Job Well Done

A task is assigned 

So you get to work 

Everything entwined

As challenges lurk.

Ideas flow out 

Of your busy mind

They are all about

To become refined.

So you jot them down 

Organizing thoughts

As you go to town 

Creatively wrought.

Don’t mince any words

Your mind takes over 

Nothing looks absurd

Don’t run for cover.

All comes together

Faster than it seems

Light as a feather 

Almost like your dreams.

Then the finish line 

Is within your sight

It’s all going fine

Dark tunnels, yield light.

No need to meddle

Or shuffle your feet

Tap the brake pedal

The project’s complete…

-AAA 08/20/2024

QOTD: #155

What motivates you?

There are many things that move me in this life.

Love

Love moves me to do anything and everything for all I care for and even strangers. I’m an altruistic, empathetic soul, to the core.

Music

Music is truly everything to me. I love listing to it, playing it, and seeing it live. I love many forms and always have something playing in the background.

Literature

I love reading as much as I do writing. It provides: knowledge, and escape, answers, and adventure. I love many forms of literature in fiction.

Art

I love art in many forms: painting, architecture, theatre, music (see above), sculpture, and of course writing. I love most forms of art from classical to art nouveau.

Nature

The beauty in nature always amazes and touches my heart. All living things and just being outside really helps recharge my batteries.

As always thank you for reading…

-aaa

United in Humble Compassion

Happy are the humble 

The entire earth is theirs

The vain always fumble.

For their lack of cares

As life’s a roughened tumble 

When you’re caught unawares.

The walls we build up will crumble 

When we share and trust 

If not then it’s all our bumble.

Isolated and alone, we wither and rust

Be a community of colleagues and friends

Or our entire society will be a bust.

Mutual happiness that never ends 

A world of love we all are part

As long as we make amends.

So at the end we talk of start 

Mending bridges reaching out 

Weaker we are when we’re apart.

That’s what life is all about 

So we must be happy together 

And make this lifetime count…

-AAA 08/16/2024

Genesis of Creativity

Rhyme me a word

Neat, not absurd

Ones, never heard

Glorious work.

Using a form

Maybe not norm

Never conform

I never shirk.

Make something new

Much fun to do

Writing from truth

Ideas work.

Create magic

It’s not tragic

Style not static

It is my quirk.

All good tings end

Like this, my friend

My will can’t bend

As new thoughts lurk…

-AAA 08/06/2024

A Writer, I Must Be

What to do

In this time

Is writing

Such a crime?

Is there else

To create

Not at all

It is fate.

Tried crochet

Didn’t work

Those stitchings

Must be shirked.

Panting next

One did try

Not quite good

Isn’t a lie.

Then welding

Back in school

Hot metal

Burned the fool.

Then at last

The only craft

To create

Without laughs.

Writing blogs

Words galore

With ideas

Not a chore.

In the end

To belong,

In poems

That’s the song…

-AAA 08/01/2024

In Good Company

Everyone of us is special

So much so, it makes me tremble

We all have a big gift

Putting many words together

Intricate birds of a feather

Which gives our world a lift.

Our talents span many a form

Creativity is our norm

Writing, our ‘artist type’

Most with much of our craft to do

Poems, stories, and essays too

Sharing these is our hype.

Our various books will come out

Myriad contents they’re about

Entertaining masses

Amazon and other book stores

As our readers want more and more

Providing them passes…

-AAA 07/31/2024

Social Security Sham

Anthony grumbled to himself as he entered the door.

Though he made an appointment, he will be waiting a long time.

As is the case for everyone entering the Social Security office.

He’d made an appointment three weeks ago and still he’s been waiting over an hour.

A myriad of display screens, indicate the assigned number of the sheep (person) that is being called.

Since my number isn’t close yet, I’m privileged to write a cherita capturing each love nuance, as I wait…

-AAA 07/31/2024

A New Way to Best Writer’s Block

Laying silently on my bed

No ideas, are in my head

Closed eyes, now rest a bit

You’ll find something after your sleep

Just relax, and your mind will keep

Everything it sees fit.

Do not rush to awaken yet

Dreamt ideas are best to get

Once your dream ends, you rise

Now work, those new ideas, hard

Write with intention and regard

Shaped, right before your eyes…

-AAA 07/17/2024

Complete This Work

It’s by my own accord.

That I share this verse.

Little else I can afford.

Shaky as I type my prose.

Seeing if my iPhone is mightier than the sword.

Reaching deep inside counting the syllables.

Hanging on my every word.

I really couldn’t do much worse.

So is its completion, my reward???

-AAA 7/15/2024

Feelings, The Poet’s Muse

Art: Poet And Muse – By Valentine Tusai

Love and heartbreak are my muse

In my writings and my truths.

To feel those extremes and feel them hard

And put them in words with careful regard.

To share the purest and darkest of feelings

With life’s happiest and saddest dealings.

Is a privilege and not a curse

Processing emotions and not feeling worse.

Finding common ground with all around

Relating your words in your blog abound.

I keep writing, day and night

Trying to get the rhythms, right.

And when I want to break my norm

I try out new poetic forms.

