Stuck

Stuck

my brain freeze
I could almost sneeze
with the cool airy breeze
I am stuck, stuck and addicted
I sing ’bout it
I write ’bout it
I watch movies ’bout it
I go wild
like a child
I smile when I am alone
do things beyond my comfort zone
I go out of my way
I am blind they say
it’s crazy or maybe even weird
but who cares? I dare?
I am stuck
stuck in love with you, its a fact

NaPoWriMo Day 16 -https://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-8/

Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound.

Fairy World

you took me to a world
a world where we can hold out a hand,
offer arms to hug,
be patient while heart heals,
expels pain caused by indifference,
the world of Hansel and Gretel

you took me to a world
a world where life turns out differently
in the presence of a fairy godmother
where one could choose to be good
regardless and despite,
the world of Cinderella
and Sleeping Beauty

you took me to a world
a world where possibilities are endless
where information, stories, thoughts
and feelings are unlike
anything else in this world
you took me to a world
a world of reading

NaPoWriMo Day 15 – https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-7/

Think about a habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.

Michelle

I am strange

different from what is expected

In science

I am like an atom

that possess an odd number of electrons

In Mathematics I am a number

not even divisible by two

I always have one leftover as a remainder

when divided by two

They call me weird because I am different

peculiar.

queer.

bizarre.

unusual.

I smile

I laugh

I even smirk at times

I don’t care how they call me

For as long as you love the weirdness in me

And your love makes Michelle, special and unique

NaPoWriMo Day 14 – https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-8/

Write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. Looking for inspiration? Take a look at this poem by Mark Wunderlich, appropriately titled “Wunderlich.”

Again

again

come sit with me
let’s talk
of how ’twas when
God seemed to rectify
the universe
the world stopped
colors changed
air didn’t move
sky was empty
sounds were muted
everything was the same
yet different

then, a new dawn came
the colors we see are vibrant
the air we breath is fresher
the sky is filled with joyful birds flying
the sounds we hear are hymns
of love and affection
and you can come sit with me
again


everything is the same
yet different

NaPowriMo Day 13

And now, on to our (optional) prompt. Today’s prompt comes from the Instagram account of Sundress Publications, which posts a writing prompt every day, all year long. This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.

I would like to be a rebel poet today, as I will be reposting the poem I wrote and was published in the June 2020 edition of WomasWord Magazine; Imagining Life After Covid-19, because if there is anything I want the news to be right now, it would be about the end of the global pandemic.

That’s Exactly How Much I Love You

that 1 am musing
that early morning write
that crazy over the top
out of this world idea

that compelling novel
with characters and plot
so intriguing,
you can’t stop reading

that gripping moment
so interesting, so exciting
it completely holds
your attention

that 1 am musing,
that compelling novel,
that gripping moment,

that’s exactly how much I love you

Playful

how playful can I go
to manifest my love for you?
will being naughty be enough?
or shall I be tamed and subtle maybe?

however it will be, I sure am will be
the greatest love of your life

how playful can I go?
that I would never know
but I sure can be, anything
anything you want me to be

however it will be, I sure am will be
the greatest love of your life

https://amanpan.com/2021/04/08/eugis-weekly-prompt-playful-april-8-2021/

Flicker

I’m a flicker, a flicker of light
moving quickly, rapidly
shining brightly

I come as a newly lit lamp
in a calm evening as lovers
celebrate love

I’m a flicker, a flicker of light
teasing the night, joyfully
shimmering splendidly

I come as a steady gleam
soothing your thoughts
like lovers do

I’m a flicker, a flicker of light
dying, slowly, gradually
like lovers do

when the end is near

For Sadje’s What Do You See?
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/04/12/what-do-you-see-77-april-12-2021/

Your Kiss

Your Kiss 

your kiss tastes forever

forever on my lips, my heart celebrates

celebrates the love we share forever in eternity

eternity may not even be the gauge

gauge to how far and how much I love you

and if there’s an alternate world 

world of many possible universes

universes that will make us spend

spend love in different places and different times

times will surely be worth the travel

and if I get to choose, I will travel

travel to Dardania with you

you who have turned my world upside down

down farther to where my love can go

go beyond my creative imagination can be

your kiss tastes forever

forever on my lips

for Val’s NPM 2021 – Write a loop poem 

https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Day 12 NaPoWriMo 2021

“Past and Future.” This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction

my word/concept:

Classical Dictionary – Dardania, town or country from which Trojans are called Dardani

Historical Dictionary of Science – Alternate World, one of many possible universes which may have different physical laws or of different history than ours

Dearest Emily (Dickinson)

Dearest Emily (Dickinson),

I’ve always wondered how in isolation you’ve written 

such profound poetry on life, love, death, and even immortality?

you were a very private person, with a notable powerful family

how did you choose to live a life of an unknown, with great humility?

you were deemed odd and eccentric, by your neighbors, by locals

but your creativity even skyrocketed, writing the most compelling poetry

you argued that love is life and that to love is a sign of immortality

you said it with so much wisdom, knowledge, and integrity

you spoke about life with so much joy and gratitude

as if you have enjoyed the company of friends in the world outside 

when in reality, you love life, in the comfort of your own bedside

“find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.”, you said

your experience on love was very limited or maybe none at all

for you were said to have never married or even had friends

but you wrote ’bout love with complexities and passions

of human relationships, in language so compelling as your writings

oh, dear Emily, my generation is kinda lost, 

lost between writing from reality and writing from creativity

which one to follow, they don’t know, questioning their sanity

I hope they see that poetry is neither a product of reality nor creativity

I wonder how poetry would be for them if they’re placed

in a box and live alone, in isolation, in confinement?

will their poetry be lonely as an interment

or will they find beauty even in the indictment?

Dear Mich,

it is with a sad heart that I am writing this, 

knowing how things changed over the years

I lived a life practically of a nun in confinement

barely leaving my room even for a moment

yet, I wrote poetry, poetry ’bout life and the world outside

I wrote poetry ’bout love and human relationships with pride

I didn’t need to go anywhere looking for a subject or inspiration

it’s basically where you are, just use your imagination

I wrote poetry on love, yet you know my experience

on love is limited or none at all, you could just imagine

but dear Mich, love is could be a shadow behind

it’s there, you need to catch a glance quickly before its gone

so, what does it take to be a poet?

experience or creativity, take a bet

for even Hellen Keller; blind and deaf 

wrote better than anyone who can see

anyone who can hear

NaPoWriMo Day 11 -https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-9/

 Today, write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.

Emily Dickinson fascinated me a lot over the years. Her poetry is filled with so much love and life and she spoke of death and immortality as if she had experienced it herself. Yet we all know that she lived her life literally in isolation, and was never married. Her relationships with people and friends outside were limited to letters alone. 

Her profound understanding of the subjects and theme of love, life, death, and immortality is beyond, way beyond the comforts of her home and the solitude of her own thoughts and imagination