It’s been a while since I have done one of these but thought it was a good time to do a poetic collaboration on things that make us happy. Could be a piece of toast, a beautiful day or a kind gesture…I think we need to see more of these during these times…
If you are new to my blog you can see an example of a previous collaboration via this link. Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they are posted. You can post your piece in the comment, please ensure to post the actual text not just a link in order to be considered. You can post multiple times. Hateful language will not be tolerated and will be promptly removed if posted. The collaboration will be open until 10 pm MST April 30, 2022. As usual, I will start it off, and I hope many of you will join me in making this yet another beautiful collaborative effort!
And the daydreamer, followed her dreams, in the open roads, of spring. poetry copyright neha 2022
Blossoms bend their heads in the breeze moving through this meadow.
It has been a while since I have done a collaboration … I love doing these with the poets and creative minds of this community and I hope you will all join me in this project. Please ensure to include your name and/or blog url to be included. Also, any hateful or vulgar comment will be deleted. You can add your addition in the comments and I will add each verse in the order they come in the comments. I will include your name and/or blog url after your contribution. This is great way for new and seasoned bloggers to collaborate together. If you are new to my collaborations you can see an example via this link. This will open until December 21, 2019 at which point I will close the comments. Without much further adieu, I will start us off…
When the sun rises, let dreams bloom on forgotten meadows
This is just a friendly reminder that my newest collaboration will close on June 30, 2018. Please follow this link for further instructions and post your contributions to the original piece as indicated. Comments will be closed on this post but is open in the original contribution so click on the above link. I am loving all the additions so far and hope more of you can join in!
As we wrap up spring and head towards summer, I thought I would do another collaboration. We all have times when we wish for one more moment, one more second, one more song, just once more and this collaboration is on that theme. If you haven’t participated in any of my previous collaborations before, you can see an example via this link. Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they are posted. You can post your piece in the comment, please ensure to post the actual text not just a link in order to be considered. You can post multiple times. Hateful language will not be tolerated and will be promptly removed if posted. The collaboration will be open until 10 pm MST June 30, 2018. As usual, I will start it off, and I hope many of you will join me in making this yet another beautiful collaborative effort!
When the moon hangs low, And you let go, of the restraints in the heart… finding magic, in the distant glow
of the stars,
lost in nostalgia, once more.
Hold me closer once again, gently wrapped in your embrace, under the starry sky where once we stood enchanted by the playful tunes of spring music and the soulful rhythm of oceanic waves. Let’s once again, delve into the rhymes of oneness and warmth, for in poetry we will rediscover the lost fragments of our love — a love that is sealed for eternity.
When there is plenty of time Who cares about a minute But how precious is a single moment An embrace Another touch of a hand Only one more kiss When the one you love is out of sight And there is plenty of time Between the both of you
I’d like to hold on This moment When you wake up and smile When your skin touch my skin When your sleepy eyes find it hard To adjust to daylight When you rest between my arms Peaceful, serene and calm I’d like to hold on These precious minutes Mother and son bonding time
When you bath in that silvery moonlight it slowly imbues you with its ambrosial touch so divine when all the pain and anguish get stripped off from your soul you are again born as nubile once more
Does she know How lucky she is To be loved by a man More gentle, more compassionate, more selfless Than any man born of woman— Does she know? Can she see What he endures at her hand— Apathy, neglect, ingratitude, Assuming he will always be there for her? And he will Because he loves her With a love she does not deserve. Does she know?
Does she know How much I love him, And how I long once more to stand Before him, take him in my arms at last, and fill the void, Make him the center of my universe— Does she know? Would she change if she could see How she has left him unprotected? Though he never will betray her, Nor could I demand it of him, For to yield to selfish pleasures Would be to fail. Love never fails. Does she know?
