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My intent here is to write a poem from the prompt I give to you , the reader, in hopes that it will inspire something and get others to write with me.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tales of Tuesday

Tales of Tuesday just popped in my head one day. I have been trying to come up with a new prompt that we all can do every Tuesday to go along with the name and I'd like to run it past you... The idea is to have a day when we write prose, what is happening in our day or stories of old, or prompt imaginary stories. Hope you all join in too...


Today we are writing about roller skates. OURS IS...

I guess I was eight or nine when I got my first pair of roller skates. Mom bought them for me at the Salvation Army store. I never had a pair before that, but mom thought  I should have them. I learned to stand on them without killing myself, a miracle in itself considering we rode them on asphalt without helmets or pads.

When I got a bit older Mom allowed my sister Julie and me to go to the roller rinks. I still wasn't very good but the smooth surface of the rink made it feel easier for me to skate. I was never so happy than when I was out skating, the music, the lights, the boys... tee hee hee... and I got to be some where besides home ! Fun for any kid.

I was the biggest klutz around I guess, because I never got the hang of skating backwards, but man I loved to go fast ! My knees were always scraped or bruised from falling.  I don't know why I stopped , but I do remember the love of it. 

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Monday, May 30, 2011

Multi-Prompt Monday

Today is Multi-Prompt Monday here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into one or two poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them, make sure you link yours in and read as many as you can, they are really worth the time !
Today's prompts ...

Here at Dodge Writes we prompt you with FINISH THIS LINE...  YOUR SMILE WARMS ME LIKE THE HOT SUMMER SUN... The rules are you must use this as the first line in your write, you may do yours in prose or any form of poetry.


Monday's Child @  http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/  is taking a break over the Memorial holiday and will resume June 6th, we will miss the prompt, but know bkm will have a grand time. 

Monday Memories # 19 http://memories-on-mondays.blogspot.com/ Josie asks us to write 'What special memories do you have of summertime?'

Today at One Stop Poetry @ http://onestoppoetry.com/ The wonderful Gay Cannon is back with lessons on the Ottava Rima. Gay is much better suited to explain, so please go to OSP for the lesson... In the mean time here is the short and sweet version...
The classic rhyme scheme in English of ottava rima is a stanza which consists of eight iambic lines, usually written in iambic pentameter. Each stanza consists of three alternate rhymes and one double rhyme, following the a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c pattern.

OFF WE GO... OURS IS...


SUMMERS PAST

Your smile warms me like the hot summer sun
filling my senses deep into my soul
reminding me of days when we had fun
dancing and singing to old rock and roll
We'd swim in the sea, the moon we'd outrun
through the starry nights we'd take a long stroll
Our days of old where our love started then
Your smile so warm takes me there again

Wow done in one today !!
Mr Linky is working again, please link up !
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B





Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Perfect Poet Award of week 44..



Poetry
Explains
Rare
Feelings
Everyone
Can
Touch

Poets
Only
Envoke
Thoughts

Many thanks to Jingle and the crew at The Promising Poets Parking lot and to all the great poets there for inspiration beyond words !

ENJOY
JL&B

I had a nomination for the Perfect Poet award in Week 44 of The Poets Rally. I accept it with this acrostic and nominate Lisa @ http://inspiredbylisa.blogspot.com/ for the coming week.

Can we sign in yet ???

The answer is no...and our Mr. Linky is still on the fritz too... We really are unhappy about this and have tried a few different things to remedy the problem, use a different browser , unchecked the 'stay signed in' box, numerous messages to blogger 'help'.... The one thing that worked is using another browser for us, but even that has its limits, being unfamiliar with it has caused us to not be able to navigate the blog sites... So we are in the process of relearning. One thing that we read really had us concerned that all of our posts may one day just go away, so for the past few days we have been moving all of our writes, hoping to save them just in case.

In the mean time, we can post, so in the spirit of moving on we offer a new prompt. We think this will be a fun way to play with one another, so please join in ...

NEXT LINE PLEASE... Here are the rules... we will start by giving the first two lines to a poem that you add two lines to. This time we will use the common eight syllable count for the whole poem, rhyme scheme for this one will be up to you !  Each of the lines added will continue the poem, so if you are the forth person to add lines, you need to continue on from the third persons lines and so on...the idea here is to see how we all can work together to write a poem. We will put the lines up in the order that they come in. HAVE FUN !! JOIN IN PLEASE !!

HERE WE GO....

The thick morning fog closes in
enveloping the lake and trees

Manifesting shadows across
the lake which resemble spirits

When I close my eyes I see you
Your eyes imploring silently



YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B


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UPDATE....
YEAH!!!  We CAN log in,,, and MR LINKY is back !!! CAN WE ALL SAY HIP HIP HOORAY !!!  LINK UP...


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday)

Today is WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday) here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into two or more poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them



Today's Prompts are...


Here at Dodge Writes we are doing a diatelle which has a set syllable count and a set rhyme.

The syllable count is: 1-2-3-4-6-8-10-12-10-8-6-4-3-2-1,
The rhyme patter is: abbcbccaccbcbba.
It is usually displayed centered.

