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What is it with the weather
So unpredictable as ever
What is it with the whether
Whether we do this or that
To wear a sweater or a hat
Or where we should go
Or stay, either way we pay
Whether you go bare
Or get eaten by a bear
I could not bare it anymore
Can you tell a rabbit from a hare
Maybe just a difference of a hair
There is a place
Their is someone else
They're is a complication of a contraction
For, four, fore oh the language of confusion
Understanding would be an intrusion
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My sight is slowly going away
Things in the shadow stays there
Unseen
Small print are the worst
Ignore at your own peril
Magnifying glass is required reading
Things look blurry
But i strain to see anyway
They say I will be blind someday
But not this day
I collect data for now
For future reference
But
For now
I want
To collect
Memories
Things
To
View
In
The
Dark
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She sleeps in my arms
Like the baby she is..,
She falls asleep easily
To my singing of childrens hymns
She is my little angel
In a long line of angels
Who visits me from time to time
I always surrounded by Angels
I guess the Lord thinks i needed the help
He'd be right you know
I need the over flow of His love
Which pours down through them to me
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Good night to the right
Good night to the day
Of this day, I can take no more
I'm leaving on night wings
I'll be back when morning sings
©joan53 -
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Wasted Priority
E-nergy, intelligence
N-othing in this world
E-ver can derail us
R-allying together
G-aining the discipline
Y-elling into eternity
I-n every situation
N-o one needs to suffer
T-he art of healing
E-ven travel to Mars be possible
L-onging for priority
L-et the ways of killing cease
I-n every instance power and wealth
G-ear up for the greater good
E-very good cause prioritize
Never let disease pass by
C-ure it
E-lect to cure, to protect, to explore
If all our energy should be redirected
Away from weapons, violence, and hatred
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Of Angels and Bullies
Bulling is a cowardly act
The weak preying upon the strong
Their anorexic thinking sees it the other way
But how hard for them to see
How hard for them to feel
Emotions magnified in hate
Towards those they cant relate
Parents who do not see
The demon inside their angels
And others who turn a blinds eye
God tests His children, you see,
To make His children see their weakness
He tests their hearts, their minds, their souls
Though He already knows
Hardheads has to see it for themselves
If by chance to change their hearts
His angel warriors come down
Disguised in many ways
I pray for the ministering angels
To bless those that suffer by the hands of bullies
And the eyes of the bullies be opened
And discover their hearts are of more value than brains
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Ars Poetica
Poetry is like the flowing of a stream
Like a flowing river of red hot lava
Interspersed with flying volcanic bombs
That explodes into understanding
Or like a river of slushy icy flows
Numbing all it touches or it ever knew
Sending brinicles reaching down into the deep abyss
Freezing the pain in the flow of time
To be examined by some future archeologist
Or some armchair psychologist
Poetry is gentle as a butterfly
Floating down upon a flower
And as warm as young love
That blooms into song
On the first day of spring
Poetry is the art of emotion manifesting
In the fluidity of images
Created by words that forever
Flows from eternal beings
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A Choice World:
A world of choices
In this world
There's only two forces
God and the Devil
God has many names
So does the Devil
God is the God of love, truth, choice, and gave us rules to live by
Devil is the father of all lies, hate,
Violence, force, breaking of rules
The world has many religions
Beliefs same and different
God hates the insincerity of men
No man can be forced to heaven
Each must choose for himself
Each must not fight over religion
Fighting does not prove right
The Devil raises up mists of darkness
To blinds men's minds into acts of violence
Men need to live in love, respect, and peace
Not act the tyrant, who is weak, prone to violence
©joan53 -
Prayer4Mirakeeians
Dear God above
Heavenly Father of us all
I thank thee for thy love
That is showered upon us all
Especially when we fall
I pray that thee would wrap thy arms
Around those who hurt today
And those who are in harm's way
Give strength, give encouragement
Disarm the angry, heal the pain
Give to the confused, discernment
That their path they can obtain
Help us dear Lord to care, to love
And especially to learn to rise above
Love,
You Loving Daughter
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Too much pain in the world
Too much darkness in the world
Do not let it dwell in you
Do not let it in
Baracade
Let light come into your mind
Let love come into your heart
Let your light so shine in you
Let your love grow too
Blowtorch
©joan53
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Read MoreWeekend Funday MeMe Challenge : 22nd February 2020
Today let your thoughts fill the given picture with a hilarious Meme.