I just wanted a place to stay And when i rethink of it i never chose to stay here with you You are still my favorite human and i still try to show you even when you leave me outside without a warm blanket in the rain
If i could change things i would be in that chair beside the chimney I would stand on my back hinds and talk superiorly If i could change things i would leave you to starve when i get drunk and angry I would stop cleaning your pen at will
If i could change things i would sell your babies or kill them for my meal daily I would make you feel what i feel when i know the slaughtere’s car is the one waiting for me If i could change things i would call you names when you hurt me mistakenly I would raise that whip, make you cry and obey me submissively I would cage you, separate you from your family You would know what it is to be called Animal
poetry copyright Winniefred Frederica Gbemuotor
EVERYDAY IS A DIFFERENT DAY
The sun rise every day, the sun sets everyday we wake up every day, we sleep everyday everyday is a different day but there’s so many of similarities in everyday every day we breath, every day we cease every day we please we please to get what we need, to do what we want we fight every day from the world, from ourselves sometimes we accentuate ourselves sometimes we conceal ourselves it’s a long road, we could win, we could loose increment and decrement can happen everyday and every day we are different we are something which we had never been we have what we didn’t have from the sunlight to moonlight maybe, the breeze blows us away everyday we do so much similar but we are different everyday everyday is a different day
The wind blowing my hair, caressing my red blemishes. The sun making me squint my eyes, making me yearn for my cat-shaped shades. The rustle of leaves, the pile of brown leaves, which gets grind by my cycle wheels. The chirping of sparrows and the occasional birds that take flight in front of my eyes. Once more, I stand in the middle of it all, to take it all in with peace and glint in the eyes.
And here is the complete collaboration…Thank you to everyone who joined ” On The Way”! Your contributions were beautiful additions that added character to this piece…Please click on original to read the entire post! 🙂
I invite you all to my brand new poetic collaboration, On The Way. You can write anything that is inspired by the prompt, I am only accepting new poetry at this time. Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they come and list the author (and blog link if listed) beneath the post. You may contribute as many times as you wish. Please note that hateful language is not acceptable and I will remove any post I find inappropriate. If you want to see a previous example of my collaborations you can visit here. Please add your contributions in the comment section. Please include the actual verse not just the blog link in order to be considered. The collaboration will be open until December 11, 2017 until 11:59 pm E.S.T. Thank you all! So without further…
The “Letting Go” Collaboration will end on September 30, 2017. This is Your Chance to be part of this beautiful creation…love what we have so far. To join in please click on this original post and follow the guidelines.
Thank you all and hope you are enjoying your beautiful first fall weekend!
It has been a while since I have done a poetic collaboration and I thought with fall approaching soon this would be a great time to do one. The theme of this collaboration is ‘letting go’ ( letting go of a person, season, loss, grief, dreams, anger, hate or any other emotion or object that you may choose to write about). Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they come and list the author (and blog link if listed) beneath the post. You may contribute as many times as you wish. Please note that hateful language is not acceptable and I will remove any post I find inappropriate. If you want to see a previous example of my collaborations you can visit here. Please add your contributions in the comment section. Please include the actual verse not just the blog link in order to be considered. The collaboration will be open until September 30, 2017 until 11:59 pm E.S.T. Thank you all! So without further ado, I will start us off and hope to see you all join me in creating another beautiful, creative, collaborative, piece!
Her eyes followed the white tipped waves to shore Her heart heavy with the sweet ache of letting go As she watched the sun set with all its warmth
heat rising through my body like an angry tide waves of anger drown out all thoughts softly a whisper comes about letting go allow the tides of life to pass gracefully deep love anchors me to eternal peace
Not a day goes by without me thinking of you, Not a day passes without my wondering, Not a day dies before I die again inside, Yet, today, there are no more days.
Letting go of you….. Everything you are to me…. Even when you are too far away to be seen…. Even when I realize the deep fact, that you don’t even know I exist….. That you may have seen me once or twice, But not for long enough or close enough to notice…. Though I did. And I clearly have in my mind, Every single picture of your’s I captured with my eye.. And now its been almost a decade,but I am still not ready to leave them all behind…. And now I know, letting go of you and your memories, Is as impossible as, breathing OUT oxygen, every last bit of it, from my veins and arteries…..
Yonder in the horizon the sun set… The clouds they bade farewell to older lands… Into the oblivion, forlorn I stared… Standing firm.., yet with trembling hands.
Into the misty gray you walked.. My soul it howled a silent wail… The heart though it ached for your love These eyes they said no word without fail.
The lights are out…darkness shrouds Shadows play a mocking game… As fingers flip through torn notes… I knew ’tis the time to wipe your name.
No words uttered… no expectations I knew ’twas the time to let go… No hard feelings… all are forgiven… Our story is history.. it happened long ago.
There were these children who pretended to be adults, fighting for good against the forces of evil. Inspired by animated films that focused on this ancient struggle, these adults, these children in disguise, were transformed into cute animals, anthropomorphic, pure of heart, ready to suffer the ultimate sacrifice if it means a happy ending. As long as good wins against evil, they can sleep soundly. The world can be full of loss, but the balance is there. There will be justice for all, everything will be alright. There is a life we fight for, and when that ends, we will go to heaven, celebrating eternity with the ones we love.
