NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

9. Write a poem to your favorite letter of the alphabet.

OURS IS...

Z

Zephyr lilies are so fair

zebras run in herds

your a letter filled with zestfulness

(zither is an odd word)

Zucchini's make an awesome bread

Zinc is good for my body

I really love my niece Zeara

although she kind of thinks I'm Zany

Taurus is my Zodiac

Zenith my television

I guess I better zip this up

And go listen to Led Zeppelin

LOL what ?? you all know we are a bit nutty !

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J&B

Today is H

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Happy Husband

He is the rock I lean on
He is the fix-it man
He is sweet kisses, always
He is my happy husband

He is a hardy laugher
He is my best friend
He is a good dancer
He is my happy husband

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JL&B

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

8. Turn your paper so that it’s in the landscape position. Write a poem about God or the universe or the horizon of the ocean with longer lines and see what happens... OK how exactly do we do this???? LOL ... OURS IS...

upon the horizon where the sun sets in gold,
near the edge of the universe, where God is we're told,
in oceans of blue and stardust of light, the moon is rising with all of his might,
and as the Earth turns from the shade of the sun, leading the way to our beloved one, we sleep in our awareness, allowing time to fade,
hoping we find one more day we can trade
for the moment of life times to share when we're old,
upon the horizon where the sun sets in gold.

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We want to thank Deirdra Eden-Coppel for our very first award .... how exciting !!

Today is G

GRANDMA WAS A GARDENER

(guess you saw this one coming)

Gardens overflowed at my Grandma's place

her love of each flower showed on her face

in each she could see the beauty and grace

 she loved to see Sweet pea vines interlace 

Many a flower were fair by her growing

her delicate touch she was always bestowing

I learned much while her knowledge was showing

I hear her voice in the soft wind blowing

Advice she passed down when I was a child

into my memories they are filed

with old fashioned words soft and mild

the way that she looked as she cracked a smile

'A green thumb is grown like plants in the yard'

'to nurture and grow you have to work hard'

'of mite and snail you must keep guard

if not your flowers growth will retard'

although I pulled more than just weeds back then

it seemed never to raise her adrenalin

she'd put them in a bucket giving a grin

and her poor flowers were planted once again

Grandma was a gardener without a doubt

she knew each flower as they popped out

that's how my green thumb came about

she planted the seed, I am the sprout

Miss you Grandma !!

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JL&B

NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

7. Find a favorite recipe. Now write a poem inspired or in the style of that recipe about a family secret, yours or someone else’s... OURS IS ...

Family Secrets

(breaking the hold)

Molded in fashion

iced to keep

seep in many fears

to eat while you sleep

Take a grain of knowledge

add a pinch of  mistrust

drop in some tears

bits of regret are a must

fold in some years

to fester and mourn

add those days you

wish you weren't born

keep old wounds

open and sore

observe how they make

you grieve even more

Now take a moment

to see what you learn

the mess that makes

each cried tear burn

open the closet where

these secret are kept

let them be broken

have no more contact

burn them to ashes

move on with your life

and those festering secrets

will no more bring you strife

YEP...  all gone !!
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Today is F

Today we are going off the usual poetry and sharing a short story... a sentence starts the story prompt using the line THE DOOR WAS CLOSED...ENJOY !

 

 

FINALLY FREE

 

The door was closed. That wasn't stopping him though; he blew through it like it wasn't even there. Anger does that, gives an adrenaline rush that even the best drugs can't compete with. He wasn't a very big man, five-foot-ten one-hundred-ninety pounds, but he had the strength of a gorilla when he was angry. She stood in the closet of the tiny bedroom, hoping the open window would make him think she had escaped through it. She held her breath as he passed by the closet and stuck his head out of the window, cursing aloud and banging his hands on the windowsill. He rushed out of the room, and she slowly let her breath out.