Carry On Tuesday # 106 http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/  Your prompt for Tuesday May 24th This week, we have chorus from Joan Osbourne’s song ‘One of Us’. Take from it whichever line or lines you fancy!
What if god was one of us, Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus, Trying to make his way home

Three word Wednesday @  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/  This weeks words are...
Grin; verb: Smile broadly, especially in and unrestrained manner and with the mouth.

Jumble; noun: An untidy collection or pile of things; verb: Mixed up in a confused or untidy way.
Naked; adjective: (Of a person or part of the body) without clothing; (of a tree, plant or animal) without leave, hair, scales, etc.; exposed to harm, unprotected or vulnerable.


One Stop Poetry @ http://onestoppoetry.com/ Hosted today by  Leslie Moon aka Moondustwriter  heard a number of poets were writing dark poetry this week so Go Dark if You Dare!!! Post your poem, read the others and get read !!  



LOL... is that enough ? Off we go.. OURS ARE...



Roam
Take flight
through the night
naked moon glow
with the stars in your sight
reach for heaven and you will know
all of the gifts there God waits to bestow
He will grin as He welcomes you in to your home
Then jumble your thoughts with all that you know
if God was one of us He'd show
how everything has light
see the moon glow
in the night
take flight
roam

3in1...teeheehee
AND...

My mirrored self

And if I could, I'd lighten the day
so the darkness no longer enfolds you
a spark for you
alone there
deep within your secrets
warm in the knowledge that you are loved

and still I long to be shown
my mirrored self speaking to my soul
in native tongues my heart has not learned
trapped in a bruised world
grey from this side
blue in a black suite

and here I share more
For I have rode a similar air
one that blew me to the pieces, brought me close,
smiled as the light faded in leaps and bounds
then left me to return on my own
knowing that if I return, if I can return,
that the light will be changed
as I am

And the sounds of ever after
are calling me in clear and unblimished dreams
taunting me into a belief,  that there, is better than here,
and I listen more often now
allowing those thoughts to bring peace to me
knowing my faith will be broken
if I allow me to take myself there
yet it seems so clear of the haze
and I grasp for that clarity
letting go

And again I wake
wondering why I was too weak to go
what strength it takes to let the darkness stay
and keep the light at bay

We still don't have the power to comment on your blogs friends, we are very hopeful that the problem will be fixed very soon... until then we hope if you can leave comments that you will leave us a link too

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Tales of Tuesday

Tales of Tuesday just popped in my head one day. I have been trying to come up with a new prompt that we all can do every Tuesday to go along with the name and I'd like to run it past you... The idea is to have a day when we write prose, what is happening in our day or stories of old, or prompt imaginary stories. Hope you all join in too...

Today is Ghost stories...We all have them, that goosebump, hair standing, cold chill in the air time that is just too hard to explain... OURS IS...

We were just cleaning Grands house after a renter was evicted. They left the whole house in a dire need of repairs. The Yard was a complete mess too, so I was enlisted to help. It was really sad what these people did to my happy place. Grands yard was my safety net back in the day, tree's to climb, fruit to eat, grass to stain my knees on doing cartwheels and somersaults. Now it looked like no body lived there in years.

The inside of the house nearly broke my mom's heart when she and my Aunt Barbie finally got a look at it. They had to do a lot of remodeling just to get it back into shape so they could rent it again. Just in Grands tiny bathroom alone, mom and Barbie had to fork out five thousand dollars. It was awful what these renters did to the house, but after the repairs were made and the yard was all cleaned up, we all were pretty happy with the results.

The last day we were there mom and I were walking around the house, taking pictures and talking about all the memories Grands house held for us. Mom had an older camera, one that the film had to be taken in to get developed, and as we were in Grands bedroom Mom took the last pictures on the roll just as she was saying how she hoped Grand would see how much we truly cared, hoping she would like the color of paint we chose for her room. With tears in her eyes, Mom pointed the camera to the window where Grand laid her head for the last time and snapped the last picture.

We went to the Wal-mart and dropped off the film in the hour box and decided we would wait for the pictures while having lunch at the Denny's restaurant. During the lunch we had the best time talking of Grand, her garden, her love of bowling and the many others delightful things that made her so dear in our hearts. We laughed and cried and when lunch was through, we felt a deeper connection to one another, one that came from the love of my Grand, mom's mom. It was a wonderful time with my mom, one we never really had before, one that I believe was brought to us by Grand.

We left the Denny's and went back to Wal-mart to do a little shopping and pick up the pictures. As we left, Mom opened the photo envelope and looked through the pictures.
When she got to the last picture, she let out a cry that made me stop in my tracks. She started crying like I had only seen once, and that was when she found a box that contained my brothers things. I rushed to her to find out what was going on, she just stood there staring at one of the photos, shaking and crying, and as soon as I saw the picture I understood. Grand was watching all along. Here is the Photo...



A treasured true story mom and I hold dear.

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

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Monday, May 23, 2011

Multi-Prompt Monday

Today is Multi-Prompt Monday here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into one or two poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them, make sure you link yours in and read as many as you can, they are really worth the time !

