Jolly – Daily Prompt

 

my childhood memories
dazzling, fun so to speak
us children making a mess
always a menace, plain to see
throwing and kicking ball
tackling, blocking, catching
one time hit the window
boy, my father was mad
after that we were grounded
we didn’t mind, things to do
played games, listened to music
dyed my hair black
that was my Goth era
my siblings bursting with light
full of beans before breakfast
friends came over, jolly fun

For: Jolly

Other “jolly” posts:
The Joke’s On Us
https://xtinctfilms.wordpress.com/2017/12/11/the-pursuit-of-contentment/
https://sanddollarseason.wordpress.com/2017/12/10/tis-jolly-tricky-season/
https://aprilesutton.wordpress.com/2017/12/10/my-jolly-christmas/
THANK YOU…yes YOU pt 2

 

Panacea – Daily Prompt

Life is too short to moan
About things you cannot change
But, aren’t we all orange?
My poor shattered body groans
Reality is a staircase leading nowhere.

Do something that makes you happy
I surely would, if I could
Like children playing in the mud
Without a care in the world
Could truly say they’re happy.

One, two, three, it’s as easy as that
It’s all about mind over matter
Watching the bulky chunks float to the ground
Searching for solace out of kilter
The phoenix rises astronomically bound.

For: Panacea

Other “panacea” posts:
My simple panacea to beat the blues
The Little Mermaid Part 3
https://tomboyforlife.wordpress.com/2017/11/06/loki-my-panacea/
Phantom Panacea
http://www.aliferetired.com/panacea-daily/

Dancing – Daily Prompt

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razzle-dazzle me, full of fun
energy – tons
such a delight
everything’s bright

indeed, life’s full of razzmatazz
all that is jazz
with pizzazz, too
and zest for shoes

come one, come all and join us here
got wine and beer
dancing all night
oh what a sight!*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff

For: Dancing

Other “dancing” posts:
https://starsmoonyou.wordpress.com/2017/11/08/standing-in-line/
https://starfisher69.wordpress.com/2017/11/08/dancing-daily-prompt/
https://writeallywrite.wordpress.com/2017/11/08/daily-prompt-dancing-of-that-summers-heat/
https://gmacwriter.com/dancing/
https://citysonnet.wordpress.com/2017/03/06/fish-dance/

Neighbours – Daily Prompt

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The Smiths just moved in and were greeted by nosey neighbours
They said hellos, answered some questions, all in playful banters
At first it was alright
Some remarks were trite
Then they realised it’s best to keep to themselves and not give answers

For: Neighbors

Other “neighbours” posts:
https://coloradosunriseblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/days-of-gratitude-community/
https://copypowerblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/neighbors-sweet-or-bitter/
https://slideaways.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/mother-natures-neighbours/
https://simpsite.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/303/
Whoppers

Identity – Daily Prompt

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They were still out there, still sailing, still looking for him.

Why couldn’t they give up? Why couldn’t they accept that he wasn’t there anymore? Surely some evidence told them so.

He faked his own death. He took his clothes and shoes off, pretending that the sea finally got into him. That he was giving up all hope and succumb to the pressure that was building up for the last couple of years. That he could not take it anymore.

He had planned it all, the spare clothes, the new passport, new identity, new beginning in another place. He just had to be patient and wait for the search to finish, lie low in this island with enough supplies to keep him through while waiting.

Did he do the right thing? Would he be able to start again after what he had gone through? Did he just give up everything?

For: Identity

Other “identity” posts:
Where Poems Live
Daily Prompt: What’s that?
Old before her grownup time
https://dronstadblog.wordpress.com/2017/10/25/spies-among-us/
https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2017/10/25/brave/

Enlighten – Daily Prompt

This thing called love
The people dashed off in droves
I’m not entering that line again
For it cannot see and feel my pain
You and me in heated passion
With just a dash of Zion
There is no grass to mow
Blazz the brawny cow
Tell me and I’ll do it
I might be able to have it
Boy they sure are succumbin’
To flee their lumber of sin
We’re both in cloud nine
On the cover of a magazine
The tiger enlightened us so
The varying colours of the rainbow

For: Enlighten

Other “enlighten” posts:
https://davekingsbury.wordpress.com/2017/10/23/the-art-of-the-possible/
https://sonjabenskinmesher.wordpress.com/2016/06/23/who-is-a-bear/
https://tarrynleightravels.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/day-51/
Pushing Forward
https://ronikapostariablog.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/are-you-on-the-right-path/