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Stolen: One Heart

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Stolen: One Heart

Not being the type
to take anything
not mine
I was surprised
when it happened to me

Stolen:
one perfectly functioning heart
blood pumping
veins working
body moving
but
one heart stolen

Who knew
when a person takes a walk
or writes a story
or reads a book
their heart can be taken

In this case
innocently stricken
I lost my heart
but the weird thing is
it was all my fault

Vulnerable and needing
love’s warm feels
my heart was stolen
only to be healed

Take it again
and again
it’s yours
forever

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Today, I decided to combine my prompts. Here is my poem of the day for National Poetry Month and my Six Sentence Story. Who says you can’t play with the rules? I guess you can say I stole them and made them my own.

My daily poetry prompt came from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog: “For today’s prompt, write a stolen poem. And no, don’t steal anyone’s poem! But you can write about doing such a thing. Or stealing hearts, stealing time, stealing minds. Or steeling your mind (remember: I don’t care if you play on my original prompt). Steal away into a comfortable place to write and break some lines today.”

The other prompt comes from Girlie on The Edge’s Six Sentence Story Blog

“Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: TYPE”

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Monet at Night

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Restless in his sleep
dreaming of pastels and muted seams
lasting into the night
as he chases away the darkness
holding for the light of day

Needless to wonder
when you see the creations
those dreams become masterpieces
from the master’s restlessness
ever charging his mind
into the day of light

Is it any wonder
when I first saw his works
Monet made me cry

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There you have it! This is my Poem A Day Challenge completed for Day 4 of National Poetry Month.
Prompts come fromRobert Lee Brewer’s Asides Blog

For today’s prompt, pick a painter, make him or her the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

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PeeWee

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Just a little bug
leaving a potty trail
is how he got the name
PeeWee

Part of a heritage
from a friend’s tribe
of pooches
when a peekapoo and dachshund mate
you get a PeeWee

He was the baby
spoiled rotten
wouldn’t have it any other way

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He barked at the mirror image of himself
so funny
a fierce opponent of That Dog!

Little did we know
just how much of a defender
he would become

The slightest noise
would have him at the door
ready to chase whatever he heard
protecting his domain

Yes, HIS I kid you not
I would say, “he can hear a squirrel fart in the woods.”

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He knew his place
was
Wherever. He. Wanted. To. Be.

Most loved him
tolerated by some
revered as my personal love
my boy was the best

PeeWee wouldn’t have it any other way
nor would I

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There you have it! This is my Poem A Day Challenge completed for Day 3 of National Poetry Month.
Prompts come from Robert Lee Brewer’s Asides Blog

Today’s prompt was: “For today’s prompt, write an animal poem. The poem could be about an animal. Or it could just mention an animal in passing. Or include an animal in your title and fail to mention the animal once in your poem. Your poem, your rules.”

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Worst Case or Best Case

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Which is The Best Case?

Watching Deal or No Deal

I am interested in how far people will go

Weighing out the odds

When would I say, “Deal?”

It’s a gamble of time

An effort of haste or waste

Odds are what?

The way I look at it is

Deal or No Deal is a toss up

You always end up with the same you

It’s not more dough

That makes you real

Best case scenario

You pick the right case

Worst case scenario

You sell the case for too little

In any case scenario

You come out the winner

It’s just how you play the game

It’s National Poetry Month and this is my response to the Prompt:

Write a worst case poem. What’s the worst that could happen?

Write a best case poem. Take the worst and reverse it!

Source for these prompts is Robert Lee Brewer’s Asides Blog