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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 2d

    This is my submission for the #ceesdystopalyptic challenge, which I'm about to post on @carolyns_challenge_account ... All who are interested are more than welcome to participate. Thank you for reading.

    by Carolyn Glackin
    The devil is at my door
    Strumming his old guitar
    A toothpick between his lips
    And my heart sealed up in a jar
    He offers a wry little smile
    While playing a merry tune
    That makes all the children laugh
    For him, a fortuitous boon
    But if you'd just listen real close
    Soon it becomes crystal clear
    He's a dealer of sorrow and pain
    And his stock-in-trade is our fear
    They say where there's rhyme
    There's a reason
    But beware how you spend your spare time
    Hey y'all should step out of the kitchen
    If you can't take the heat for the crime
    All the armies are now on the march
    For the archetypes facing extinction
    Every paragon now in the past
    'Cause we need a new mode of distinction
    Ideologies starting to crumble
    Cast aside with the bridges we've burned
    And it seems the high price that we paid
    Is worth every lesson we've learned
    You can't teach an old dog a new trick
    But you surely can throw him a bone
    That was just there for the rhyme
    I digress as you inwardly groan
    And the death knell is constantly ringing
    As we wonder for whom the bell tolls
    Caught up with such worry and wonder
    We've lost sight of our dreams and our goals
    In the end, we'll meet up the Piper
    As the debts from our past come to call
    Beyond that, there's a sudden awareness
    We rise up the same way that we fall
    And our wings have always been with us
    And the devil ain't such a bad guy
    After all, we believed the same thing
    We forgot that we knew how to fly.
    Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/16/19.

    Art credit: A remake of Pablo Picasso's "Old Guitarist," by Reed Horth.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #challenge #original #dystopic #dystopian #apocalyptic #macabre

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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 2d

    by Carolyn Glackin
    I breathe deeply
    And find myself
    In a lover's embrace
    As we reach
    New heights of ecstasy
    I exhale into
    The outskirts
    Of the eternal
    In this stillness
    I become aware
    That I am infinite
    Time has dissolved
    Only presence remains
    The past is now seen
    As a wayward friend
    Whom I treasure
    For she was with me
    Each step of the way
    That led me here
    Knowing this,
    I easily forgive
    Her considerable
    And now, her peace
    Is my own
    All are one
    In the time/space
    My love is unbound
    Roaming freely
    Spanning the distance
    Between ancient hearts
    In this sacred space
    Of awareness
    I am all
    And I am nothing
    I am the known
    And the unknown
    I am the timeless
    And the eternal
    And simply put,
    I AM...
    In the blink
    Of an instant
    This moment
    Of holy stillness
    Comes to an end
    As I pour myself back
    Into this incarnation
    For that one
    Blissful moment
    Of existing in truth.
    Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/17/2019.

    Art credit: Alisa/AlisaPaints.

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #original #meditation #awareness #presence #iampresence #allthatis

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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 3d

    For those who are interested in participating in the #ceestuesdaytwos (on my other account: @carolyns_challenge_account), I would strongly encourage you to have a look at the phenomenal submission piece entered by @john_solomon, which meets and exceeds the criteria of what I'm looking for in the challenge. If you're not planning to participate in the challenge, have a look at his post anyway, simply to read two beautifully penned forms of poetry (rhyming and non rhyming) and the commendable way in which he was able to maintain the overall meaning (which was part of the criteria) throughout both of the pieces.
    Well done Jack! I was so excited when I read it that I practically did a backflip! Almost. Then I remembered my complete lack of athletic abilities. Ahem.
    Anyway, big congrats!! ����������

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    A few well deserved words of praise for @john_solomon, regarding his superb challenge submission...

  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 4d

    This is a humble piece, written in simple terms, nothing fancy, not overly poetic. The real takeaway is the message. A message that in my opinion is a divine truth; one that I'll always firmly believe in. Love heals all, but you have to let it in, and that includes self-love. There's a misconception held by many that they were hurt by love, but the truth is that they were hurt by someone who didn't know how to love. Love is never the villain and always the healer, but you've got to remember to let it in. I hope you will.

    by Carolyn Glackin
    I asked him for a love song
    But he didn't have one to give
    You see he'd been hurt so badly
    And he didn't want to forgive

    Time hadn't healed his wounds
    Which were bleeding all the more
    And it seems this whole mess started
    When she walked out his door

    Now I don't know who to blame
    And it's not my place to say
    But I asked that man for a love song
    And she's still getting in the way

    So we're just gonna have to make do
    I won't bring any harm on her head
    But since he couldn't give me a love song
    I gave him my own instead

    I sang to him soft and sweet
    I sang to him loud and clear
    I sang to him very discreet
    In a way only he would hear

    I sang until tears filled his eyes
    And his heart opened up once more
    And he slowly turned into the man
    That I recognize and adore

    I sang 'til his spirit was light
    And once he was finally free
    He wrapped me up snug in his arms
    And at last, sang a love song to me.
    Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/14/19.

