Napowrimo ~ Day 5 ~ Feathers of Hope ~

Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, re break the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!

“Hope” is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Feathers of Hope
Flying lightly all over
feathers of hope hover
linger alive tingle the soul
stay without burden,cover
the spirit, awakening the heart
from time to time, warding away
danger depression sadness cold
storms in the turbulent seas, not
harming even a bird or a gull
but keeping the lull,cajoling Poseidon
for softness soothing mercy, nothing
ever from me asking or the entire humanity
but flying closer to all flying for peaceful eternity

NAPOWRIMO ~ 2015 ~ Day 1 ~ No Form of Effort Does It Need ~

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No form of effort does it need

No limits of race caste or creed

No bands boundaries or bases;

It is set for every man’s lively feed

No history or nations or generations

have ever complained about it

no services of immigrants or residents

have ever lied or explained about it…

for there was never fear of powers

all was mercy pity and peace showers

No young men have ever gone to

graveyards one by one with flowers

no dying crying spying or flying

just shooting killing and saluting

carrying some flag draped boxes

guard of honor’ giving and burying

all not for the cause of freedom

nor of land or slavery or salvation

born free who needs freedom…?

come live kill, come be a nation’

the whole world is yours to take

no borders lines or walls to make

kick a body, shoot the head, no stake

run run run, rule, gun’ shake shake’

No Form of Effort does Freedom Need

NAPOWRIMO ~ 2015 ~ Poem of Negation ~ ‘Don’t Say…

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Today’s prompt is a poem of negation – yes (or maybe, no), I challenge you to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like.


Don’t say

we have not tried

so many have sacrificed

so many have bled and cried


Don’t say

it is easy, it is not

it asks for blood

to be fully caught


Don’t say

we don’t need it

we all do we feel it

parade protests to get it


Don’t say it will never come

It will be it will  for all not some

Yes, No It is but Freedom

Peshawar Massacre ~ Wake Up Human, Wake Up Child ~

Wake Up Faith Wake Up, Its time for prayer
Oh let me sleep a little more
I’m exhausted and a little sore
I played till late
to get a high score

Wake Up Life Wake Up you have a purpose
work and serve work and pray
honest n faithful you must stay
O let me enjoy
Do not annoy’

Wake Up Rich Wake Up Its time to pay
Spend Spend for The Giver
riches will become a river
O why why should I?
I have much, yet to buy..

Wake Up Books Wake Up Its time to study
Read read read all the best
read n write,never let it rest
This is the Good
This is The best

Wake Up Human Wake Up Its time to go
you have been lazy n slow
enemy is winning on the go
killing is not the way
give love, tolerance show
Wake Up Child Wake Up Its time for school
Wake Up Wake Up, rise and shine
But what a waste and wild
Child killed for a killed child
Nothing is mine, Nothing thine
Wake Up, Repent…….Wake Up…..Peace
Sleep Hatred Sleep……..

For POETS UNITED ~ Honoring Our Poetic Ancestors ~ The Living Dead ~ G Chaucer ‘


‘But it’s medieval language. Are you tearing out your hair trying to understand it? –

Rosemary Nissan Wade’s charming linguistic prompt blossomed all the rainbow colors in the fast turning brown of Autumnal graces. Ah Chaucer ‘most parfit gentle knight’ Father of the English Language, the starting point of English that is global today a ‘must read ‘for all English Literature students Poet -of the 14th Century ‘having God’s plenty’ indeed is to be honored for the greatest accomplishment of All Ages- The Development of English Language -I respect the Great poet and share these lines for Poets United.Thank you Rosemary Nissan Wade for reviving the Classic…

O’ we begin with Chaucer G
way back in the fourteenth century
and that’s how English should be
studied discussed and understood
when was there a ’schwa’ or not
or just another ‘e’.
‘To be or not to be ‘
do we quote all this deliberately?
Poets poets poets and poetry
is all that we read and see.
From the Classical Athenian Greeks
to the shores of Roman Virgilian Italy.

I was a reader of Literature
of floristic archaic aphoristic pithy
utterances about lean mean and murky

Poets stay alive and keep alive Poetry
But Poets make people they make nations
build stations on high-here are the words
of how the blades and swords
brought life and victory;

-No Poets are Dead but A Dead Society-

A Calm Vision

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How to say that 

a calm vision flashes again 

How to convey, solemn serenity

descends to ease the pain
How to stop the love 
that wishes to explain
How to express that the heart
beats in memories enchained

How to convince that a

peaceful presence remains

How to relate the tenderness

felt so deep in the domains

How to connect the eternal loss

that  good health claims ?

Some hand held close the sweet
scent till it rose till waves were calm
warm was the coat and the palm
till darkness engulfed the misty heat
the clasp unclasped letting go
slowly sinking to the sandy floor
love’s hope fell, held no more 
You too say? like all before?
So sank the precious rose 
like a heart of hope but not 
of Faith as deep and vast as
the seas and oceans eternal,pure’
Let me just believe then
that it is fear of the sharp thorn

the sweet scent is but a refrain –

life’s safe lodging is but torn

where once  life itself was born
floating abandoned in dangers deep

Faith  guides to safer havens to keep

 unseen love ever holds the hand

lifts up the tender  petals to higher land
 remember if once love comes your way

have faith accept and hold, make it stay

 patience and peace will reign….


there is always a personal loss

where once there was  a sacred gain