National Poetry Month
Haiku, senyru, and ghazal
Love
Not to be cliche
Like love makes the world go round
However, it does!
Nature
Standing on the ground
Helps to heal majically
Bare feet energy
Senryu
Who is mixed up now
She said when she was sober
I am clear as day
Ghazal
Some say love is cooking your favorites
I say it is looking for our favorites.
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Shopping is the word, some use for love
It is show stopping for more favorites.
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Babies, children of all ages to hug
And we have little ones - core favorites.
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Mature love comes with age at this stage
the love of Creator God lore favorites.
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Life has so many ways to love to me
Showing, giving, speaking, adore favorites.
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Then there is the mate we choose for life
The one, we were given, our fore favorites.
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Yesterday Was Easter
Author's Note: We hoped to find a place for all 16 people attending, but it wasn't to be. Our initial plan was to go to their building site and have the event at a large picnic table. The snow interfered with that plan. So, at the last minute, we called around. Nothing open until 6:30, which was too late for the young families to get together. It would be fast approaching bedtime for the babies. We decided to have everyone come to our house, which has plenty of space for us, but it is a stretch when bringing in some youngsters who need space to run and play, and outdoors is mostly out of the question. My daughter forgot the 100 plastic eggs she filled with candy and money. Another weekend when at the build site she said. “That way there will be no snow for them to track in and out.” After hearing that, I thought about how I too thought that would happen, and fogot to say something. That is what happens when you are not on Easter bunny duty anymore.
By Denise E Lindquista day ago in Poets
Elderly Woman Behind the Table in a Large Town
The glass of Absinthe sat before me. It’s quite amazing how despite such terror rendered upon their stones in the preceding decades, these streets still held the beauty I first read about as a girl. I never dreamed I’d set foot on these cobbles, at least not safely.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Art
Comments (4)
Lovely. I've never heard of Ghazal before. It looks complex but intriguing.
Three excellent implementations of those forms. Well done
Oh I love this!
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