Sorry about this comment here. It should have been on your later poem which doesn't have to do with food either though. Anyway, be sure to link a specific poem...rather than just your blog...when you post. If you just link your blog, a reader doesn't know which poem you mean them to read. Peace.
The Uncertainty Of The Poet
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Sometimes it feels like I am half
A milky white sculpture
My bones and torso strong
But not quite yet defined or finished
I am spilling over onto the pa...
imposter syndrome
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i am going bananas
over my empty bag
i take out my fishing rod & reel
and cast the line over the lake
it is summer & sun
has blued & sparkled the sho...
W3....Prompt # 170....
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A donsy means a gatherng or group especially of small beingsthere was a
goldfish called fonzywho missed his mates from his donsythey took off to
evolve th...
1297
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*Magnificat of Morning - A Fold*
Morning bespoke of bird song,
Wends her way in andante strides,
What could ever go wrong?
Sunrise, moonset, is mornin...
EARTH AND SKY
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Water comes first, then we follow,
gasp in a big breath of air, and then we cry.
Thus we are introduced to the world
as it always was and always will b...
Questions
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*source*
*Questions*
I was asked:
Why do you write so many poems
when no one sees you and all your hard work?
And I answer: Because the words foun...
An Acrostic
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*S*wayed and staggered
*T*wisted and twirled by the ghoulish wind
*O*n the almost barren, haggard branches
*R*ags of leaves once vibrant and ver...
Word Garden Word List--Anna Karenina
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Hello my little Russian dolls! This week our source is Leo Tolstoy's "Anna
Karenina." I read it some years ago and despite the long tangents into
agrari...
song in my absence
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*~I am grateful and welcoming of what ‘life’ has afforded me.*
*The love ‘Mamasita’ gave to me and my six other siblings, as a*
*single parent, with mini...
In uncertain times
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source
source
source
Each of us is the center of God’s universe
as it flows outward. How can we learn that?
I look into the center of a Queen Ann...
Being Human
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I am pale flesh,
red heart, and dreams
balancing on reality.
There are days my bones
walk me beyond a horizon
of stars and stripes war,
the book of religi...
Tiger In The Abstract
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Tiger In The Abstract
* ( a 55)*
*"Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has
crushed it."*
*~unknown, attr Mark...
Peacefulness of the Setting Sun
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[image: Free Evening Nature photo and picture]
courtesy of Pixabay
In the peacefulness of the setting sun
I drum sitting cross-legged upon the earth
the fi...
The History of One Life
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Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List -- The Prodigy
*Come join us!*
*Through many windows life looks out... Through windows rosy with young...
Inspiration
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Inspiration
Upon a chin of gold
you sit,
not man,
but madonna
of twinkling sky,
birthplace
of dogmas
and devotion,
of blue-lit nights
and silver stars
s...
About the Poet
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Collected Works 2009 - 2024 About the Poet
Kerry O’Connor has been writing poetry since 2009. Her themes are
existential and she draws inspiration fro...
Hopefulness
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Cynicism
is the most unforgiving
proof of gravity.
I arrive at
the pinnacle
of the Hill of Hope,
and I stayed up there
for a minute,
catching my...
The Barefoot Peace of Ash Wednesday
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peace, barefoot
walking slowly toward me
floating grey and silver
the Holy flashing through
peace, a gathering of flickering angels
he then she then...
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A Stimulated Mind
by
Belva Staples
*Making things entirely from scratch, *
*Brings a certain sense of satisfaction, *
*Because the uniqueness of a cr...
Time For Testing Testing
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I think it has been a while since the cat posted something here. Who knows
though as time is different for a rhyming rear. What? That doesn't count
one b...
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When I started this blog in 2012, I had no long-term expectations for it. I
simply wanted to provide prompts as a small service to other poets. Over ...
Early morning light
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The sun's early morning light breaks through the bedroom window
And brightens the dim room where I wake from my sleep
Her own pictures on the walls no...
A Note from the Poet
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Excuse me while I kiss the sky....
*Jimi Hendrix*
Dear friends and fellow poets
Thank you for visiting my Skywriting Blog, which has been my creative spa...
