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“Life, Love, Liberty”
Freedom
Freedom is to be who you are without being ashamed
Freedom is to love someone without being blamed
Freedom is to walk home in the dark without being raped
Freedom is to say your thoughts out loud without being hated
Freedom is to choose whether you turn left or right
Freedom is to surrender without a fight
Freedom is,
To be who you are
Where you are
When you are
Let no one
Tell you differently
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“I need camouflage
that works in such a way
that when I wear it,
you disappear.”
Jarod Kintz
Camouflage
I need a good disguise
I really need to hide
From the prying eyes
So very hard I tried
To fit in the system
Trying each position
But now the resistance
Almost my mission
Is to get away
To disappear
I know it’s a cliche
I am facing
The final frontier
My heart racing
I am finally fading
My shell visible
Slowly trading
Becoming invisible
My camouflage
Now complete
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“A poem a day,
keeps the head doctor at bay”
Gun Roswell
Poem a Day for Throwback Thursday, Part One
This weeks TBT is dedicated to poetry:
Enjoy these gems from the archives!
Farewell
Graffiti Porvoo Style
Camouflage
Beloved
Upside Down or Opposite Day
Freedom
Posted in WordPress Course: WP Writing: Intro to Poetry
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Day Six: Screen
You’re reading these words on a screen. Screens — comforting, addictive, inescapable — are everywhere, especially when we read and write (and blog). Today, write a poem about, against, or in homage to the screens in your life. Or write about some other kind of screen — for example, the one stretched across your window, or the piece of cloth on which movies are projected at the theater.
“We made the buttons on the screen look so good you’ll want to lick them” Steve Jobs
Twin Screens
My confession
My obsession
My precious
My life essence
Sitting on the table
I really cannot lable
This is no fable
Or maybe
I am just, unstable
My two Macs
Nothing do they lack
No time do I track
Even by their side
Do I snack
Breaking away
Keeping them at bay
There’ll come a day,
But for now
I choose to stay
They give me all
With them,
Life’s a ball
Some might say
I stall
World wide
Do I glide
Virtually mind!
Maybe I just hide
Maybe I am tied
My Macs
The two of them
Now packed
Time to hit the road
Jack
Dear Reader
This was a tale of humour
Somewhat of a rumour
A tale told by the weaver
Maybe, I actually did more
And myself away tore
Just before
I got too hooked
And started reading a book
Instead
Posted in WordPress Course: WP Writing: Intro to Poetry
Photography /Poetry
Day Five_ Imperfect
* We find faults in ourselves, in others, and in the world around us all the time. Today, write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something, whether you accept these imperfections or complain about them, try to fix them or celebrate them.
“Me, myself and I”
Imperfect Me
Past tense
Imperfect
Useless to object
The mirror
Truth reflects
Between tenses
Hiding
In the shadows
Finding
My own place
Dark images
Hiding blemishes
Trying to be
Perfect me
Present tense
Imperfect me
Exists
In the daylight
Also
Accepted
I am
Imperfect
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Photography /Poetry
Day Four_ Journey
* Today, write a poem about a journey. You could channel your excitement about a trip you’re about to embark on (or just returned from), comment on the mental progress you witnessed someone make, or focus on the struggles, pleasures, and extreme emotions that travel can bring about.
* Enhance your poem with a simile if you’d like — it’s a common poetic device that uses words like “as” or “like” to show similarity between two unconnected concepts.
“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love” Ernest Hemingway
A Journey to the Island
The long trip survived
We had finally arrived
For long the journey
Had been planned
Sometimes with moods of stormy
With many a doors slammed
But now, as I am sitting
A view in front of me fitting
My mood is calmer than the sea
And intentions anything but flee
We had finally arrived
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