Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Exiled For My Heart
Slung across the room
out the door
down the alleyways
exiled from my life
It tries to come back
haunting me in my jeans
capturing me in the aisles
and once again I seethe
Get away from me
leave me to my own
stop slithering into my icebox
and sizzling on my stove
There is no place for you
so stop your incessant ways
I will not succumb
for the rest of my living days
…..
There you have it! Day #25 of National Poetry Month!
Thanks to Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides prompt:
“For today’s prompt, write an exile poem. Exile is a noun, a verb, and an American rock band from Richmond, Kentucky. A person, animal, or object can be exiled. But people and animals also exile others–or even exile themselves.”
You know you are completely old
when your shoes have shrunk in the night
when your once sexy jeans look a fright
but you find you have more to behold
You know you are completely an elder
when your hippity has lost some hop
when your teeth start to find a new spot
as your belly laughs from too much pepper
You know you are getting old, right?
when the wrinkles turn into road maps
when you find you have a little less lap
when the slightest bump hits you at night
You know you are completely aged
when your memories take you to youth
when you finally care less about looks
when you have reached the level of sage
You know your mind is in tact
from researching, reading and stuffs
avoiding too many fluffs
you still render out some great facts
You know you’re completely old
when there are no brakes between brain and mouth
when gravity takes it all south
your disposition has turned quite bold
Grow old with the attitude of zeal
you are not going to change the life scale
you are not yet set to derail
so get up and practice your whee
“For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Complete (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem. Possible titles include: “Complete Best Day I Ever Had,” “Complete Guide to Writing Poems,” “Completely Wrong Way,” and “Completed Set.””
It had the freedom to choose
one eye or two
one arm or two
one hand or two
as long as
it chose to obey
it chose to be hungry
it chose to stick to the rules
It had the right to freedom
as long as
it knew it’s place
it knew it had no place
it knew it could not have a place
It had the freedom to sing
as long as
it met the godliness of the day
it kept the tunes to spirituals
it kept to it’s place
it kept calm by association
After all
freedom has a price
and freedom
has rules
so says the master
so says the hand that leads it
and keeps it down
Freedom for all
some kind of choice
And what about IT?
It is people with blood
It is people with hearts pumping
It is people with lives worth living
Freedom
take away the itness and put life to the name
keep freedom and drop the itness of the past
live, breathe FREE
…..
So, there you have it. Day #23 of National Poetry Month.
What would I write to you, my love?
If I were away for a time from you
would I say I miss you and cannot wait
until I see your hazel eyes again?
What would I think about without you, my love?
Would I be thinking of all the things we did together
or would I think about how I do not wants to do things without you?
What would I feel without you, my love?
Would my heart break into pieces so sharded there was no hope
of putting it back together again
or would my eyes parch from endless tears?
Where would I be without you, my love?
Would I be lost in this world, alone and afraid
or would I realize that you are always near and dear to me in my heart?
What would I write to you, my love?
I would write about how I miss you
I would write about how I cannot wait to see you
I would write about how plans are to be made of adventures
I would write about our hearts being entwined as one
And I would seal the letter with my tears
knowing that one day soon I will see you again
That’s what I would do, my love
…..
So, there you have it! Day #22 of National Poetry Month
Thanks for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides prompt:
For today’s prompt, write a correspondence poem. Maybe write a poem that would fit on a postcard or in a letter. Or write a poem about correspondence school. Or jump into newer forms of correspondence like e-mail or text messaging. Of course, not all correspondence is connected to communicating; sometimes one thing corresponds to another by being similar.
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