Sisters’ Thoughts – Poetry Prompt #20

Star
Remember
Me
Please
Remember
Me
 
Sister
I
Remember
You
Remember
Us
 
Comet
Forget
Me
Please
Forget
Your
Hurts
 
Sister
I
Forget
My
Pain
Forget
Your
Fear
 

Inspired by this week’s Poetry Prompt from WeDrink. This universe likes to give me material to write with, whether it be poetry or prose.

 
 

Home Sweet Home – Poetry Prompt #18

Home, home on a range
Where the Samanthas and the Levis
Run down to McDonald’s in their underwear.
Where seldom is heard
Martha not saying a word,
And the grownups have all gone insane!

This was written back when I was a little girl, by me! (I was an annoying little thing back then…) I remembered this little ditty I used to sing (at the top of my lungs) when I saw the Poetry Prompt from WeDrink this morning.

Hope it was humorous in some way.

Ocean Dream – Poetry Prompt #17

I look out the window
And what do I see?
Blue waves breaking on the shore to see.
Summer has brought me such a nice surprise,
Seashell collecting under the skies.
 
I can take an arm full and make something neat,
Castles decorated and jewelry to last a week.
 
It wasn’t very so,
But it seemed to me,
Sunset in the ocean as far as I can see.

This is done to the tune of “Popcorn Popping” which is a Primary song from the Children’s Primary Songbook. The place that I would like to see is the ocean, in response to this week’s Poetry Prompt from WeDrink.

I have been to the West Coast and East Coast of the Continental U.S. but I have never seen an ocean.

Don’t Deliberate – Poetry Prompt #16

Don’t do drugs?
Don’t disappoint?
Describing Disagreements.
 
Disposable Delicacies,
Disturbing Danger…
Despicable Dares.
 
Don’t deride,
Don’t dissect,
Don’t ‘debate.’
 
Don’t doubt
Do dignity.
Decide destiny.

Written for this week’s Poetry Prompt from WeDrink: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/30/poetry-prompt-16-alphabet/

Yes, this prompt was hard. I wasn’t certain I could do it, and this actually took me a couple hours to do midst doing some of my daily chores for Tuesday. (Thank goodness today’s only supposed to get 88 degrees F today. I’ve got the oven going all. Day. Long. Today is the supposedly ‘coolest’ day of the week.)

Guard Spires – Poetry Prompt #15

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image: “Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh
 Time stands suspended,
Lights slow in movement, I see
Happiness is more.
 
Below the moon rests
People after day of work.
Dreams are so fluid.
 
Color glint spires
Twist up into the night sky
And guard the dreamers.

Written for the WeDrink Poetry Prompt this week: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/23/poetry-prompt-15-artistry/

I love stars and anything to do with the sky…

Dear Sister Mine – Poetry Prompt #14

Dear Sister mine,
I wonder how you are.
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen you,
I’ve forgotten who you are.
 
Dear Sister mine,
I often find
I don’t know where I am.
I’m lost at home
And wonder where’s the jam?
 
Dear Sister mine,
My thoughts are gone,
I never know what’s next.
With memories shifting place
Nothing remains the shape.
 
Dear Sister mine,
I miss you so,
When will you come by next?
The days are long
While you are gone
And I am here alone.
 
Dear Sister mine,
This letter is long,
I must end it now soon.
Without you here
I’ll disappear
And see you ne’er again.
 
Dear Sister mine,
This is the end,
I have no more to give.
I’ve lost all I had
Without you near.
Goodbye, my darling dear.

Written for this week’s WeDrink Poetry Prompt: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/16/poetry-prompt-14-letter/

This is also a letter from Comet to her sister Star before Comet is sent away.

Stay Calm…You’re Only Burning – Poetry Prompt #12

My but how it all changes in an instant.
Onward and upward, I cry!
My wingbeats are frantic as I know I’m running out of time.
Even as I pull ahead of the oncoming borde, their fire projectiles strike.
Never will I forget the smell of burnt feathers and the pain in non-existant limbs.
The sweat had plastered my hair to my face as I thump painfully onto the floor.
I don’t know why they thought I was a demon…
“What if we had ideas that could think for themselves? What if one day our dreams no longer needed us? When these things occur and are held to be true, the time will be upon us. The Time of Angels.”
-from Doctor Who

Written based off of a snippet of an old dream I had often back in middle and high school. Sometimes I can still feel the pain of arrows piercing limbs that I don’t even have…

Also written for this week’s WeDrink Poetry Prompt: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/02/poetry-prompt-12-moments/