    Art credit: Art by Ken/Okoart.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #original #love #romance #soulmates #twinflames #lovers #truelove

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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 5d

    A few days back, @iammusaafiir extended a gracious invitation for me to take part in his #sam_altkimo_chal challenge. The challenge called for a Kimo poem written with opposite elements (ie., dark/light, day/night, start/end... for example). I wrote several Kimos, and finally settled on the two in the image piece; the first denoting dark/light in a literal sense, and the second being metaphorical.
    Brother, thank you for this wonderful learning opportunity, as well as for your patience; as I know I've stretched things out until the last minute time wise. ��

    All words herein are my own (with the exception of the information posted below), and the image is credited to the respective owner. Thank you for reading.

    Below is some info on how to properly pen a Kimo poem...

    Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar:

    3 lines.
    No rhymes.
    10 syllables in the first line
    7 in the second
    6 in the third.
    Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #challenge #challengepiece #kimo

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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 1w

    I've just renovated this piece so that it meets the criteria of my #ceestuesdaytwos challenge on @carolyns_challenge_account ...
    The non rhyming poem is in the image piece, and the rhyming version is below. Thank you for reading.

    STAR CROSSED - Rhyming Version
    by Carolyn Glackin
    Beneath the glow of a crescent moon
    Two young lovers sway and swoon
    Their hearts and minds
    And souls laid bare
    Adorned in shrouds of evening air
    The stars on high burn fast and bright
    A cruel reminder of their plight
    For when the dawn comes, all too fast
    Their night of love is in the past.
    ©Carolyn Glackin 1/14/2019

    *All words are my own.

    *Image credited to the respective owner.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #challenge #dailychallenge #wod #romance #soulmates #twinflames #lovers #truelove #forbiddenlove #starcrossed

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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 1w

    "To thine own self be true."
    -William Shakespeare

    Societal norms? No thanks.

    Social expectations? Not interested.

    Slave to the Powers that Be? Not this gal!

    Familial obligations? Nope.

    Attempting to live up to the expectations of others: NO!

    Hive mind? Not gonna happen.

    I'm gonna be me, I'm gonna do what I do, and I'll be kind, peaceful, and respectful of you; but I will NOT be a mindless drone, one of the sheeple, or a slave to the system. No way, no how, not me. The Creator saw fit to give me a mind of my own, and I'm damn sure gonna use it. Peace out, and power to the people. Love to all.
    Blessings, Carolyn

    P.S. Oh yeah, almost forgot: WOOT!! ��✊

    P.S.S. Didn't experience any adverse event, just wanted to post some words conveying personal empowerment and a positive sense of self-worth, because WE ALL deserve that and WE ARE WORTH IT!! ♥️��♥️

    *All words are my own, aside from the Shakespeare quote.

    *Art credit: Karol Bak.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #empowerment #beyourself #freeyourmind #beyou #personalpower #doyourownthinking #feelingfeisty #thisonesjustformeera

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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 1w

    My entry for today's Mirakee challenge, featuring the word 'awake.' Thank you all for reading.

    by Carolyn Glackin
    She lived with a sort of remorse
    A bittersweet sense of regret
    For all she no longer remembered
    And all that she couldn't forget

    Time, the wayward mistress
    Both gave and took, at will
    No rhyme or reason to it
    Done sheerly for the thrill

    There were moments best forgotten
    That plagued her weary mind
    And spoke of paths not taken
    And futures left behind

    There were solitary moments
    Steeped in such emotion
    Stored lovingly away
    Kept safe by her devotion

    But these moments intermingled
    With every breath she'd take
    Thus life was an endless dream
    Whether asleep or fully awake

    Time, that feckless trickster
    Had her caught up in its snare
    Beguiled by empty promise
    Through the art of savoir faire

    In a gilded cage she waited
    Dressed in pretty little lies
    Adorned with flights of fancy
    Unaware of the lurid reprise

    She built castles in the sky
    That yielded barren fruits
    For laborious undertakings
    That failed to establish roots

    But not all was for naught
    There was that which had come to fruition
    Born on the wings of her love
    Foretold by her intuition

    In a future, both bright and murky
    She seeded the inklings of hope
    Though she knew it was all uncertain
    For time was a slippery slope

    It could go one way or another
    Despite all the grandest of plans
    She could come out on top of the world
    Or get waylaid by unknown demands

    Yet she wouldn't bow to this master
    This harbinger of confusion
    For she knew that time was a farce
    Just a fanciful, false illusion

    So she went on her merry own way
    With nary a glance back at time
    Throwing cautions to the wind
    And praying it wasn't a crime

    One day, time would surely tell
    And bad or good, it might be
    But whatever the future held
    She knew she was finally free.
    Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/10/2019.

    Image credited to the respective owner.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #awake #original #time #poetry #poem #dystopic #dystopian #bright #hopeful #dreamer #creator #manifestation

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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 1w

    Hey, this one's for a lovely young miss that I know, and from whom I learned the word 'inscrutable,' which is now a favorite, as is she. Welcome back @engaged_guilty, you've been missed!

    Inscrutable: Adjective.
    Impossible to understand or interpret. Mysterious, enigmatic, unreadable.

    Photo credit: Amanda Diaz Photography.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #inscrutable #micropoetry #shortpiece #original #new #poetry

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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 1w

    Decided to give Mirakee's Kimo challenge a try. As stated in the rules, I've followed the 10:7:6 syllable format. Thank you all for reading.

    Image credit: Steve Schwindt.

    #kimo #writersnetwork #mirakee #challenge #dailychallenge #mountains #stillness #peace #awareness #knowledge #potential #truth

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