When she heard the door to the house slam shut, it sent shivers up her spine. She had made it through this one with out as much as a scrape, so far at least. Now comes the hard part, actually getting away. She opened the closet and walked over to the window, giving a quick look out to make sure it was safe. Seeing nothing out there she headed for the front door, picking up her purse and keys along the way. As she reached for the door, she stopped dead in her tracks. Someone was out there. She saw the shadow pass as he walked up to the door. So she turned the deadbolt instead and the other three locks on the door, hoping it would give her a little time. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed 911. The operator came on just as the living room window exploded towards her. Shards of glass flew everywhere as she did a duck-and-run maneuver and headed for the open window in the bedroom.

The 911 operator was on the job and was already calling for back up, asking over and over if the caller was okay.

"Hello caller... Are you still there? I have the police on the line, can you give me your address...caller....caller?"
"There's a man with a gun. He's breaking into my house..." She spewed out an address. Not the one she was just at, but the one she memorized, just in case this had ever happened.

Knowing this route like the back of her hand, she ran at full speed, not looking back even once. She could feel him behind her, and he was catching up. She hoped that she would be able to make it to the safe house before he caught up to her. She turned the corner and started hitting a button on her key ring. A door three houses down popped open. She pushed herself a little harder to open the distance between her and the man chasing her. She made it through the door and quickly put all the locks in place. She went to the jacket closet in the entry way and flung open the door. She pushed the coats aside and found the button on the back of the wall. When she pushed it, the wall opened up to show a stash of weapons. She grabbed the Colt .45 and the clip and snapped them together. She ran to the safety point she had set up, tucked herself in and waited for the worst.

He tried the door first and then another window crashed open. She took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself, like the instructors at the shooting range had taught her. It seemed like an impossible task, because her breath could not be caught, and her heart was beating so fast it exploded in her head.
'Point and shoot, keep your eyes open, look at what you are shooting, point and shoot'.... She kept repeating the mantra over and over. It did little to calm her though, her hands were shaking and she was more scared than she could imagine.

He had broken the window out with a potted plant that was on the porch. Now he was climbing through the broken window, pushing the curtains aside and looking into the dark room. He could see her in the corner tucked in behind the overturned 4" thick oak table. She had him dead in her sights, slowing her breath to take the shot if necessary.

Then it was as if time itself had slowed. Things happened in a snapshot fashion. He raised the gun he held, pointing it in her direction. As she raised hers, he pulled his trigger, but he missed her as the bullets penetrated the oak table she had placed as protection in front of her. Three more shots rang out in the room. None of them hit her, or came from her. Her assailant fell to the floor, gasping for breath and spilling his life all over the carpet beneath him.

The officers were in the house now. They kept repeating for her to drop the gun. She did as they instructed, putting her hands up over her head. One of the cops slowly approached her. She couldn't hear much. The shots were still ringing in her ears. A cop was wiping her assailant's blood off her face. He kept asking her if she was hit, but it felt like a dream she was trying to wake up from, and wasn't sure herself if she was hit or not.

After she was given a good looking over from the EMT, she was placed in the patrol car and taken to the station. They asked her what seemed like a million questions and then released her. As she was leaving the station, the officer that shot her assailant put her coat over her shoulders. He reassured her that he would be there if she ever needed someone to talk to. She thanked him again for coming to her rescue.

As she walked away, she realized that she finally felt safe for the first time since her ex-husband vowed to kill her or die trying. Smiling, she thought, At least that was a vow he kept.

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NaPoWriMo: 30 NEW Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

6. Write a poem in two sections about two completely different things. Have the title link both items today in a surprising way.( Just when I thought they were easy...LOL) OURS IS...

Salt and Pepper

Sweat trickles down the nape
your touch working its magic
I taste the salt as I gently bite
my tongue blazing with flavor

Tires screeched turning the corner
making the gravel loosen,
deeply sighing to myself
I watch it pepper my car


Hope this is what they have in mind.... Really have to thank my friend Lisa for the way she inspired us today !

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