Today's prompts ...


Here at Dodge Writes we prompt you with USE THESE WORDS... The rules this time are you must use all 10 of the words given with any tense of the word .The words are... CREPT, COZY, DOWN, NEST, BUNKER, BRIEF, MARVEL, OVERCAST, BLIZZARD, PLAYED

Monday's Child #47 @  http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/  gives us this wonderful picture prompt...


Illustration by: Maj Lindman 1933


Monday Memories - #18 @ http://memories-on-mondays.blogspot.com/  Josie asks 'All the recent news about flooding and tornadoes has me wondering what kind of weather-related experiences you've had.'

One Stop Form – Octain week 2 – Guest hosted by Luke Prater, @ http://onestoppoetry.com/ please go to OSP to read the rules for this form as Luke explains it WAY better than I can ! Thank you Luke, Hope we do it justice !



LITTLE WITCH

Our sister is a little witch
she makes us fly on horses backs
up in the air we leave no tracks
but tell on her, we are no snitch
it's fun to fly up in the sky
under the moon we find our niche
she pulls the stars from little sacks
Our sister is a little witch

Our sister is a little witch
she weaves the night, the blues, the blacks
she tosses stars like they are jacks 
she does it all with a small twitch
she winks her eye, and gives a sigh
and she can sew without a stitch
she plays with us like we're knick-knacks
Our sister is a little witch



 
AND...


Our bunker's window was ajar
the overcast sky crept from a far
cozy in the nest that we made
a blizzard had come while we played
we did marvel in disbelief
how much came down, though it was brief
 
 

WHEW, Four in two...We are having a hard time getting Mr Linky tonight... sorry !

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
 

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Today's Prompt is Yadu poetry

It is fun to be in the Thursday Poets Rally... and we get awards , like these!! SO COOL !  Tons of great writers... post your works, get read, get new friends and feel the love !! Join us there @ http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/
We thank all of this wonderful community for commenting and voting... YOU ROCK !!

Today at OSP  @ http://onestoppoetry.com/  Tess Kincaid is featured once again. Not only does Tess have an on-going writing group called Magpie Tales, she also has fun virtual activities like her annual Manor Ball.  Please enjoy getting to know Tess a bit better, we have, and are now following Magpie Tales @ http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/  who gives this picture prompt....

mag 66

Here at Dodge Writes we will try our hand today at a The yadu,  a Burmese form of poetry which consists of up to three stanzas of five lines. The first four lines of a stanza have four syllables each, but the fifth line can have 5, 7, 9 , or 11 syllables. As in a haiku, a yadu should contain references to the seasons.

The form uses climbing rhyme. The rhyme is required on the fourth, third, and second syllables of both the first three lines and the last three lines.
e.g.:
---A
--A-
-A-B
--B-
-B---

OURS IS...
 
With words they're bound
and are found here
around the clerks
who dust works old
and lurk in winters long past
 
some lessons learned
pages turned soft
a yearning felt
candles melt where
once dwelt master and student alike

Each had a dream
and were keen on
a scheme of thought
in which taught more
who sought knowledge of seasons in life

Please link your response here with our Mr. Linky 
We thank OSP & Magpie Tales for the Prompt
And we hope to see you all at the Poets Rally

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday)

Today is WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday) here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into two or more poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them


Today's Prompts are...
Here at Dodge Writes we are doing the Rondeau, which consists of thirteen lines of eight syllables, plus two refrains (which are half lines, each of four syllables), employing, altogether, only three rhymes. It has three stanzas and its rhyme scheme is as follows: (1) A A B B A (2) A A B with refrain: C (3) A A B B A with concluding refrain C. The refrain must be identical with the beginning of the first line.



Carry on Tuesday http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/  This week, we have last words from Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell After all, tomorrow is another day. Use all or part of it within your poem or prose then leave the url of your piece with Mister Linky. A comment would also be appreciated.



Three word Wednesdayhttp://www.threewordwednesday.com/  This weeks words are...
Damp; adjective: Slightly wet; noun: Moisture diffused through the air or a solid substance or condensed on a surface, typically with detrimental or unpleasant effects; verb: Make (something) slightly set; control or restrain (a feeling or state of affairs).
Incensed; verb: To make very angry.
Skid; verb: Slide, typically sideways; slip, slide; noun: an act of skidding or sliding; a braking devise consisting of a wood or metal shoe.


Write a letter Wednesday @ http://write-a-letter-wednesday.blogspot.com/   This week's Write A Letter Wednesday prompt is to write a letter to whomever you think might bestow a superpower, requesting a superpower of your own, explaining why you'd like to have it and what you intend to use it for.
 
One Stop Poetryhttp://onestoppoetry.com/  Post your poem, read the others and get read !!

LOL... is that enough ? Off we go.. OURS ARE...
 
 
AFTER ALL
 
I am worthy, for after all,
I'm a hero before the fall
Incensed at loves unfair ways
My eyes are damp, I cry always 
still I run to loves beckon call

Through the mud I skid and crawl
a chance of love or punching ball
it matters not for still I say
I am worthy...

and there I find within the squall
loves hand reaching, I am enthralled
saying tenderly, it's okay,
tomorrow is another day
these tears will fade, for after all,
I am worthy.


