Photo Challenge #234 Mindlovemisery ~ Plastically Poisoned ~

 

sink_by_kaylaerinofficial-d9e6iuy who am I  ?  am I alive ? These questions sailed through ‘Oh this air will kill me, but there is no air…then what am I breathing or am I?
‘who goes there ? she heard a heavy voice say out loud…the noose round her neck tightened a bit, she could not move her head,it was fixed as if in a wall, ‘Oh I ..er..I ..her voice left her …she stared into Nothingness’ silence cut like an iceberg …the ship moved steadily  …people rushed past her, ‘look  what’s this? plastic people are everywhere …run  honey run, run run run…but where? we are surrounded, is there a way to escape? Oh a slimy thing just touched me’ What no body only the head and hands? Hearing this the girl tried to move her hands…as they touched she felt a ring on her left fore finger…she tried to press it off…she pressed and pulled…pain shot through her hand like a sharp arrow…but…suddenly she felt free, she felt drenched , she felt the slime slipping down…the magic ring had broken the spell ,the plastic capture the invisible scaffold…plastic people could only survive by the pure white pearls…who put the white pearl ring on her finger? would she ever find out ?

what she knew was this…kill the plastic before it kills you

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For ‘The POET By Day ~ Jamie Dedes ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ There is Someone…

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Share with us the poet in non-ordinary reality, the doorways that lead from the physical to the spiritual. 

There is someone who talks to me
And keeps me waiting-
If only I could see The Spirit
Which I feel close by, yet so far

A bar on thoughts and actions,
I cannot think because my mind is quiet
And not moving or stirring
Lest the sweet words of The Spirit
May not find their way in-
And I may crush the tender layer thin

In between which keeps us bound,

I cannot let go the joy
I have found in my heart
at hearing the mellifluous melody
of the affectionate aura around,

which seeps into my soul to make peace
and washes smoothly away the tears
and the fears so deep,
I can now sleep with ease

For I cannot speak of the
Good Night Prayer

That descends in time so rare
my soul, to repair

And I cannot say that if I wake
Life may be like a snow flake
White and pure and sure, as
The Angels will come to Heaven, take.

For The Poet By Day ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ MAY 23, 2018 ~ JAMIE DEDES ~ It Comes From The Unseen Source ~

Tell us how you receive and experience your own poetry as an unexpected visitor, a surprise perspective or observation, a gift, or as a mystical thing … perhaps even as an occasional inconvenience.

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Words and thoughts  felt in transparency, unknown, unseen,
senses benumbed, as vision scans nature’s  changing vapors
against a canvas, bordered by shivering trembling green leaves
of stretching, bound, firmly rooted growth, shaping into one
strong trunk…strange is the form yet studded with beauty …

as feather like as water drops, soft, in feeling, a medium,
which passes through, touching the body soul and spirit
breaking the trance to discover, an idea ‘arranging deepening’
in the mind, revealing a song’ or a story’ or poetic drama’
so ‘poetry should be naturally expressed’ though along the way-

‘there are places that beckon us to stop or warn that these lines
are true,these thoughts good, let the words flow’, in early drafts
don’t try to control the poem’, feel free to alter the facts’,yes,it is
easy then, but it is work, hard work, the idea comes from the unseen
it is then from ‘me ‘ to something real outside ‘ in order, to craft’

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sometimes it is Light’ spreading gold in the sky on hills and land
cutting darkness to glory divine’ when green goes dark looks grand
mind stirs wonders eyes gather images and thoughts seek words
to amalgamate colors, beauty serene, majestic mystical  hills of sand
who made them? how much more beauty must be in His Domain !

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a poem can be, just be, it comes in moments, in time, at night
sometimes nothing descends for days, nothing inspires, a lone
still, lifeless object, may strike the soul, yet it all is formed only
when the mind in its richness of  language receives the ‘order’
‘a divine gift ‘it is as poets have revealed in the past across ‘border’

Mirza Ghalib wrote’

Aate HaiN Ghaib Se Yeh MazameeN Khayal MeiN
Ghalib Sarir-e Khamah Nava-e Sarosh Hai

 When mysteriously topics or subjects come in ones thoughts,
Then the sound made by the pen, resonates like the voice or sound of angles.

and so it is for me…

For ~ The Poet by Day ~ G Jamie Dedes ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt May 9 ~ Tiptoes of Spring ~

What is your favorite time of year? Why? Perhaps it’s not the weather that makes it your fave but traditions: holidays, birthdays, vacation … Tell us in a poem.

I have found flowers
I have found flowers,
And the cool winds feel softer
Dry leaves are lifted
Waves are visible in the grass
And I know
That Nature with her sensitive ear
Hears the tender touches of, the velvet
tiptoes of Spring-

Evergreens sway to welcome, in
Murmuring whispers of youthful sprouts
Rippling away invisible woes , and I find
More flowers as loneliness fades away-

Comfort engulfs the soul and spirit as
The mind drifts away to memories
When families were together to stay-

All seasons were loved December or May
And now I find flowers but not the family
All seasons seem the same ,as joyful memory
In summer heat cool raindrops or autumnal
Falls, touches my soul, inspires the spirit-

To create fresh flowers of poetry.

NAPOWRIMO 2018 ~ Day 14 ~ Dream Not,But Perhaps Believe ~

Dream dictionaries have been around as long as people have had dreams. Interestingly, if you consult a few of them, they nearly always tend to have totally different things to say about specific objects or symbols. Dreams, unlike words themselves, don’t seem to be nicely definable! At any rate, today’s prompt is to write entries for an imaginary dream dictionary. Pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things:

Teacup  Hammer   Seagull   Ballet slipper

Shark  Wobbly table    Dentist  Rowboat

Happy writing!

 

Dream Dictionary

                                         

Tea Cup:
warmth and sweetness of life is temporary
family love joy togetherness is an allegory
tea needs milk cream cardamom courage
you may become minister parliamentaryteacup

 Hammer :
power to command and hit
enemies seen and unseen
strike at any nail on scene
winner of all, red or green.

NAPOWRIMO 2018 ~ Day 13 ~ Busy Doing Nothing ~

Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended.

 

Phrase  :   As busy as a bee’     Image result for busy as a bee

they all say the bee is busy
so it seems ‘ apparently,for all
the buzzing  sound it makes
vibrates the air,things it shakes

fear it creates in everything
as from nowhere it suddenly
in view,springs, hovering all
around refusing to go,humbly

Image result for busy as a bee   at night if it comes it sticks
close to the bulb,that will not
give honey dear its glass n hot’
no need to show working tricks

Oh ‘ I will say you are busy
for body still is laziness and
busy is a moving flying thing
better believe the buzz n sting’

bees are busy buzzing buzzing
                                                       humans sitting buzzing buzzing
                                                       bees humming make sweet honey
                                                       are humans busy? doing nothing?