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Homeless

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Homeless

Fatigued by a vagabond life
Bones weary from the weather
Clothes threadbare and worn
skin tough as hammered leather
 
A look unmistakable
with eyes forever distant
An existence not of choice
always socially resistant
 
Fame lost in history
and soon forgotten
family ties and love
now decayed and rotten
 
Tattered belongings
A bottle in a brown bag
A dirty old blanket
His only swag
 
The liquor warming
and a welcome treat
soon lost in a whisky haze
This sad life on the street
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Vagabond

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Role Playing

		

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Role Playing


 


My role is unique


I’m somewhat of a freak


A drum roll I compose


No intention to impose


I play the part


With all my heart


Will I pass the audition?


My hard work come to fruition?


Thanks, but no thanks


No need to fill in the blanks


I didn’t get the job


Now my head begins to throb


No room for any sorrow


Back at it again tomorrow


 


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


 


Word Prompts:


Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Role/Roll


Impose


Unique

	    


	    	

	    	
	

	

	    	

		
		
Jerk

		

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Jerk


What I ask is the point


To do what will disappoint


Why would you pour oil on a bonfire


When you know what will transpire


You actually enjoy being


The one always disagreeing


An onslaught of peppered criticisms


When no one wants your idealisms


You would bask in your own glory


While delivering a sad sob story


Public enemy number one


Never wanting to be outdone


Your motto is to never snooze


If you do you might lose


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


Word Prompts


Linda G Hill’s Stream of consciousness Saturday asked us to open a book and ‘point’ and write about where you landed.  I arrived at a poem by Rupi Kaur …


let it go

let it leave

let it happen

nothing

in this world

was promised or

belonged to you anyway


– all you own is yourself


It inspired me to write this poem I called Jerk


Point


Bonfire


Bask


Snooze


Public


Onslaught


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Musical Notes – Tanka

		

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Musical Notes


Staring at the moon


Looking for answers to life


Like a lover scorned


The soulful cello awoke


Your essence was there once more


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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In responce to OctPoWriMo Challenge Notes – a Tanka


The challenge suggested using notes that we keep to prompt our writing.  I always have the sound of the cello in my head and had made some notes about how it made me feel.

	    


	    	

	    	
	

	

	    	

		
		
Departed

		

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Departed


I harvest the remnants

of our life once complete

Limiting the time I spend

Reminiscing

As my heart now deplete


My eyes look around

the spartan room

Your things gone

and furniture removed

A feeling of empty gloom


My eyes drawn to the window

Afternoon sun bathing the glade

In a matinee performance

of fantastic color and light

A silent serenade


Missing you, still loving you

Feeling you here

Where life used to exemplify

our love and intimacy

Now fated to disappear


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


Word Prompts:


Harvest 


Spartan


Glade


Limit


Exemplify


OctPoWriMo – October Poem a day


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Market

		

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Market


From the mouths of children

Breathing white smoke

The chill of the day already

Covered by an invisible cloak


As if filled with tears

The gathering dark clouds

Ready to burst with rain

Over the swelling crowds


Sounds of the street

As day fills with life

Echo in the cold winds

That can slice like a knife


The sonorous voice

Of an eager hawker

Selling his wares as

Patrons offer tender


Bundled citizens hunched over

With faces as red as roses

Braving the bitter cold

With dripping noses


Hirsute dogs straying

Amongst the throng

Looking for scraps

As the day grows long


An alliance of locals

Gather at the tavern

Adopting good humor

As the moon turns silvern


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


 


Word Prompts:


Sonorous


Hirsute


Eager


Alliance


Adopt


 


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Mosaic

		

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Mosaic


This is where I want to be

With people eager and free

Different looks and colored hair

Seems a place where we can share

A diverse cultural melting pot

We get to see what each other’s got

Learning to respect our neighbors

and appreciating their labors

New colors, sights and sounds

Different foods to be found

Some have suffered like we cannot imagine

Escaping a vile and dictatorial faction

Needing our comfort and kindness

Along with some color blindness

We all bring something to the table

It is not necessary to label

We can learn a lot with an open heart

Our mosaic life is an abstract art


 


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to Helene Vaillant at Willow Poetry’s “What Do You See” Photo Prompt  Mosaic


 


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Song Lyric Sunday – Man in the Mirror

		

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There are a few obvious “Glass” choices for this week’s song lyric challenge but this one from Michael Jackson, Man in the Mirror, has a strong message and such passion I just have to share it. Michael’s voice was so beautiful.


Enjoy your Sunday!


In response to Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday 09/16














Man in the Mirror


Michael Jackson










































[Verse 1]

I’m gonna make a change

For once in my life

It’s gonna feel real good

Gonna make a difference

Gonna make it right

As I turned up the collar on my favorite winter coat

This wind is blowin’ my mind

I see the kids in the street, with not enough to eat

Who am I to be blind, pretending not to see their needs

A summer’s disregard, a broken bottle top

And one man’s soul

They follow each other on the wind, ya know

‘Cause they got nowhere to go

That’s why I want you to know[Chorus]

I’m starting with the man in the mirror

I’m asking him to change his ways

And no message could have been any clearer

If you wanna make the world a better place

Take a look at yourself and then make a change[Verse 2]

I’ve been a victim of a selfish kinda love

It’s time that I realize

There are some with no home

Not a nickel to loan

Could it be really me pretending that they’re not alone

A willow deeply scarred, somebody’s broken heart

And a washed out dream

They follow the pattern of the wind, ya see

‘Cause they got no place to be

That’s why I’m starting with me











[Extended Chorus]

I’m starting with the man in the mirror

I’m asking him to change his ways

And no message could have been any clearer

If you wanna make the world a better place

Take a look at yourself and then make a change


I’m starting with the man in the mirror

I’m asking him to change his ways

And no message could have been any clearer

If you wanna make the world a better place

Take a look at yourself and then make that change


I’m starting with the man in the mirror (Man in the mirror, oh yeah)

I’m asking him to change his ways (Change his ways)

(Come on, change)

And no message could have been any clearer


[Bridge]

If you wanna make the world a better place

Take a look at yourself and then make the change

You gotta get it right, while you got the time

‘Cause when you close your heart (You can’t)

Then you close your mind (Close your, your mind!)


[Chorus]

(That man, that man) I’m starting with the man in the mirror

(That man)

(Ooh!)

(That man, that man) I’m asking him to change his ways

(That man, the man)

(Change his ways, ooh!)

And no message could have been any clearer

If you want to make the world a better place

Take a look at yourself and then make that

(Take a look at yourself and then make that)

Change!




























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