Three in one... WHEW !!!
AND... some prose...


Mother Nature...
You have superpowers beyond belief, you have the power of life itself, not to mention the elements that bend to your touch. I dont ask for any of your superpowers, for a mere human such as myself, the endless worries you must have would be more than I could take. 

Instead I would ask for just one moment to be given the power of a dragons flight. To feel the heat of the sun on my back and the cool of the wind on my skin. I would enjoy giving rides to any creature amoungst us, and would prove how wonderful dragons are.
No creature would fear me, for I would show all the love of life forever in that sweet moment... If only in dreams...see you there Mother.
Your Loving Child,
JL


We hope you enjoyed todays prompts as much as we have... PLEASE link up with Mr. Linky here and at the other wonderful sites from today... Thank you for joining in !!

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B




 
 

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Tales of Tuesday

Tales of Tuesday just popped in my head one day. I have been trying to come up with a new  prompt that we all can do every Tuesday to go along with the name and I'd like to run it past you... The idea is to have a day when we write prose, what is happening in our day or stories of old, or prompt imaginary stories. Today we will start off  with our weather..Hope you all join in too...


I've been sitting here most of the day, typing away and posting the flower pictures from today, (the purples that turn blue when under cloudy skies.) and just trying to figure out what I was going to put up as a new prompt today. I think we will do a Haiku about the weather...OURS IS...
Quench my soul fair rain
seep down deep drenching my core
refresh the love therein



Now for some tales...

As I wrote in the garden post today, it is raining here. I love the rain, it has a magic to it for me. Rain never sorrows my soul, it cleanses away the dusty musky stuff and allows the freshness to weave its way in, trickling down to the roots of my thirsty being. I have the feeling that is how our garden feels too, for it drinks the rain like a lover's warm touch, absorbing every molecule given.

As I sit here and write, I can see out my window. The rain right now is more misty than a hard rain, (though standing in it for five minutes soaked my pennelton,) and it is dripping off the side of the fifth-wheel's roof in a rhythmic flow that sings a melody in my soul. I can see the wind blowing the branches of the Oak and Locus trees,  as the occasional sparrow flies into the under brush to snack on the seeds we provide them. They share their space with the thrashers and the quail, who ruffle their feathers at the trouble of getting wet while they eat. This is our paradise.

Even in the rain we enjoy so much about living here. The only thing that could make it perfect today is if the storm cleared just long enough to enjoy the full moon and then allow the rain to continue... ever think how great that would be....UMMM rain on me for ...aaahhh... 20 minutes say ...then just let the sun warm me back up... aah refreshing... tee hee hee


Wayne and I both go out now and then to check on the yard, just a precaution to see how all of our babies are holding up in the unexpected spring rain.  The wind is strong today and a few of the Iris stocks had to be staked so they wouldnt break before they could flower. Nothing much else had to be done.

It is a very relaxing day today, so I'm overindulging in taking time to write and catch up on reading. We have a tri-tip roast in the Crock Pot with a ton of veggies that is just about ready to come out. It is smelling up the house something fierce, and it is making it hard for me to concentrate.  Guess that is as good as any reason to end for today...



ENJOY
JL&B

Monday, May 16, 2011

Multi-Prompt Monday

Today is Multi-Prompt Monday here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into one or two poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them, make sure you link yours in and read as many as you can, they are really worth the time !


Today's prompts ...
Here at Dodge Writes we prompt you with another finish this line... The rules are it must be the first line of your write with no changes, you may write yours in prose or any form of poetry.. Today's line is ... TWO DOLLAR PISTOLS BLAZING AWAY


Monday's Child #46 @ http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/  gives us this wonderful picture prompt...

Illustration by: Carmen L. Browne - 1917


Monday Memories - #17 @ http://memories-on-mondays.blogspot.com/  Josie is writing hers about 'Grandma's green thumb',  and adds ' Maybe you can share a story of one of your grandparents or any relative that holds a special place in your heart.'  We'll do just that !!
 
 OSP @ http://onestoppoetry.com/ Has a new form by Luke Prater, An Octain ...
Structure:
eight lines as two tercets (three-line stanzas) and a couplet, eight syllables per line with the first line repeated (as much as possible) as the last. Meter is iambic or trochaic tetrameter, but fine to just count eight syllables per line for those who prefer that.
Rhyme scheme:
A-b-b
a-c/c-a
b-A
(A = repeated refrain line. ‘c/c’ refers to line five having midline (internal) rhyme, which is different to the a- and b-rhymes)

Please go to One Stop for more on Luke and his form, well worth it !!

SO OFF WE GO... OURS ARE...

Grandma's thumb was an evergreen
made of hours toiled in the sun
her guidance made growing stuff fun

Her strawberry and tangerine
were a juicy treat, oh so sweet
better than the finest cuisine

Her knowledge passed down to this one
now my thumb is an evergreen




AND...
 
