Tag: word of the Day Challenge

Market

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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Muse

Muse

Beauty surrounding me
Bringing peace and harmony
Mesmerized by the silence
I’m embraced by your charm
As if protected from harm
I float in your abeyance

Becoming your muse
Your palette of hues
Will paint my life story
With each brush stroke
Oh, the fantasies you invoke
Together we write the allegory

Our existence is enthralling
I feel my body trembling
Ignited with your desire
I can surmount the highest peak
Where the view resplendent
and live life as if on fire

The dramas of the day
Suddenly melt away
Comfort in your positive energy
Strength from your open arms
Soothing my never ending qualms
A perfect synergy

Without you I would be lost
Stay with me at all costs
We are bound together forever
Filling my soul with elation
You are my salvation
I will go with you wherever

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Enthralling

Inspire

Surmount

Resplendent

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Trespass

Trespass

Your migration into my heart
is a violation of the sweetest kind
I can barely concentrate
I am going out of my mind

In the rubric of my desires
you appear so many times
The quintessential lover
Committing the ultimate crime

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Prompts:

Migration

Rubric

Violation

Quintessential

Concentrate

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Freedom

Freedom
did not come easy
She fought hard
for what was truly hers
Stolen from her
with his lying words
feeding her ego
Promising a fantasy

She could not recall
When it happened
One day he had control
and he ruled her world
Her voice stolen
and thoughts buried deep
unable to share
This the beginning
of her downfall

Increasingly taciturn
she allowed him
to become her mouthpiece
She cooked and cleaned
and wore what he chose
Her once professional
appearance now quaint
She had become his slave
Reaching a point of no return

Inside her silent anger raged
What had she become?
A shadow of her former self
Until the day she found
her strength
and voice
Reaching out to those
Who could help
free her from the cage

Reflecting on her bondage
She pondered the cause
of her personal plight
Her heart had made the decision
Her brain, the excuses
Her head finally argued
and liberty became hers
Now she flies solo
Never again a hostage

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Quaint

Taciturn

Personal

Solo

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Autumn – Poem of the Month – October 2018

Autumn

Acorns crunching under feet

Squirrels making a hasty retreat

Leaves of different colors fallen

This is now the season of Autumn

Humidity has finally left the air

The sun lies lower with less of a glare

A crispness now freshens the landscape

Summer has finally found her escape

Flower petals dying out on stems

Fall winds will perform the cleanse

Miles of fields recently mowed

Lined with hay rolls of colored gold

Illuminating the glorious landscape

Nature beginning to take shape

Sheaves of wheat standing propped

Not a sign of any left uncropped

A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch

Happy children hoping to catch

the biggest they can find

For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed

Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks

Costume considerations and rosy cheeks

Trick or treats

Lots of sweets

Bottles of cider from apple orchards

Do clocks go back or forwards?

Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie

Family visits and stomachs to satisfy

Obsequious children asking for cookies

Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies

Football games on television

When do we eat? Such indecision

Remembering what we are thankful for

Never forgetting those who went before

Dedications and gratitude

Private moments of solitude

A season of harvest and plenty to share

Someone is hungry in the world out there

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Obsequious

Illuminate

Bottle

Dedicate

Panoply

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Driven

Driven

The street her catwalk
The clothes her haute couture
Head held high
She strutted her stuff
At sixteen she was quite mature

Wrong side of the tracks
Not a good start to life
Being posh elevated her
confidence
Avoiding the strife

Able to work this
To get what she needed
Knowing herself
Trusting herself
A few years conceded

Love on the streets tonight
For sale at a price
Your place or mine
The front seat of your car
She could add a little spice

She had their number
Her expertise fortuitous
A carnival of sexual needs
She had seen it all
Separating herself from anxious

Sometimes there was violence
The Johns were abominating
The older girls looked out
not always able to protect her
She rarely saw it coming

She didn’t remember
How many there had been
Mostly it was a blur
Soon she would have enough
To say goodbye to the obscene

The end justified the means
She was almost there
Suck it up for a little longer
A few more tricks
Then nothing left to share

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Anmol is hosting at D’Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with Profiles and Portraits.  This is a poem I wrote
some time ago and I thought I would share it tonight

Word Prompts:

Anxious

Carnival

Posh

Number

Fortuitous

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Meeting

Meeting

The coolness of the marble
Soothed her feeling of duress
Waiting patiently for the outcome
She smoothed down her dress

Looking quickly in her compact
She checked her hair
A stray wisp had escaped
Giving her an eclectic flair

The museum was quiet
She gazed at the artwork
Standing in front of the painting
Her face creased to a smirk

She knew he was there
As his presence was felt
Turning she saw him
And her body began to melt

She had left a trail
Knowing he would follow
He had pursued willingly
Finding her at the Picasso

He said her name out loud
By the sound she was awed
He said with authority
“You are under arrest for art fraud”

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Today’s Word Prompts

Marble

Smirk

Duress

Eclectic

Pursue

Compact

 

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Lies

Lies

One little lie, two little lies
Three lies, four
This is how it begins
Hard to keep track
Impossible to ignore

Choosing to go down
that slippery slope
There’s no turning back
The choice has been made
Say goodbye to all hope

Infatuation is a welcome guest
But he obscures your vision
With a diaphanous veil
Making you the fool
Of bad decisions

Improvisation attempted
But not availed
You’ve shown your true colors
A relationship is now in ruins
His love cruelly assailed

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Daily Word Prompts:

Slippery

Infatuation

Guest

Diaphanous

Improvise

Ruins

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Losing My Religion

Losing My Religion

There is no copyright on God
It’s a free for all game
All taking a different route
But the ending is the same

Babies drinking scripture
In their mother’s milk
Buddhists shaving their head
In robes of orange silk

Distorted thinking
Insisting God is a warmonger
Murdering innocents
For a life to be lived longer

Women as second class citizens
Covered head to toe
Honor killings and sexual mutilation
With nowhere to go

Men insisting women
Be exemplary in dress
Wigs must be worn
Why? is anyone’s guess

Cajoled into thinking
This way is better
Hatred for the others
In a poison pen letter

Fear-based religion
With a death toll of shame
A Deteriorating social structure
Continuing to Inflame

Search within for guidance
Don’t be persuaded by others
Your sprit will guide you
It will not be smothered

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Cajole

Copyright

Exemplary

Guess

Deteriorate

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Therapy

Therapy

Drawing her strength
being in the elements
Her mentor had become nature
Walking at the golden crepuscule
when the sun disappeared
was her portraiture

Beauty surrounding her
her mind felt cleansed
The coolness of the evening
calming the activity of the day
Having ample space to breathe
the experience healing

With clarity of mind
She realized now
her street smarts never failed her
Her instincts were right
A wolf in disguise
His identity a saboteur

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Element

Mentor

Crepuscule

Smart

Ample

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