Saturday, September 29, 2012

Random Thinking on My Wishful Wishes! (Daily/Weekly/Bi-weekly Prompts)



 

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams


 


 

Reading has given me bundles of talents,
Inspirations, chances, and wisdom.
Nothing eases trapped fears like books do,
Never meant to pay extra attentions
to wrinkles at corners of some poetesses,
I'm honored to remain halcyon
and connected despite ashes of a few
old friendships, I can savor printed words
with a cup of morning coffee, and
a box of Kleenex sitting next to my table,
Although bolts of noises climbed to my ears,
and damp storm predicted at the husk
of the autumn sky, I can still find the perfect
appetite to literature standing out grand,
and speaks up innocence
wonders like Disney fairy tales,
My partner is my best friend
besides words posted or published,
Prompts pop like popcorn,
The cloth of fiction or poetry will be never torn,
let the angry weather pass,
I would add cello, violin, blessings and bass,
to entertain every social class,
Let's live without wearing colorful glass,
Amen, I'm innocent like a child,
My wishful thinking to fly my words like kits in the wild
is divine!

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Wild Geese By Mary Oliver (A Feature)




 
You don't have to be good,
you don't have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, reporting.
you only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on,
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of
the rain are moving cross the landscapes,
over the prairies and the rivers,
meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
whoever you're, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place,
in the family of things.


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Sunday, September 9, 2012

The Feeder (Humor and Poetry)






Early September, glazed over,
Come, don't think of Idaho!
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The red leaves on small hills,
cheery, ripen fruits, no birth-control pills.
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Harbored at lover's bamboo woods,
Four hairy monkeys, each
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holds a banana like something
golden and won, they are trumpeting.



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