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I have been writing for most of my life, I have been fortunate to have married the love of my life for the past 27 ...
Cisgender Female/New Jersey
Hoping to be inspired by you and all that you go through
Frenchtown, NJ
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Poems
Bruised Orange
Mar 2015
Who's getting ready for NaPo?
Is anyone as giddy as me?
Thirty days of thirsty words,
I'll be on a drunken spree.
Are you ready for NaPo?
Do you even know what it is?
National Poetry Writer's Month
A veritable poetry writing crunch!
Join me, join me! This I plea
A poem a day from me, you'll see!
A poem a day from me, from you?!
Is anyone as giddy as me?
Thirty days of thirsty words,
I'll be on a drunken spree.
Are you ready for NaPo?
Do you even know what it is?
National Poetry Writer's Month
A veritable poetry writing crunch!
Join me, join me! This I plea
A poem a day from me, you'll see!
A poem a day from me, from you?!
NaPoWriMo...a poem a day during the month of April to celebrate, commemorate, April, the National Poetry Writer's Month!
And the unofficial theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESy-Z8vqMrE
And the unofficial theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESy-Z8vqMrE
JM Romig Apr 2014
NaPo 17 and 18
JM Romig
Apr 2014
17/30
long walk through a park
an abandoned swing set sits
waiting just for you
18/30
thump-thump-thump-thump
woosh-click-click-beep-thump-woosh-thump
broken radio
long walk through a park
an abandoned swing set sits
waiting just for you
18/30
thump-thump-thump-thump
woosh-click-click-beep-thump-woosh-thump
broken radio
NaPo 17/18
Ayouba Toure Jun 2018
Joy; Not Weep
Ayouba Toure
Jun 2018
For so long she has cried;
Sorrowful sorrows all she had.
All her wishes was a child;
For barrenness then her proud.
Now it came to pass:
Joyfully happy on childbed,
When we hear a baby cry.
To the world, it brings joy;
To its mom, it brings proud.
Happy with her new toy;
With care, she handles;
And eternal harmony, rekindles.
Sharing the tears of joy;
With weeping joy restore.
Loudly, dwellers sang.
Singing the song of joy;
Thematically arrange verse:
"Bobo Napo, Bo;
Bobo Napo, Bo".
Sorrowful sorrows all she had.
All her wishes was a child;
For barrenness then her proud.
Now it came to pass:
Joyfully happy on childbed,
When we hear a baby cry.
To the world, it brings joy;
To its mom, it brings proud.
Happy with her new toy;
With care, she handles;
And eternal harmony, rekindles.
Sharing the tears of joy;
With weeping joy restore.
Loudly, dwellers sang.
Singing the song of joy;
Thematically arrange verse:
"Bobo Napo, Bo;
Bobo Napo, Bo".
So sad to come to the realization that you are barren till eternity. In Africa, it gets worse than anywhere else in the world. Imagine Mother in laws terming you as a witch. Ruining of insults and a whole lot of disappointments.