Two dollar pistols blazing away
popping off caps, his usual play,
Cowboys and Indians with his friends
back yard play the fun never ends
 
But today he is playing with something new
Pail by his side and shovel too
the waters flow in pools dug by him 
he looks for shells that might flow in
 
Squealing delight he curiously grabs
the new found joy in the small sand crabs
bubbles of air pop through the sand
he starts digging for them with his hands
 
Collecting them up in his colorful pail
with enthusiasm he can not curtail
hours of play in the warm sunshine
a lasting memory snapshots of time
 
 
Four in Two, how 'bout you ?
Our Mr Linky awaits, Hook up your link too please...
 
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
 






Sunday, May 15, 2011

One Stop Poetry Challenge – the Photography of Fee Easton

One of our favorite blogs is OSP @ http://onestoppoetry.com/
Each Sunday there is a wonderful picture prompt from an excellent artist that lends their work for all of us to not only enjoy, but lift our imaginations ! This week we have several of Fee Easton's delightful photo's to choose from... our pick is this one... ENJOY!





FLYING IN MY RED SKY

A point of view atop these dreams
of flowing poppies and red skies
with not a mark of human needs
just feilds of wonder in disguise

Here in this moment, I'm master
the winds bend to my every whim
I ride between sky and pasture
no difference in color of them

In flight I soar with wings spread wide
no care of which way's up or down
My growing amusement wont hide
 I laugh as I float to the ground

The waving poppies nod at me
as the clouds go swirling on by
upon the soft wind I'm carefree
as I'm flying in my red sky

Hook up with us at OSP or leave your link here too...Mr linky awaits !
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Todays Prompt is USE THESE WORDS

The rules are you must use the words as they are given, with no changes. You must use at least 8 of the 10 words. You may write yours in prose or any form of poetry...today's words are... MEMORY, HARVEST, CHATTING, CHILDHOOD, HOMETOWN, DANCE, STARS, ARRIVE, DEEP, TRUTH

OURS IS...

Xanadu

Childhood called and I heard the sounds
especially when the Gypsies came around
Their world was filled with my Xanadu
safely tucked in the trees behind our school

They danced and sang to the stars and moon
and gather together in the month of June
they stayed deep into the harvest time
and left just before winter would arrive

A memory of life far back in my youth
one that was lost to tell the truth
until chatting with a long time friend
about our hometown way back then


YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Tales of Tuesday

Here at Dodge Writes we are once again trying a new form... the Shairi:
So we found the form on a blog we read through OSP, but cant remember who's blog it was (apologies for that) and went to the site we always fall back on for forms and such, which is WIKIPEDIA @ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry , to try to get as much info on it as possible, even an example to see how it is written...the following is what we found...

It consists of four 16-syllable lines, with a caesura between syllables eight and nine. While there are stanzas with as many as five syllables rhyming, generally shairi uses either feminine or dactylic rhyme. It is worth noticing that despite the feminine and dactylic forms of rhyme, in Georgian shairi stress is very weak due to the nature of the Georgian language, which is characterized by dynamic and very weak stress placed on antepenultimate syllable in words longer than two syllables and on penultimate in two syllable words.
There are two versions, the Dabali Shairi or low version, and the Magala Shairi or high version. The low version is not really suited to the Iamb poet as it consists of five syllables, followed by three syllables, a caesura and then a triple rhyme. Here is the schematic;
x x x x x, x x x, - x x x x x, (x x a)
x x x x x, x x x, - x x x x x, (x x
a)
x x x x x, x x x, - x x x x x, (x x
a)
x x x x x, x x x, - x x x x x, (x x
a)
The Magali Shairi is much better suited to the Iambic user as sections are broken up into fours (or two iambs), there is still a caesura after the second section, but the requirement is only for a double rhyme. Here is that schematic;
x x x x, x x x x, - x x x x, x x (x a)
x x x x, x x x x, - x x x x, x x (x
a)
x x x x, x x x x, - x x x x, x x (x
a)
x x x x, x x x x, - x x x x, x x (x
a)
Yea yea, I know it sounds kind of hard, but we live for that right ? All we ask is that you give it a try with us so maybe we can get a better understanding of the form, we are trying both... OURS ARE...

Diabolical
(Dabali)

Diabolical is this form, its corruptible, new to do,
indescribable, gives me pause, seems impossible to chew through,
When done correctly, seems to me, it might be easy to do too
farewell to this form for I'm through, I gave it a try, cue to you !!


Magically
(Magili)

Magically word come to me, filling pages in my blind mind
flowing in rhyme, time after time, walking along many fine lines,
In times of greif, I get releif, with words I write, I can unwind 
something to show the life I know, and share it with friends so entwined


WOW that was a tough one for me, how about you ?
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B




Monday, May 9, 2011

Multi-Prompt Monday

Today is Multi-Prompt Monday here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into one or two  poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them, make sure you link yours in and read as many as you can, they are really worth the time !
Today's prompts ...