This is what these children believed, they acted this out, wearing their parents kimono’s, using sticks as samurai swords. One of these boys played this game devoutly, he was going to save the world. His grandmother told them stories about this great war, the unfathomable death toll, piles of corpses, buildings made for death. Desperate men crying out for their mothers, crying out for their dreams of childhood: a universe that balances itself out, a universe that punishes the wicked and rewards the good. And it’s then that this child started wondering about those who died so that this narrative could linger: the heroes who never had a chance to dream, heroes without luck, heroes too weak or too good to kill without hesitation or guilt. It then dawned on him these were childlike fantasies, something to make us sleep better at night. This cosmic battle of good versus evil, belongs to man alone, the great cost of life, is ours to make sense off. But it won’t make anybody come back, and nobody will be waiting for us, none of the dead will forgive us. the great cost is only ours to bear. And what about the universe? The Universe can’t be bothered.
This realization made the child cry, when he wiped away his tears, a process that took years, he became an adult. He continued the fight against evil, playing by different rules, wearing a army-uniform instead of kimono’s, wielding military-grade weaponry instead of fake samurai swords. He would get ready for that great war that would come again, he could either die so that others could dream, or live so he could be inspired by those who died for this dream. But sometimes he couldn’t help himself: sometimes he just wanted to play with fake samurai swords again. And when his platoon wasn’t looking; he pretended to be that child pretending to be an adult. He knew that when the time came, he had to let this go, but for now, while no one was looking, he was winning the fight against evil, and sometimes he would lose but the universe would balance itself out, he would see his fallen friends in heaven, they would wait for him, salute him on arrival. He would sleep soundly those nights and all his dreams would have a happy ending.
A man goes for a late-night ride on his motorcycle on his way into town. On the way there, he is approached by another man wearing white shoes. White shoes asks motorcycle man, “Are you ready to go?” “No,” motorcycle man replies, “I have so much to do, and it’s late. My son starts his first day of fifth grade tomorrow. I don’t want to sleep through it. I need to tell him I love him and that he’s going to do great things and make lots of friends in school. I need to kiss my wife goodnight before she falls asleep and remind her how important she is to me so she has pleasant dreams. I need to tuck in my baby and sing him to sleep so that he grows up knowing I’ll be his stronghold. I’m sorry, it’s just too late in the evening for this. Can we do this another time?” White shoes smiles and looks at him patiently. His expression was so full of peace, but he insisted, “We’re going to do great things, you and me. I don’t think you or anyone else understands. Maybe they never will. But we need to go now.” “May I at least call my friend and tell him where I am first? He’s waiting for my call, but I have bad reception at my house. I need to make sure we have a good laugh so we can each go to sleep with smiles on our faces.” “I’m sorry, I can’t allow it. We don’t have much time left, and in the grand scheme of things, it’ll only take a moment.” “But why not? I don’t think you realize what this means to me! Please, just let me have this night. I have responsibilities! I have commitments! I have planning to do and the world to see!” White shoes’ expression softened, “If I show you a glimpse into the outcome, will you consider going with me?” “Perhaps, but I’m not making any promises.” White shoes wrapped his arm around motorcycle man’s shoulder. Together, they saw the future. There was so much pain, but so many miracles along the way as well. Motorcycle man’s sons grew up strong and loving like he was. Their mom told them stories about how incredible motorcycle man was- how they fell in love, and for every ounce of strength, there were two ounces of tenderness. She would never love the same way again, but she did love more fiercely all those around her, especially her sons. Motorcycle man’s friends got together frequently. At first, it was to comfort one another, but then they started laughing about all the amazing memories they made. Each of his friends changed their lives to be a bit more like him. One became a strong husband to his wife. Another learned how to fix up old cars and motorcycles and eventually drove the same kind motorcycle man was driving. And still another friend held stronger to his convictions than he ever had before. All of them increased in integrity. Everyone who heard motorcycle man’s story was deeply touched, and amazed at how he inspired so much love, courage, boldness, and kindness. “Okay,” he finally said, “I get it now. I don’t like it, and I know you know they won’t approve, but you’re right. We’re going to do a lot of great things together, you and me. It might be late and the time inopportune, but the time is now. It just doesn’t make any sense putting this off.” Together, broad shouldered and proud, white shoes and motorcycle man walked the rest of the trail together, leaving the motorcycle in the middle of the road. Motorcycle man left his silhouette there, next to the bike. The story isn’t over, and I’m not sure the pain will ever leave, but I know that someday, it will all make sense.