I BELIEVE ONLY IN GARLIC
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https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
*It is mid morning*
*and some salesmonkey in Mississippi*
*is ringing my number*
*ignoring the grave warn...
A Wise Woman Writes a Survival Manual
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Morgue File
by Ken Brasier
I do what I can,
whip white horses into froth
to line a horizon
pull at bone layers
to make spit out of fire
fill you w...
Everyday Table
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This is a poem written for the Midweek Motif on Poets United on “Everyday
Living.”
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-ev...
Poets United
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I happened to visit Poets United and discovered two wonderful ladies, who
have given hours of their time to this creative poetic endeavor are passing
their...
Zipline
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I was browsing my Facebook page when a promotion from Toroverde - Jebel
Jais Flight popped up. It was offering a 54% discount from its regular
price for y...
How Did It Feel
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How did it feel
the breath that you held
for heartbeats,
four heartbeats,
a sway hollow knell.
Rattling ribs
till they finally fell
apart - tell me, how did ...
A MOMENT of PERFECT PEACE...
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I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world,...
Poem: ACCEPT
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*This was written for Poets United's Midweek Motif:*
*Dark Moon, New Moon*
*I have to accept the hurricanes*
*that are happening everywhere*
*Look at them l...
A Lesson in Melittology (or Tea with Plath)
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“You always made the best tea”, I confess.
Something in the method: fanning the bag
In the cathartic lung space ‘tween spoon and china. ...
Lions and Tigers and Bears
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Oh my...
Lion, hats and background from the Midnight Reverie collab from Mischief
Circus; the rest from my stash.
I love polar bears!
Tuesday Poem - 'Agnus Dei' by Marty Smith
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*Agnus Dei*
I carried the lamb in a sack on my horse
It's buggered, said Dad, throw it in the creek.
The creek leaped, dimpled. Small bubbles
whirled, i...
My Parents
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Courtesy: Poets United
When you two fought
you never knew
how I burnt
in your wrath.
I was a water body,
too brine to taste.
But the Kal-boishakhi*** days...
Tick Tock
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Tick Tock
I hear my
Biological clock
Ticking away
The eggs I have
In short supply.
“Yuh nuh have
A child, yet?”
He looks at me
Like fertile soil
In whi...
Sad Eyes
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Photo:SlaRueB weeping in the wind as the willow blows a remembrance of
forgotten times bending branches moves as one as we danced all night to the
Autumn m...
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Another Day
My smoke alarm is beeping
it sounds like my Peach Faced Lovebird
I have missed him for a long time
sitting on my shoulder, nibbling my ear
now...
Cuz Culcha
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Sista,
remember makin cinnamon toast
and chewin back
bitz of the periodick table
like it were vitamins.
knowble gases
hevvy metals
an your luv letters
to Jon...
cheers with life
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*Fill one half*
*in passion*
*Sandy *
*The remaining half*
*in Love ....*
*this is coonect to - **PoetryPantry #287 of PU*
*photo credit here*
*-nuwan-*
Every Scrap
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Life is fragile
You, my friend, are not so
Such a small creature
You have such a
presence
Such a strong grip
on this life-
Claws scratching
Teeth bared
You w...
Ring of Fire by Mary Eliza Crane
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At the wane of a long season of heat filled yellow sky, fire consumes
mountain forests infested, decimated by bark beetles feasting in their own
changing w...
faded pages
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*in the days of mostly easy time, *
*there is the odd reminder of another place.*
*fragrant reminiscence in a flash; *
*passed - but in its wake - a trace....
There Comes A Time...
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when we rethink things. Looking back and reflecting on one thousand
thirty-two posts, six thousand fifty-nine comments, and two hundred eleven
followers ...
Your poetry comes out as sn entreaty from within. Very well done in so few words. Remarkable.
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Hmmmm, I don't see anything about food (the topic of this week's Midweek Motif) in your poem. Did you post this one here by mistake?
ReplyDeleteSorry about this comment here. It should have been on your later poem which doesn't have to do with food either though. Anyway, be sure to link a specific poem...rather than just your blog...when you post. If you just link your blog, a reader doesn't know which poem you mean them to read. Peace.
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Deletei'll do correct next time
good luck mary!