I like the technical aspects that apply

Just fitting in words and figuring out why.

In the end when it’s time to share,

I make my edits and choose with care.

Lest my poetry goes off the rail

Which would be an epic fail…

-AAA 07/11/2024

Poets

P ersons

O f immense creative

E motionally charged, writings

T rue to themselves and their ideas

S standing strong, often all by themselves…

-AAA 07/11/2024

WordPress Wisdom

WordPress wisdom I must find

Patience of another kind.

Glitches, clicks, and occasional crashes

Slowness and my smart phone flashes.

Adding subscriptions is the rule

And growing your subscribers too.

Scheduling drafts for publication release

Writing and pictures and adding with ease.

At least I don’t get “no internet connection” now

They have remediated that bug, wow!

Jetpack too, is what I use

Sure bets web browser abuse.

In the end, WordPress beats writing a letter

With each rendition getting better and better…

-AAA 07/10/2024

How a Poem Comes to Life

Each exhibit begins with an inspiration.

This leads to a written line or two

These are rhymed and placed into a format.

Subsequent lines come quickly afterward

Then additional stanzas appear, if needed

Finally, a closure line, signing, and art imagery are added…

-AAA 07/09/2024

To Write or Not to Write

To write or not to write

Surely a dilemma day or night.

To rhyme, in free verse of haiku

Just not sure what to do.

Finding the words that fit the best

Always puts us to the test.

Just like braving a wild river in a raft

With little else to fall on but our craft.

Syllables, rhymes, beats in mind

Putting them together can be a bind,

Shear determination is the rock

In the battle of writer’s block.

Just keep going, working hard

Hoping it’s met with high regard.

Ending lines, make them clean

Or else your poem will never be seen…

-AAA 07/04/2024

Your Truth, Revealed

Tell your story

Share your truth

Don’t be gory

Or uncouth.

Use all your words

Choose them with care

As they cut like swords

If you aren’t aware.

Testify your life

As your words flow

Good times and strife

All the highs and lows…

-aaa

Poetry, My War

Every poem is a battle

Fiercely fought over:

Words, technique, and style

I wish it came easier.

But I have to claw and fight

For every word or phrase I write

Maybe I’m meant for other things

Like cooking fries and onion rings.

Writing shouldn’t be a war

It should be a lot of fun

Not second-guessing to, abhor

It shouldn’t be fought, it should be won…

-aaa

An Expressive Writer’s Lunes

Finding the words.

To express how I feel.

Isn’t always easy.

I craft carefully.

Choosing words that best fit.

What I’m conveying.

Sometimes I struggle.

Racking my brain choosing them.

Must choose wisely.

If I don’t

Then each of my writings.

Will be redundant.

I’ll lose subscribers.

And quickly, just fade away.

Into all obscurity…

Ant’s Poetic Form Toolshed

A tanka here and a haiku there

Clogyrnachs and quadrilles everywhere.

Quantrains, palindromes a plenty

A-to-Zed and a limerick if any.

Acrostic and diminishing are other forms

Ars Poetica and cinquain, far from norms

Abstract, sound, anagram, and The Blitz

Add to this poet’s toolshed kits.

There are other styles I rehearse

Straight up AB rhymes and Free verse.

Magic 9 and dizain complete my list

Of poetic forms plus adding my own twist.

I sometimes rhyme tankas or haikus

Just to give myself more to do….

-aaa

Writing Poetry

Whimsical, witty, and poignant

Reaching in deep from the inside

Impacting as many as I can

True to myself and emotions

Including everyone in my audience

Never compromising on my artistry

Gratitude for my readers and their feedback

Plenty of poetic forms to choose from

Originality is critical

Empathy builds up my imagery

Time spent creating it all

Realizing I’m doing this

Yet I have much more I want to create…

-aaa

teoP A

Originally Published 04/06/2024

Written works, what for?

The world’s in love with your lore.

Could you ask for more?

Now just pass the test.

Books, sonnets, and the rest.

Then you’ll be the best.

With limericks and rhyme.

My pentameters are fine.

Lyrics are sweet wine.

My words really flow.

The very best friends I know.

I just need control.

Haikus and Raikus.

With syllables that I choose.

Sharing all my views.

Some stanzas align.

In simple or crazy time.

Free verse is a crime.

Ideas a flood.

These renderings my life’s blood.

None of them a dud.

My words with feeling.

Make poems more appealing.

My mind, free-wheeling.

Don’t know where each goes.

I the author barely knows.

In creative throws.

This writing must end.

Freeing us both my friend.

For our lives to tend.

-aaa

The Pressures of the Writer

If My works, do not emote emotion in detail

Then I consider each an epic fail.

If readers don’t think when they read my words

Then they’re all just: gibberish, trite, obtuse absurd.

If what I write all sounds the same

Then it’s solely the author to blame.

So as I write my newest work

I feel my creativity tense, and jerk.

Because I do not want to come across a phony

Or just another one trick pony.

I try new styles, tempos, and beats

Iambic pentameters and challenging feats.

To wow the readers as I heal

Sharing the words that make them feel.

That is why I write, my friend

Alas, this poem is at an end…

-aaa