Guarded

Texty

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Little Poems

Stalemate
Options rescinded
Conservatism always wins
Nothing is achieved
Allergies
Sinuses aggrieved
high levels of grass pollen
Can not stop sneezing
Commonplace
When I was a child
I was special but broken
Now that I have grown
I am one of multitudes
With scars deeper than the sea

Heeding Haiku With HA: Spring

I am running out

Of oxygen to restrain.

Winter even though

Inundated refuses

To open her spiteful fist.

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I have completely forgotten how to write tanka and haiku (I felt like an eel trying to describe a pair of pants)! There is a saying in reference to Sweden “Winter is always coming” and I believe it. Every year I feel I wait and wait for Spring to start (it seems I wait until it is technically summer lol). Though not true, from my perspective and my experience of being born to a significantly warmer climate Sweden seems to have 2 seasons. Winter which is 9 months and embodies (Winter, Autumn, and Spring) and Spring (which is what they refer to as Summer). I am trying not to hold my breath in anticipation of warmer weather but I am so eager for it.

For

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/03/25/heeding-haiku-with-ha-spring/

Where’s the prompt?

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Encase you missed the announcements. I have started a prompt site!

Which you can find here

 

Rather than have 1 weekly prompt. I now have a prompt for every day of the week! I have even brought in some talented writers to help with both hosting and managing the site. Everyone is welcome to participate. There are no obligations/requirements. Pick and choose the prompts that intrigue you. The time limit for each prompt is 1 week but you know me even if you posted late I would still read and comment to your entry.

Here’s the schedule

Monday- Wordle (hosted by Yves)

Tuesday- Photo Prompt (hosted by Yves)

Wednesday- Haiku/Tanka (hosted by Anmol)

Thursday- Short Stories (hosted by Oloriel)

Friday- Fairytales (hosted by Anja)

Saturday- Shadorma (hosted by Bastet)

Sunday- Freestyle (hosted by Yves)

 

She Sings?!! (howls?)

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Before the horrible singing I have 2 poems just so you have something encase you dare not listen to my singing or do listen and need consoling and you will need consoling so please have something pleasing for yourself prepared afterwards. The singing is part of my do something out your comfort zone week of tortures ahem fun.  Singing in range of others is WAY out of my comfort zone! As a child in school plays I was always told to lipsinc, yep it is that bad.

Hunger

I’ve tasted hunger

The avarice of your mouth

Pirating my breath

Failure

Through your vacancy

My failure is imparted

These poems are yours

Authored under confinement

Soaked with aqueous humors

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At your own risk! You can thank Nessa for this as I was inspired by her courage. I have always loved singing but alas it was never meant to be. I had a lot of ear infections as a child and thus I have a lot of scar tissue. Unfortunately I have trouble hearing mid range sounds. I can hear high frequencies decently and low frequencies the best. I often try to sing low because I can hear it but I don’t have a low voice so that right there is a problem lol The bad hearing is an issue in and of itself. I sound something like a cat whose been trapped inside of a washing  machine with a coyote. My voice is all over the place, it is very bizarre, disturbing, painful kind of voice. My speaking voice is fine but the moment I start singing it is spontaneous puberty. I have warned you on the upside after you listen to this you will feel like a rockstar in comparison =)

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0ZRESIf1CCs

“Squeeze” Senryu and 1 Tanka

squeeze

Down

Her harlot red mouth

Wraps around my aorta

Forcing my pulse down

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Orange

I’m ripe and willing

Remove my chastening rind

Break me down, taste me

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Heart line

Hold me as if yours

Stroke my heart line with your tongue

Ravish destiny

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Recluse

Of my life a door

That offers no safe passage

I wait, closet-pressed

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Beauty

However fragile

Beauty, such as I, possess

Summons not through flesh

But drips hot and ambrosial

From the barrel of a pen

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Growl

You wear your brows drawn

A darkened face, in darkness kept

Cinched throat, menacing

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Idle

The Devil’s hand rests

Inside my knotted entrails

Submissively tense

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When I write I don’t worry about gender so the first one is written as if the writer were male

Submission for

Haiku Heights