 105
Jean Gebser
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Jean Gebser,  Winter Poem 1944:

“Das Wintergedicht”

"Who speaks of the future?
Who counts
in saying:
“It shall be”?
Look outward
and you see within:
It is. ..."

"Within,
beyond the fountains, rivers, and stars
the poet’s task
to face the entire contents [of word, language]
emerges,
and accordingly
it is an honest, soundless state of no-longer-speaking."
...
Resource material
Mar 2 · 125
Four Turtles
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solar soaking rind
clinging to lake, stretch-neck, branch
spring's skin-deep surface

-cec
Feb 28 · 117
Diva
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"Sposa ..." by Vivaldi sung by Bartoli,
Plays ...

wives disrespected, ignored, forgotten
she, resounded, off tract, forlorn
found, you, a treasure in Neptune's ocean
faithful to your heart and female notions
then we braced in loving arms
pressing full these bodies charms
when highest notes did meet in kiss
this world, fell away, as though in mist
and all there was were these two souls
immersed in classic rapture ritual
as time spun down this tape of bliss
your mortal coils did drift amiss
though in this heart you always play
this dream's music throughout dog's day

-cec
Feb 28 · 438
Street Value
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German Industrial Music spurns —
pounding out its well oiled skirmishes
precision geared for optimal churn
dystopically torn and ragged dervishes
chemically masked in shrouded breathing
turn tables on society's expectant cadres
scrawling doodles on the walls of empire;
wired electrical schematics of stronger emotions
with exploded views of heart's spirited pistons

-cec
Feb 27 · 101
White Willow
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Sun-yellow pointing branches
soaking in a sky steel lake
straight and smooth sway
wind in the willows prancing

geese fly low on waters, dip wing
let loose lively horn honks
aiming for the other shore
to gather gaggle from the skein

old and new coots paddle near
not too close to ease their fear
they dive and disappear away
to bob like corks from bottom's buffet

this blind is blind to feathered eyes
a chance to glimpse from this disguise
the leaps and games of fauna's bath
and real a frame through nature's lath

-cec
Feb 26 · 167
Way
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Way
ducks with muddy feet
waddle slow, stuck, shuffle legs
spring rain, earth resins

-cec
Feb 26 · 197
Mind Goop
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voice like tinnitus
prompting more revealing thoughts
what's past is present

-cec
Psychologist Carl Jung's "Shadow Self"
Feb 26 · 263
Atmospheric Express
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Last night it stormed, wind and the rain
turbulent was nature, unruly, mutinous
city sirens lurked, night sleepless as bedlam broke
nameless sounds outside the windows spoke
shadowy clouds raced around each other's skirts
buckets rattled, hedges hissed, one dog barked
restless atmospheric fingers plucked flotsam and jetsam
while the birds hunker in their bunkers made of leaves

-cec
Feb 20 · 139
Passport to Joy
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Music, sweet music plays its instruments
filling these caverns of glass and steel
a giant bowl of melody's bubbles sloshing
until the swing of rhythm walks and reels
each bypassing person made whole
with bass, fiddle, guitar and peak mandolin

Music, sweet music dreaming a tune
bringing together musicians, ants to sugar
each grain full of heart's energy, swoons
interludes exhale to breath resurgent
whining, tunning up, plucking old timey
song and prance to cort generous chiming

Sweet music's music, strolls through, lofted
making way's sway to new combinations
singles and couplets, thrum out, turn softest
slow then at pace, not race, in syncopation
no humdrum here but humming and druming
you're invited, incited to join in this strumming

-cec
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Feb 19 · 200
Visions
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heart speak made perfect
crystal poems, light infused
star tossed summer's eve

-cec
Feb 18 · 208
Idel Winds
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between winter spring
anticipations torpor
stillness then movement

-cec
Feb 15 · 178
Floating Life
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over the falls a branch
tumbles, disappears, appears
spring's runoff lush dream

-cec
Feb 15 · 300
Aether's tears
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heart throbs love's measure
this vacuous cosmos weeps
April took you afar

-cec
Feb 13 · 201
Moon Polish
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white silver polish
generously eon rubbed
snow moon's shinning face

-cec
Thanks vb
Feb 13 · 155
Green Eggs and Spam
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Just heard about cookies with spam!
a full plate was offered with canned ham
baked for a birthday boy of eighty three
Who-said he felt much younger and with glee
They sat 'round a table eating these delicacies
each lauding the bake-tress with laughter, at ease
now give up that recipe and open that can
for it doesn't seem delicious to be just a fan

-cec
Feb 12 · 66
Dandelion
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like weeds, word seed grow
ideas parachute with breath
ants carry them home

-cec
Feb 12 · 217
Crowbar of Love
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As a rusty nail is pulled from this old board
to recycle wood once more,
you have given me another pallet

-cec
All characters in this scenario are fictitious and names changed to protect the innocent
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