Here at Dodge Writes we are doing a tribute to muses...Here is what we found on the subject...
MUSEA channel of inspiration for a poet.
Muses, in Greek mythology, were the nine daughters of the god Zeus and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory. The Muses were believed to inspire not only poets, but all artist.
NINE GODDESSES:
Calliope: muse of epic poetry
Clio: muse of history
Erato: muse of love poetry; also known as the muse of music
Euterpe: muse of lyric poetry
Melpomene: muse of tragedy
Polyhymnia: muse of sacred poetry
Terpsichore: muse of choral songs and the dance
Thalia: muse of comedy
Urania: muse of astronomy

Which muse inspires you ? You may write in prose or any form of poetry, ENJOY !!
Monday Memories, @ http://memories-on-mondays.blogspot.com/ Josie asks us...
What memories of a special meal or gathering do you share? 
Mondays Child gives us this picture prompt ... http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/ Give us this wonderful prompt...
Illustration by: G. Shepeard


We are to write a piece of children's poetry, verse, or post your interpretation of the prompt
One Stop Poetry @ http://onestoppoetry.com/   Hosted today by Gay Cannon gives us lessons in rhyme... Please take a few moments to read what she has there today and link up with all the other fine poets there....

So off we go ... OURS ARE...

Erato and Euterpe
(for my forever twinner Kryn)

Amusing little muses
twiners in lyrical ways
happened upon a mewing
in harmony one fine day

Looking upon these two
different yet so much alike
for these lyrical little muses
a bit of inspiration did strike

Gathering the mewing twins
they placed them in their hats
singing songs of love and hope
to these darling baby kitty-cats

Zeus and Mnemosyne laughed
twins with twins such a sight
musing and mewing together
singing and playing with delight

Erato and Euterpe named
the mewing little twins
so they too will live in time
known forever as Kryn & Lynne


AND...

FAMILY AFFAIRS

The holidays of old
lay warm in memories
we gather for a feast
all of our family

Granny did the hosting
it was a grand affair
 love was overflowing
for all of us were there

Tables set with china
Chrystal glasses full of wine
homemade breads, apple pies
after prayers we would dine

Those days are all but gone
since our Granny's passing
yet the memories live on
like her love, everlasting



 
Today we have yet another great blogging buddy we would like to award with a special award, Her name is Lisa and she can be found at not just one blog, but four wonderful sites... ( and I thought I was busy...Tee hee hee) http://inspiredbylisa.blogspot.com/ ,
http://lisasreadingreview.blogspot.com/ , http://inspiredbylisa-photography.blogspot.com/ and http://inspiredbylisa-photography.blogspot.com/  each of which have alot to offer, we hope you will consider following her as we do !
 
Lisa, I want to thank you personally for the inspiration I get from your wonderful writes and following along with our blogs ! It is a pleasure to be one of your followers !!



Done in two... how about you ?
wont you join in...Mr linky awaits again !!
Tee hee hee...
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B


Sunday, May 8, 2011

Today Is Mothers Day 2011

We are celebrating with all mothers far and wide, whether or not you have children of the human race, or are like me and a mother of a furry child,  we all have the heart full of emotions, pride and enjoyment for our kids !  Being a garden fanatic all of the plants in my garden too are my sweet babies... I love them so much that I have gained the nickname Mother Nature, an honor for me.

Today we are doing one of our favorite prompts... USE THIS LINE ... HERE WE LEAVE THE RUSHING ... You may use this line anywhere in your write, but it must be used as it is given,  prose or any form of poetry is welcome for this prompt (you too Richie !!!)  OURS IS ...


HERE WE LEAVE THE RUSHING

Hush now, rest your mind for awhile
here we leave the rushing
to the city life's
traffic

Close to me, my baby, grow strong
here we leave the rushing
to the rivers
and streams

Take time, my child, for life is short
so just leave the rushing
of growing old
to me

please child, slow, your growing fast,
now you are the rushing
wind at you feet
leaving

Grown, becoming a parent too
come back to where we still
leave the rushing
behind

Now you understand, your child grows,
and you leave the rushing
to the city life's
traffic

Hoping for a slowing of life
where we leave the rushing
to the rivers
and streams



Today we once again pass on a very special award to one of our favorite blogging friends... Helena @ Memory Box Creations http://memoryboxcreations.blogspot.com/
Most of you know my friend Helena, a very from the heart writer that touches me deeply with her abilities. She has one beautiful blog too... So we pass this well deserved award on to her...

Award

Helena, you inspire beauty in all you write and your lovely blog... WE LOVE YOU !!!
Thanks for being who you are and sharing yourself with a very grateful me !!
Starting this journey with you has been a highlight in my life....



Happy Mothers Day !!

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Today's Prompt is English Sonnet

The form consists of fourteen lines structured as three quatrains and a couplet. With only a rare exception, the meter is iambic pentameter,
A line of iambic pentameter is five iambic feet in a row:
daDUMdaDUMdaDUMdaDUMdaDUM


The usual rhyme scheme is end-rhymed a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g.

OURS IS...


