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Words: Jay Mora-Shihadeh
The original work can be found here
Photo Manipulation: M
Copyright 2022
In the moment I erect deep thought I lose the height of fantasy
And toy with the realm of illusion
The Real Reason She Dumped His Ass, On A Really Hot Day At The Beach He takes big gulps to quench his thirst ! Too fast, it hurts ! Don't want to choke ! Or provoke stroke ! You're such a hypochondriac ! Could cause cardiac... ...Arrest ? Think not. Or a blood clot ! I'm just drinking. Overthinking ! That's what I do. I'm through with you.
If you would like to give it a go: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/10/12/w3-prompt-24-weave-written-weekly/
My poem was written following these rules:
Written for the W3 Prompt at The Skeptics Kaddish
52 Haunted with the anticipation of a forward moving epoch counting the days gone by 'Tis but a tragic feeling not of the how's or the why's or the when's ? Just an acceptance of the null and void
**NOTE: THIS POEM ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN JULY IS NOW PART OF A COLLABORATION AT https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/10/04/ebb-or-tide/
A Nonce Style poem, is a poem that doesn’t already exist. These are my rules for The Snyder Nonce.
six syllables in the title of the poem and ten syllables per line for the first four lines, the poem is 11 lines long and the 2nd and 10th line are the same. Lines 3-8 have a rhyme scheme of ababaa
SWIMMING AGAINST THE TIDE
She swam against the tide that was too strong Found herself nearly drowned in the process He told her to continue to hold on She could barely grab a hold of his hand Her sullen expression, was a bit withdrawn He pushed himself through no man's land Refusing to let Satan collect his pawn Refusing to let her feelings be forgone They both went under yet hand in hand Found herself nearly drowned in the process But the power of faith washed them ashore, to live another day once more **My wife has been spiraling, our term for when her bi-polar disorder and my anxiety/depression are way out of control. At the moment, I thank God that I am currently feet firmly planted under a ray of sunshine, not a dark cloud in sight. She has been stressed immensely as of late coming from a lot of different angles. She had urges to cut herself, but has not acted upon them. I don't want to have to admit her for the third time in 12 years, so I am praying that she somehow finds an opportunity to step into the light.**
My take on a prompt featuring the letter Z as seen here: https://nopenotpam.com/2022/09/25/a-letter-a-week-z/
GOOD OLD ZEB Zeb the zany zebu from Zimbabwe zigzagged across the plains till he found the perfect place to be zen.
Chauncey Chipmunk Chatters for Change Chipper Chipmunk Chuckleheaded Champion
Stop look and listen she's on a mission full steam ahead like a time bomb ticking he waits and waits he's got his head on straight hoping and praying that it isn't too late submission attrition lackadaisical ambition she's got two feet forward one slams on the break constantly questions her mistakes and mistakes he tries in vain to keep up with the train their baggage claim drives them insane inane or maybe in vain attempts to keep the chaos stable never giving up cause they are willing and able
A creative poetry series! This series is pretty simple, I post 4 colours of paint with their names and I use those names in a poem. I decided to add two extra rules for myself. First, if there are more than two words, I keep them together, only allowing punctuation to separate the words. And […]
Paint Chip Poetry — No Love for Fatties
I have been following this blogger and I tried my hand at the above. I was unable to come up with a poem so I wrote a story because you had to use the two words together in such a way. This is my little story:
And our top story at 10, State Representative Mark Green has been found guilty of murder and faces the electric chair.
There is a crowd of people outside shouting “Free Green!!!”
His wife lily, pads out the story otherwise, it was his sister Melinda Green,
Bank that bit of knowledge in your head…he murdered his own sister! To him it was a walk in the park. Picnic anyone says Melinda with Glee…Free him ? No fry that piece of chicken shit!
The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an ethere, has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba.
This is a very challenging poem to write, unlike my friend Willow I didn’t cheat 😉😁. Just another poem on my ongoing battle with the up’s & mostly downs (but not in numbers) of my trying to be fit and healthy trek.
Fat FAILURE Departure He has fallen Anger, temper, bluster his expression is depression See so many stares of denigration looked at, laughed at, back chat, feeling like an ass hat ASSERTION, CONVICTION, HE AWAKENS His expression is elation with a hopeful glimmer he has risen with honor Mister Matt
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