February Writing Prompt: – Immortally Cantankerous – Day 21/28


#February Writing Prompt: – Immortally Cantankerous – Day 21/28

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Lifetime pet loved by all of us
turned into an Irritable grumpy old dog
He was not trustworthy with his mood
So off to the vet he went in a cage

News was not good he had cancer
The vet advised us to put him down
Tears ran freely loosing our best friend
we knew he was not an everlasting mate.

I wrote this post last Tuesday morning 20th of February before Cyclone Geta hit Taranaki, we got the power back on Friday afternoon, and water supply that night.

It is now Sunday afternoon, I’m posting this Day 21,  of the “February Writing Prompt” but I will not write the last seven posts for this challenge, not feeling the best, resting up, my head will not focus, feeling nauseous. I will do the “Weekly Tanka Challenge” next week, otherwise, I will have a break from writing.

Still reading all my followers post, just not writing.

February Writing Prompt: – Cupid’s Conspiracy – Day 20/28


#February Writing Prompt: – Cupid’s Conspiracy – Day 20/28

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Conspiracy Against Cupid

Many times reading about our love symbol, Cupid
It is said that they will “rip his chubby arms off”
That’s not very nice, why say things like that
I would consider it a conspiracy against Cupid.

They say that they will “rip his chubby arms off,
a chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon
Falling in love is dying by the cupid bow
Stupid Cupid keeps calling me and I see nothing

That’s not very nice, why say things like that
Who was cupid to meddle in peoples love life?
A supernatural phenomenon is known as Cupid
Without Cupid, who else would have that arrow?

I would consider it a conspiracy against cupid
As they say, they have put clips on his wings
So he is forced to fly in circles about our head
I consider someones conspired against Cupid.

February Writing Prompt: – Steadfast Turmoil – Day 19/28


#February Writing Prompt: – Steadfast Turmoil – Day 19/28

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Trusty Chaos

upset and confused
dedicated his whole life
to the animals
now his life was mayhem
his parents had sold the farm

How to write Tanka Poetry

Tanka Poetryconsists of five units, usually with the following pattern of    5-7-5-7-7 which is syllables.

The first three lines (5/7/5) are the upper phase. This upper stage is where you create an image in your reader’s mind.

The last two lines (7/7) of a Tanka poem are called the lower phase.  The final two lines should express the poet’s ideas about the image that was created in the three lines above.

Not sure of your Syllable count?

February Writing Prompt: – Precarious Quandaries – Day 17/28


#February Writing Prompt: – Precarious Quandaries – Day 17/28

Gun Quandaries

The gun law in American is in a rather precarious position
Who believes that now is not the time to do something about it?
To me, as an outsider, gun laws in America need more control
and now is the time to do something, don’t keep putting it off

If anyone has a doubt on what to do, take a look at other countries
Politicians need to remember the dangerous situation they are in.
People they serve want help in controlling the gun laws, the deaths
and killings of so many of their loved ones especially children must stop.

This is dedicated to the families in Florida who lost their loved ones in the recent school shooting. I watch CNN, following the stress of all the people suffering, and felt the sadness as if it was my own children, I hope one day there will be a change in the law and that guns are not so readily available for everyone.

I think that today’s prompt “Precarious Quandaries” fits the shootings at Florida High school nicely because of the replies by the politicians and the leader of America.

Quandaries mean – a state of perplexity or uncertainty over what to do in a difficult situation in which you are involved. doubt, indecision, the jury is still out.

February Writing Prompt: – Hippie Harbor – Day 16/28

Camping mobil home

#February Writing Prompt: – Hippie Harbor – Day 16/28

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Hippie Harbor- Enjoyment of Life

Hippies love peace, nature, and freedom
they have great kindness, and enjoy music
gained widespread acceptance in communities
sleeping under the stars with wings wanting to fly.

Happy with little in life, with only whats on their back
Finding peace in everything, smoking the herb
It’s merely a stereo-style while exploring the earth
secret doubts about the wisdom of their journey

They love hanging out in tranquil surroundings
In favor of a more personal spiritual experience
Unmarried couples of all ages feel free living together
No societal disapproval, so no categorize of gender.

February Writing Prompt: – Dedicated to Denial – Day 15/28


#February Writing Prompt: – Dedicated to Denial – Day 15/28

Alcohol Denial

Regretting my experiences daily
I was dedicated to instant denial
The lies were always on my lips
The urge for another glass of sherry

My actions started to betray me
my mind kept telling me to have a drink
But I never once drank during the day
Until a shot of solid truth hit home.

I opened up my heart to honesty
Stopped blaming myself all the time
The truth did not become an insult
My future started to look rosy again.

Alcohol and your Brain

February Writing Prompt: – Intense Attraction – Day 14/28


#February Writing Prompt: – Intense Attraction – Day 14/28

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Valentine Day – Chocolates

Chocolates are an intense attraction
How can one deny the truth
Diet must consume some sweetness
Must pop one into my mouth now

How can one deny the truth
One glance, it is hard to leave them
Chocolates are for Valentine day
Watch your partners eyes, joy

Diet must consume some sweetness
Shared between a loving couple
Stirs the soul of cupid arrow
undescribable winners we are

Must pop one into my mouth now
As cupid has aroused my heart
Time for playful love with his arrow
Centred deep within my soul.

February Writing Prompt: – Desperate Obligations – Day 13/28


#February Writing Prompt: – Desperate Obligations – Day 13/28

Obligations and Desperation

Obligations as a mother, wife, and breadwinner
Led me to desperation in the 1970s -1990’s
I needed someone to rest my tired soul on
Where were those strong arms I used to have

Reaching out for help, I found a friend in a bottle
No one heard my inner cry, I was so fragile
Even sleep, I could not find the light to led me on
In all my pain, I never missed a day at work

I tried reaching out to others even my husband
but he never understood the reason why I did this
only thought of me as an alcoholic, rejecting me
I was in the dark I was the only one, to help me

So I did, I open up my heart to praying every night
In my strange household, only I know how I was saved
It still lives deep within, has saved many a day, praying
Only one thing sad about this, I lost my oldest son.

Please note: This is the first time I have written about this part of my life, I was not an alcoholic, all though it may have looked like it, at that time of my life, {as I still have a drink of red wine every night with my tea).

My son is still alive only he does not want anything to do with me, since we sold our dairy farm, just over three years ago, I miss my two grandchildren very much. Sad.

February Writing Prompt: – Sumptuous & Sweet – Day 12/28


#February Writing Prompt: – Sumptuous & Sweet – Day 12/28

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Sumptuous and Sweet Etheree Poem

icing sugar
my stomach rumbles
as the smell drifts around
Its magnificently displayed
chocolate icing included too
so many different flavors to pick
extra kilos will be added today.

What is an Etheree?

  • It is a decastitch (10-line stanza) with an emphasis on the syllabic count of each line.
  • Syllabic count: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10
  • It is unrhymed.

February Writing Prompt: – Bloodthirsty and Blazing – Day 10/28


#February Writing Prompt: – Bloodthirsty and Blazing – Day 10/28

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Vampires – Were-Wolfs

Vampires are they bloodthirsty
Were-wolfs are totally different
No need for prosecuting them
One or the other is always blazing

What sets the fire going in them
The artwork is already set in them
Carved deep into the spiritual mind
Waiting for the right time to pounce

They are both out looking for mischief
but are we all believers of folklore, no.
Unexplained deaths of strange encounters
We always blame some bloodthirsty animal.