CHERISHED TIME

What does the time in a life count down to
our years, our moments, what will they all tell
a legacy of love, moments too few
will it be passed along that we lived well

Time can bring a strong soul straight to their knees
Time is a master of heartache relief
Time passes quickly like wind through the trees
Time is a healer,  yet time is a thief

In time this world that we know just may end
There's no time to loose, so share what you can
This moment in time is all we have friend
We should cherish time with our fellow man

My time here I give lovingly to you
and cherish the time you spend with me too


Today I wish to mention another great blogger friend of mine. Penny @ Pen's Random Jottings http://pensrandomjottings.blogspot.com/,  Who is a very talented writer, not only in poetry but in prose as well, in fact I have yet to prompt her in any way that she has not shown how truly beautiful a person she is... even if at times she thinks otherwise.
And so today we would like to present her with this award...

AWARDED BY PKHREZO

You are such a great person Penny, I am honored to call you friend !

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Friday, May 6, 2011

Today's Prompt is Terzanelle

terzanelle is a poetry form which is a combination of the villanelle and the terza rima. It is nineteen lines total, with five triplets and a concluding quatrain. The middle line of each triplet stanza is repeated as the third line of the following stanza, and the first and third lines of the initial stanza are the second and final lines of the concluding quatrain; thus, seven of the lines are repeated in the poem. The rhyme scheme is as follows, with bracketed letters representing individual rhymes:


Verse 1 (a)
Verse 2 (b)
Verse 3 (a)
Verse 4 (b)
Verse 5 (c)
Verse 2 (b)
Verse 6 (c)
Verse 7 (d)
Verse 5 (c)
Verse 8 (d)
Verse 9 (e)
Verse 7 (d)
Verse 10 (e)
Verse 11 (f)
Verse 9 (e)
-Concluding quatrain:
Verse 12 (f)
Verse 1 (a)
Verse 11 (f)
Verse 3 (a)
The middle lines of the final couplet can optionally be put in the opposite order, for an ending consisting of two couplets. Type II ending:
Verse 12 (f)
Verse 11 (f)
Verse 1 (a)
Verse 3 (a)
Alternately, for those familiar with capital-letter rhyme notation, in which a capitalized letter indicated a line repeated verbatim:
ABA'
bCB
cDC
dED
eFE
fAFA'
Or, for the alternate (couplet) ending, the final stanza is:
fFAA'

Ok so we are a bit off trying this, but it sounds harder than it is (WE HOPE)  ....OURS IS ....


GIVE ME ALL THAT LOVE EMPOWERS

Lay me in a bed of flowers
let the sun shine upon my face
give me all that love empowers

when I rise let me embrace
the warming glow of happiness
let the sun shine upon my face

shrugging off all the daily stress
brighten days with love abiding
the warming glow of happiness

For in truth there is no hiding
give me what I'm longing for
brighten days with love abiding

if there are tears, just let them pour
cleanse the air for a new dawn
give me what I'm longing for

cradled in love where we belong
lay me in a bed of flowers
hear my heart beating true and strong
give me all that love empowers


Much easier than I thought it would be... give it a try wont you???

We would like to present this award to our very special friend Susie @ Country Side Poet... http://countrysidepoet.blogspot.com/ You are a very inspiring writer Susie, we are very happy to call you our blogger buddy !!!


More special awards to come.... 

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Today's Prompt is Sestina

Sestina

A sestina poem repeats words throughout the poem. The line-ending words are repeated in the stanzas that follow. And there is a specific rotating order.
A sestina has six 6-line stanzas. The last stanza has a 3-line "envoi" which incorporates all the line-ending words, some hidden inside the lines.
The pattern for the traditional sestina with the 6 line-ending words is:
1st stanza1 2 3 4 5 6
2nd stanza 6 1 5 2 4 3
3rd stanza3 6 4 1 2 5
4th stanza5 3 2 6 1 4
5th stanza 4 5 1 3 6 2
6th stanza2 4 6 5 3 1
Final Envoi stanza2--5 4--3 6--1


This is new to us, so if it is new to you as well, all we ask is that you try it ...
OURS IS...

Some where in the farest reaches
That little voice that sometimes teaches
between our best and worst decision
is screaming for the right provisions
to bring our thoughts to perfect clarity
so we may live a life of prosperity

To live our dreams of prosperity
each of us try to put in our reaches
and in that moment of perfect clarity
we miss altogether what it teaches
we don't have the best provisions
to benefit from our own decision

So now we come the decision
that money is not the only prosperity
it can only give us some provisions
we have means beyond our reaches
though we don't see what it teaches
we need to bring our mind some clarity

We open our eyes and see the clarity
it comes with another hard decision
question is will we learn all it teaches
or continue to fall into non-prosperity
diving deeper into the darkest reaches
forgetting that we still need provisions

And what it is we think it teaches
may lead us to the wrong provisions
failing to live our life of prosperity
because what we see has no clarity
was that the right or wrong decision
we want what is not within our reaches

Life teaches us clarity in mistakes
Our provisions are a decision we make
whether prosperity reaches our needs or not


I am telling you all this is the hardest form I have tried to date... it may have been the end words that were chosen,  and although it was hard, I will be trying it again. In the meantime, if you have done this form before and have suggestions, we are all ears...