I was designed for a shimmer in blue for a merry sailor tune for all of the things that titillate you I can see the wide open sea the salt air breeze like a veil and ring like my bride to be and so I ebb and flow I ne’er let go let the words sing into an ocean throe. Now my heart throbs and floats and bobs as I ask the cob why roots start growing where there’s a meal on the hob. He looks at me with a tear in his eye he says to me that he learned to fly on a warm, summer day with a clear blue sky but for every memory adventures bring you never forget your first goodbye.
Letting go? How was that supposed to happen, exactly? You were the air, and my lungs… not just the blood flowing through, but my veins, too. Just, how was that going to change?
How could you just walk away? I mean, you shared my hopes, my dreams, my life. You?! My inspiration, my passion, my wife. Was everything just… nothing to you? If so, what am I supposed to do?
Letting go? Wouldn’t it be easier for blue to become black; the sun, turn into the moon; the stars, be the sand on the shores… I, I could never let you go…
Until I did… You didn’t’t really give me a choice. The pain was excruciating, and my path, my path was dreary; but I’m, I’m so much the better for it, that much’s abundantly clear. And I owe it all to you my dear; for walking away, and never shedding a tear.
I am in a season of change, Letting go of pieces of me That don’t fit anymore, Making room for new ones That I pick up along the way My path of self-discovery. In this journey I have collected Rocks of courage, Of strength, Of determination To help me find the me That has been buried In the chaos of life Yet was always there Waiting for the right time To blossom in the process of Letting go.
Can I ever let go of your touch? At night, I dream of your fingers. I can’t believe I miss you so much. Your strokes through my hair still linger.
Can I ever let go of your eyes? With great pride, you watched me grow. I dearly pray for one last surprise. You to return to me, I know.
I know my prayers won’t be answered. My wishes never come true. But I still have hopes to be answered. And one day to see you too.
Can I ever let go of your humor? Your wit and jokes had lightened my days. I know this is much more than a rumor That I’ll never have you brighten my days.
Days keep on passing. But life must go on. My heart is fasting Each day it beats on.
Can I ever let go of you? To my dearest, older brother, My answer is a ‘no’ to you. You weren’t only my brother.
You helped my mother to raise me. You provided light for her blind eyes. You’ll always be the best of me. Until the day, I close my own eyes.
Release the world, The hold of its illusions Weighs the heart. Sensory deception… Filtered impressions Conditioned, react Like clockwork; Predictably bland. Embrace the child Who sleeps within, Forgotten emissary Of untramelled joy… Wake her to laughter And the dawn of Life.
I — Have another secret to tell you: That I once ran through a bookstore And saw an untitled book. I hesitated once to buy it, For who would even read such story? But still, I went to the counter Paid for it And told the lady That I will be extending this story Of you and me. Hoping that someday Our names would be on its covers. Our story will continue until the ink Blotches on the pages. And our story would not remain…
They are in no particular order, I will do 10 at a time for each list…Please visit them for some beautiful writing that will make your hearts bloom this season.
Spring Poet List 2
https://katzpyjamas.wordpress.com/ – I have been following Marla for a while now on twitter and have been in awe of her poetry since day 1! I highly recommend everyone checking out her beautiful work.
https://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/ – Jonathan is a great writer and friend whose work will leave you inspired. He is an artist through and through and I definitely recommend visiting his blog.
https://ramblingsfromjewels.wordpress.com/ – I love Julie’s gentle and serene poetry. Her words capture the beauty of nature along with her lovely photos… She is another friend whom I highly recommend.
https://peerlesscynic.wordpress.com/ – Another writer whose muse will make you appreciate poetry and nature all the more. Please do visit this blog!
https://bjgaulton.wordpress.com/ – Blair is a great poet whose poetry connects with the reader. He has a wide variety of topics and style and I recommend my readers to visit his blog.
https://tylerpedersen02.wordpress.com/ – I have been following Tyler’s beautiful poetry and photography since my early days of blogging and have always been a fan of his work. Please do visit his blog if you haven’t already!
https://jacquelinenashpoetry.wordpress.com/ – Jacqueline is a wonderful poet and writer whose words will move you. She is currently going through some very challenging circumstances that you will read about in her blog. I highly recommend you visit her and I hope she is back soon!
https://booknvolume.com/ – I am a huge fan of Morgan’s poetry and I strongly encourage everyone to read her work if you haven’t already. She has a magical touch that will make your imagination soar.
https://zipsrid.wordpress.com/ – Kim is another poet whose work I greatly admire! Her writing is flawless and full of beautiful imagery that makes her poetry all the more amazing! Please do visit her blog!
https://erikakind.wordpress.com/ – Erika is a published author and friend who writes beautiful poetry. Her daily kind quotes will leave you inspired and coming back to her wonderful blog. Another writer I highly recommend.
