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Assurance of A Love to Last

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
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I am using one of my favorite poetry forms called Pantoum  I discovered this form of poetry several years ago and have written a few. You will see them in my next book.

Assurance of A Love to Last

assurance of a love to last
what we wish for all the more
to not pretend and to be free
allowing risk to take control

what we wish for all the more
to have a love that moves with ease
allowing risk to take control
feeling the full ocean breeze

to have a love that moves with ease
and have no worries about the taste
feeling the full ocean breeze
fully tinguate your face

and have no worries about the taste
is to allow all time to flow
fully tinguate your face
surrendering to what’s below

is to allow all time to flow
enough to give you what you need
surrendering to what’s below
can you keep up with fervent speed

enough to give you what you need
assurance of a love to last
can you keep up with fervent speed
to not pretend and to be free

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Today’s National Poetry Month poem is about Love based on the prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog.

“Write a love poem. All you need is love.
Write an anti-love poem. Or not.”

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Treasures of Life

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

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Treasures of Life

Folklore and such regard the number 13 as cursed but I say it’s not.
Have you ever found anything justify this to be true?
We had to write an essay about Friday the 13th and this was a mystery.
My baby brother was born five years after me; Mom bought him a t-shirt with the number 13, so there you go.
He was never less than anybody.
He was my heartbeat and each day with him was a treasure.

May I tell you about this boy I treasure?
When he was born, they gave me a choice to go to kindergarten or not.
I made the best choice of anybody.
The thought of having my little baby brother all to myself brought me such joy.
Nowhere was where I wanted to go.
Why anybody would not want such pleasure would be a mystery.

Something happened after my baby brother was born and it is a mystery.
While it was one of those unknowns of nature, it only made us realize that life is a treasure.
He had to have an operation to survive and give life a go.
There never was a negative, doubt or belief in the word of: not.
We all celebrated this precious boy, brought to this world to bring us such joy.
We would have loved if he didn’t have challenges, not to be wished on anybody.

All I knew is that I was as fortunate as anybody.
Although it would remain for us to solve the mystery.
It was important to celebrate each joy.
You learn just how much to treasure.
And deny those things which mean not.
For all the things that give you the go, go, go.

Mother had limits on how she could go.
She did not want to trouble anybody.
Complain, never one time did she, not.
Somehow it all worked like a mystery.
She taught us to care for children was a treasure.
She sang when she cleaned house, keeping time with her flip flops, such joy.

They taught us that life and children brought joy.
We learned that if we wanted to be somewhere, we had to find a way to go.
To have a soul in our hands was a treasure.
We were role modeled not to complain or brag about our lives to anybody.
To live is to accept that life has many a mystery.
And to give up on life is a great big not.

To treasure your life is to know perfect joy.
To never hear not is to know it’s all a great go.
If you ask me now if I could ever love anybody I can tell you that love is a mystery.

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Today’s National Poetry Month prompt is from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides: for today’s prompt, write a lucky number poem. Some people have lucky numbers, some don’t. Wherever you fall on the lucky number spectrum, you can still write a poem about the phenomenon of lucky numbers and/or luck in general.

Inspired by Aruna Murumurthy and her lovely book of Sestina Poetry: Puppet Dolls, having participated in her Sestina workshop, I am trying to pen my first Sestina. To learn about Sestina you can go to Poetry Foundation or to Poetic Asides Each site has a slightly different point of view about the Sestina.

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I Am Jealous of Leo

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
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I Am Jealous of Leo

Brothers, sisters, this is true
I have a story to tell to you

Years ago I learned of love
from a soul who has moved to places above

Leo Buscaglia is his name, a man of fame
He’s known for the Love books and lectures he gave

It was quite the movement so many years past
Love is truly something that lasts

Aside from his story of letting go and loving
There’s another one written that I find so moving

The name of the book is The Way of The Bull
There’s nothing quite as moving as the places he’d go

You see, Leo traveled to Asia, but not by tradition
No fancy hotels or sites of illusion

Leo traveled the way of the bull
In the spirit of Zen on these trips he would go

To gain such insight of the way of mankind
And finding the nature of man to unwind

The wealth of the story, although it’s not long
Is taking the chance to release your big strong

Allowing the moments of life to unfold
For truly the best things of life are not gold

It’s walking barefoot because they’ve no shoes
It’s sharing your undies when they gave you foods

It’s longing for loving and not for the junk
It’s giving your all with cheer and with spunk

So, yes I am jealous of Leo, it’s true
For to travel abroad such a way I’d pursue

Maybe one day, when I am old and gray
Nary much time left, I best find the way

Then again, when I look at my land of milk and honey
I needn’t travel far to see what is of plenty

So, jealous I am, but unable I’m not
It’s finding the joy in what is in my lot

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So, there you have it! This is Day 7 of National Poetry Month and today’s prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetry Asides:
For today’s prompt, write a jealous poem. Maybe you’re jealous. Or maybe someone else is jealous of you–or someone else. Whether envious of another or suspicious of a partner, dive deep into this emotion today.
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Stolen: One Heart

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
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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

…..

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”