Tag and share #meme54_wt
You can even write in the language known to you. Do translate the writeup in English language (in caption) for readers to read and appreciate your writeups.
Our Take : " Ohh it's exam time, let me see how far I have studied"☺
PC : Google
This challenge and use of picture is only for writing purpose.
Team Writerstolli
www.writerstolli.com.
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eniim_allo
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#pica_feeling_travel
#ceesreposts
#picture_prompt_challenge
#writerstolli
Fly, fly beyond the sky
One day I will buy
Over the mountains
You go why?
You go beyond the star
And make yourself untie
I will meet you there
You are my Avatar.
You fly freely
Without delay
Stay there merrily
You will be my way.Beyond the Sky
©eniim_allo
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Today's Challenge : 20th February 2020
"Ars Poetica" (Latin for "The Art of Poetry") is a lyric poem of twenty-four lines. It describes the qualities a poem should have if it is to stand as a work of art.
An Ars Poetica poem is a poem examining the role of poets themselves as subject, their relationships to the poem, and the act of writing.
Today write an ARS POETICA
Challenge hastag #arspoetica_wt
Reference: Ars Poetica
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
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A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.
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A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea
A poem should not mean
But be.
By Archibald MacLeish
You can even write in the language known to you. Do translate the writeup in English language for readers to read and appreciate your writeups.
Use #writerstolli in caption for your general write-ups to be viewed.
WriterstolliToday write an ARS POETICA
Challenge hastag #arspoetica_wt -
Before I'm left in the devil's arm
Let me smoke my last cigarette
Let me play my cards just right
take one final gaze of the moon
Read the final chapter of my book
Please before you reap my soul☠
Let me take my final breaths
©poeticlycan101 -
It is cold and dry
Yet I see a fighter
One single blade of grass
In a field full of sleet
Maybe just maybe
I could be a fighter too
©poeticlycan101 -
ira_neer
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Read More#mirakee #writersnetwork #writerstolli #pod #julietscorner @writersnetwork @writerstolli @mirakee
⚫Not exactly a quinzaine poem. But I've used the 7/5/3 syllable poem format.Mind's world
I've created a world
Very beautiful
In my mind
Where women are respected
And equal to men
Unshackled
Flying with wings unbroken
Soaring high with joy
Without fear
Where gender doesn't matter
and equality
Is the tsar
Where words like misogyny
and feminism
don't exist
I've created a world
Very beautiful
In my mind
©ira_neer -
writerstolli
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Today's Challenge : 19th February 2020
Today on this day Sir.Edison was granted the patent of gramophone. These days, a gramophone is a real antique. A gramophone is an old type of record player. It changed everything in our life, giving music through cassette player, CD player, or MP3 player to iPod.
Today write an ODE TO MUSIC
Challenge hastag #music_wt
Reference: Ode to Music
The flawless way music flows through air and the
effortless way it touches every soul,
music is a blessing from the gods.
Its subtle yet strong power more heavenly
than anything else on earth.
The words of music inspire people to be greater, to
reach for something more, and to believe in the impossible.
You say music exists only in instruments and voices,
and I say music exists in everything.
It is in every hit, stomp, tap, and pop.
It can be found in the whisper of the wind,
in myriad raindrops, in the laughter of children
and in the rhythmic beating of a heart.
by Surya
You can even write in the language known to you. Do translate the writeup in English language for readers to read and appreciate your writeups.
Use #writerstolli in caption for your general write-ups to be viewed.
WriterstolliToday write an ODE TO MUSIC
Challenge hastag #music_wt -
carolyns_challenges
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Read MoreImportant reminder: If someone blocks you, it is a major violation of Mirakee's Terms of Use to attempt to contact them in any way through a different account.
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Read MoreWrite a QUINZAINE poem.
Tag with #poetrywednesday and share.
The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables.
These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3).
The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement.'A Sudden Goodbye
Brief letter seals a goodbye
Are you telling me?
Life goes on?'
- Zelene Desha -
The Teacup
I'm strong like you
But I'm fragile too
I'm usually handled with care
But if you drop me beware
My fine bones might break
And I'm hard to duplicate
So if you release me from your hand
Please catch me before I land
©limitlessdreams