(Poem submitted for Thursday Poets Rally, Week 43)

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday)

Today is WOW.... ( Words of Wednesday) here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into two or more poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them

Today's Prompts are...

Here at Dodge Writes we are doing a Haiku with the words from Three word Wednesday @ http://www.threewordwednesday.com/  This weeks words are...

Grace; noun: Simple elegance or refinement of movement; (in Christian belief) the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings; verb: Do honor or credit to (someone or something) by one's presence.

Jitter; noun: Feelings of extreme nervousness; slight irregular movement, variation, or unsteadiness, especially in an electrical signal or electronic device; verb: Act nervously.

Thin; adjective: Having opposite surfaces or sides close together; of little thickness or depth; (of a person) having little, or too little, flesh or fat on their body; having few parts or members relative to the area covered or filled; sparse.
 
 
Write a letter Wednesday @ http://write-a-letter-wednesday.blogspot.com/   This week's Write A Letter Wednesday prompt is to write a letter to someone telling them about where you live and why you like it... or why you don't!
We are also sharing our writes on Stop Poetry @ http://onestoppoetry.com/  Post your poem, read the others and get read !!
 
 
OURS ARE...
 
Grace me with true love
not thin lines of disbelief
Make my heart jitter
 
AND...
 
 
HOME
 
Oh my friend you must come by
to see my home on mountain high
from this place I'll never roam
for it is my home sweet home
 
Not too far away from the city strife
but far enough to enjoy the quiet life
Set in the middle of desert and beach
and everything is sweet as a peach
 
The air is crisp and the trees are green
there are lakes and hiking, it's very serene
wont you come up, in the garden we'll play
I'm sure if you will, you'll want to stay
 
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Tales of Tuesday

Well we had to name it someting...Tee hee hee...

Here at Dodge Writes we are doing A Minute Poem which has 12 lines in a strict syllable count of 8,4,4,4 8,4,4,4 8,4,4,4

We are also following these fine blogs and will do our best to incorporate  them into todays writes...And they are

Carry on Tuesday @http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/   We borrow a first line from William Shakespeare.
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players
They ask that we use all or part of this line in our write
With Lisa at Gratituesday @ http://celebrate-gratituesday.blogspot.com/ 
there is an acrostic on the word GRATEFUL
OURS ARE...
GRATEFUL
Gratitude for my eyes
Realizing that I'm blessed thankful fo friends
Angles watch over me
Truly loved by others
Extremely thankful for friends
Family that is healthy
Unforgetable memories to share
Loving each passing moment

AND...


And in the end, we all need love
for love is all
the world's a stage
so give your best
And all the men and women are
merely players
cast to forgive
live and let live
Brighten the world with more loving
upon your stage
let love rain down
drink it all in

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

Monday, May 2, 2011

Today is Mulit-Prompt Monday

Today is Multi-Prompt Monday here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into one or two  poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them, make sure you link yours in and read as many as you can, they are really worth the time !
Today's prompts ...

Here at Dodge Writes we are doing Crapsey cinquains (Reverse+butterfly+mirror)
We are once again trying these forms together, but you do not have to, so for today's prompt you may choose to do one or all of the following Crapsey cinquains ...

Reverse is a form with one 5-line stanza in a syllabic pattern of two, eight, six, four, two. (2,8,6,4,2)

Butterfly is a nine-line syllabic form with the pattern two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two. (2,4,6,8,2,8,6,4,2)

Mirror is a form with two 5-line stanzas consisting of a cinquain followed by a reverse cinquain. ( 2,4,6,8,2   2,8,6,4,2 )
Monday Memories, @ http://memories-on-mondays.blogspot.com/ Say's 'Why don't you join me in writing about someplace different or special that you've visited at some point in your life' )
Mondays Child gives us this picture prompt ... http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/
Illustration by: Cicely Mary Barker

One Stop Poetry @ http://onestoppoetry.com/ Has Gay Cannon,  with forms of poetry, this week is – blank verse. The standard definition of blank verse is strict iambic pentameter, no rhyme. Gay has lots to share on the subject, so pop over and put yours on too !

AND OFF WE GO... OURS ARE...

Buzzing
With my wings all a fluttering
like bees that pollinate
upon flowers
pretty

swelling
flower buds pop
sweetly fragrant for all
and we fairies stop to smell them
dropping
dew as we speak sweetly to them
thanking each for beauty
beyond compare
splendid

flying
following winds
laughing in the currents
rising and drifting through meadows
of green
Puffy
clouds floating in the summer sky
bringing shade to the day
allowing time
to rest


AND...

CIRQUE DU SOLEIL

A memory fond, our anniversary
off to Del Mar in San Diego, Ca
A date night of true epic proportions
a stage was set in a very large tent
and the seats we had were dead center
as the lights went down the only sounds
were of the music playing and hearts beating
German wheel stunning in perfection
 Aerial Contortion in silk was breathless 
Handbalance and Statue were amazing
Hoops, Diabolos and Spanish web graceful
the sights and sounds still ring in my mind
I will always have fond memories of Quidam

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B