I will be honest, I was a bit hesitant to do this tour when Belsbor first told me about this…the reason was, I did not quite know if there was any process to my writing and if I could do justice to this tour; however, after giving it some thought, I came to a conclusion that this was unique and something I had not done before, so getting out of my comfort zone, I was honoured and grateful to accept this from Belsbor. You can see his Virtual Blog Tour (VBT) Here: http://belsbror.wordpress.com/2014/06/16/genuine-gems/
Belsbor is a versatile blogger, showcasing posts ranging from poetry, to short stories and life events. He is also a great influence and a motivator for new, experienced and somewhere in between bloggers (like myself) here at wordpress. If you have not seen his blog yet, I suggest you do so now as you are certainly missing out!
Now on to the Stars of this Tour! It was hard for me to pick three as this community is filled with so many of you, it is like watching the night sky! But as per requirement here are three amazing bloggers who I am so honoured to feature today! They are indeed stars in all aspects spreading their light and message through each post in their blogs. They lift your heart up with beautiful words for the soul, and connect with you in the day to day aspect of life, so you never feel alone.
The Stars
Original Dante:If you want to read poetry and creative pieces that is meaningful and always evokes emotion from the heart, this blog is the place to be. I admire each post and writing in this blog and he definitely holds true to his words that he says about himself in his about page ” I promised myself, never to publish half-baked pieces of writing, only my best; striving for the original. Stick around, I’ll make it worth your while.” – And he does. His work is inspiring, genuine and he always makes it worth while .
Rcrate: Rose’s poetry will touch your heart in the most beautiful way. Her simple yet genuine writing will make your heart smile and fall in love with her poetry. She states: ” I’ve always had a love of poetry and a great appreciation for 19th century literature. ” And her love and appreciation comes forth in her work. Her short pieces connects with the reader in the most gentle way, and she is definitely a poet who inspires me. I highly recommend everyone to check out her lovely blog and writing.
Ronovanwrites:Ron is an author and a versatile blogger whom I have come to admire as someone who can connect with his audience at a personal level through the content of his posts. He is very informative and I encourage all bloggers (especially new ones) to visit his blogs for some great tips and links for writing, and to get some great encouragement. His writing is genuine, he states , “I want to share my world as I rediscover it after having lost part of it not long ago in a mind jarring way”, and though it is sad to learn that he had to go through that experience, I am glad we get to to see the world he shares through his blog, as it is indeed memorable.
The Journey
Now, back to questions on my writing process which I will try to answer the best I can. 🙂
1.) What am I working on?
At this point, as some of you may know from my previous posts that I am a bit busy so not really working on anything… But I am very spontaneous when it comes to writing, if the idea arrives it has to be written or I will not be able to sleep – literally! Most of the poetry I have posted on this blog has been a result of spontaneous combustion 😀 . I have also been working on some long term projects of various fiction that are on hold for the moment.
2.) How does my work differ from others of each genre? & 3.) Why Do I create what I do?
I feel my writing is more simple than the other creative minds of this genre. I write with both my heart and mind and I hope to connect with my audience in both places. I do not know if that makes me different… I write because I love to write and my spirits are boosted when I connect with my readers through my writing.
4.) How does your writing creative process work?
As I said my writing is very spontaneous, I am constantly inspired by nature, by my loved ones, music and on occasions by sorrow I see or feel around me. I am empathetic by nature ( I think most writers and artists are), and a lot of my writing is also inspired through that. I detest editing. Almost all of my poetry is the very first draft that I write. I feel you are in that moment once and changing it would change the feeling you had when you first wrote it. It does not mean I have not played around with some words and edited any of my pieces, I have, but for the most part they have been the first draft. As for my fiction, I grudgingly take on the editing aspect. 😀 I admire creative minds as they inspire me a great deal, and I am truly blessed to be surrounded by so many of them here in this community as well as in my personal life.
That is all folks!
Thank you all for taking the time to read this VBT, I hope you visit each of the stars and see their amazing work! Thanks again to Belsbor for the opportunity! Have a great day everyone!
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