
Words, written all down.
Together, form a poem.
Or a quick haiku…
-aaa
Originally Published 06/12/2024

Words, written all down.
Together, form a poem.
Or a quick haiku…
-aaa
Originally Published 06/12/2024

Composing haikus
Is as easy as breathing
For seasoned writers
Add two lines with seven beats,
and you have made a tanka.
AAA/MAD 12/26/24

Cordially invite
As all poets recite
Words through day and night.
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Inspiration strikes
Ideas flood the mind’s dikes
Like lightning it strikes.
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Words come fast enough
Shooting out straight from the cuff
No half-hearted bluff.
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Then the end is reached
No poignant lessons besieged
We’re all here to teach…
-AAA 12/26/2024

Quadrilles are tricky to write
No matter if it is day or night.
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Words fit neatly together all in place
Keep the numbers or fall on your face.
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Two to four stanzas will get you there
All the writer needs to know is where.
-AAA 12/19/2024

My words are my blood.
Placed on virtual parchment.
For your amusement…
-aaa
Originally Published 05/25/2024

Writing poetry isn’t very easy
As inspiration strikes we’re busy.
🤪
Placing words together that rhyme
Like “time”, “slime”, and “mime”
🤪
To compose a limerick that’s not cheesy.
-aaa
Originally Published 05/24/2024

Writing a rengay
Is quite difficult some say
I find it like play
The words dance in harmony
Crafting thoughts, they flow like streams
AAA/MAD 11/09/24

Writing in a team
Is always a lot of fun
Collaborations
Ideas take shape in verse
Wonderful poems are born…
-AAA/MAD 10/6/24

Tanka very much
You are beyond most welcome
To write, anytime
In any format you please
Never let style restrict you…
-AAA 10/01/2024

What might the number twelve look like
It’s akin to riding a bike
Needed words are here
Magically appear
Without fear
As you strike…
-AAA 09/22/2024

Rhyme me a word
Neat, not absurd
Ones, never heard
Glorious work.
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Using a form
Maybe not norm
Never conform
I never shirk.
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Make something new
Much fun to do
Writing from truth
Ideas work.
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Create magic
It’s not tragic
Style not static
It is my quirk.
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All good tings end
Like this, my friend
My will can’t bend
As new thoughts lurk…
-AAA 08/06/2024

Love and heartbreak are my muse
In my writings and my truths.
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To feel those extremes and feel them hard
And put them in words with careful regard.
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To share the purest and darkest of feelings
With life’s happiest and saddest dealings.
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Is a privilege and not a curse
Processing emotions and not feeling worse.
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Finding common ground with all around
Relating your words in your blog abound.
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I keep writing, day and night
Trying to get the rhythms, right.
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And when I want to break my norm
I try out new poetic forms.
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I like the technical aspects that apply
Just fitting in words and figuring out why.
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In the end when it’s time to share,
I make my edits and choose with care.
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Lest my poetry goes off the rail
Which would be an epic fail…
-AAA 07/11/2024

Poetry has a beginning, middle, and end.
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First a line or two, appear in the minds eye.
Next we Expand on the initial ideas.
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Lastly, we examine all poetic forms we know.
Find one the best resonates with our ideas.
And finalize all lines and ideas to the adopted form.
-aaa

Words, written all down.
Together, form a poem.
Or a quick haiku…
-aaa

Write me a story.
Tell me who you are in prose.
Create poetry.
Utilize all of your gifts.
Show everyone why you’re here…
-aaa
Originally Published 04/06/2024

Written works, what for?
The world’s in love with your lore.
Could you ask for more?
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Now just pass the test.
Books, sonnets, and the rest.
Then you’ll be the best.
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With limericks and rhyme.
My pentameters are fine.
Lyrics are sweet wine.
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My words really flow.
The very best friends I know.
I just need control.
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Haikus and Raikus.
With syllables that I choose.
Sharing all my views.
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Some stanzas align.
In simple or crazy time.
Free verse is a crime.
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Ideas a flood.
These renderings my life’s blood.
None of them a dud.
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My words with feeling.
Make poems more appealing.
My mind, free-wheeling.
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Don’t know where each goes.
I the author barely knows.
In creative throws.
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This writing must end.
Freeing us both my friend.
For our lives to tend.
-aaa

A challenging task is at hand.
Being that I’m writing an A-to-Z Poem.
Clearly this will be no small task.
Definitely a new poetic form I’m trying out.
Elaborate writing will be my only defense.
For this is no ordinary poetic type.
Gee, I’m off to a good start so far.
How can I give up the quest now?
I simply must continue working at it.
Jumping at the chance, I use my creativity.
Killing the time with my ramblings, a I go.
Looking to find something unique to say.
Milling about on my phone, aimlessly.
Now is the time to put forth my best effort.
Onward and upward as the cliche dictates.
Placement and pace are critical to this art.
Quietly and thoughtfully, I compose.
Rolling my fat digits on my phone.
Skillfully trying to make this work, amusing.
To get this close to the final letters is great.
Until I get the final letter will never be done.
Very carefully, I craft the final four lines.
With great precision and care.
Xanax will not be needed at this point.
Yet I feel urgency to get to the final letter.
Zen, is what completing an A-Z poem is…
-aaa

My words are my blood.
Placed on virtual parchment.
For your amusement…
-aaa

Writing poetry isn’t very easy
As inspiration strikes we’re busy.
🤪
Placing words together that rhyme
Like “time”, “slime”, and “mime”
🤪
To compose a limerick that’s not cheesy.
-aaa

Spread your wings and fly.
Rise to a welcoming sky.
Above the clouds, high.
-aaa
Originally published on 03/30/2024

-Standing, alone but strong and firm.
-Waking each day filled with gratitude and an increasing sense of wonderment.
-Sitting silently contemplating change and where it will bring life.
-Lying down, softly encouraging the placement of each new brick, as I rebuild a foundation.
-Loving every second in this life, it’s been far from easy but nothing should be altered.
-Feeling each moment to the next and absorbing everything around me.
-Tasting the air the saltiness of it the freshness this is bliss.
-Holding fast and dropping obsession with a past that cannot change.
-Chomping at the bit for a future of endless fun and adventure.
-Closing chocolate-eyes and dreaming of desires and making them realities.
-Finding oneself and grabbing onto this wild eccentric person destined, without fear, trepidation or hesitation.
-Burning flames of a past to ignite a future that is, everything…
-aaa ❤️❤️
Originally posted 03/28/2024

Dancing in the rain.
I’m not feeling any pain.
I’m myself again.
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It’s been a long time.
Not loving me was a crime.
That ended in time.
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Now I manifest.
Happily conquer each test.
Now I am my best.
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Watch out world I’m here.
Without anything to fear.
My future is clear.
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Past pains taught me well.
I no longer dwell in hell.
In my own love spell.
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Living truly free.
The way life’s supposed to be.
I age like a tree.
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Slow but determined.
My blessings will never end.
Now that I’m my friend.
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I branch out and grow.
Letting my future just flow.
It’s great just to know.
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Love comes to me now.
Achieving self love that’s how.
Time to take a bow.
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After we begin.
A great future is my win.
As the present’s been.
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Now a door is closed.
Feel happiness non-opposed.
Doubtless is supposed.
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A new door is ope.
Take brave steps and have high hope.
No more need to cope.
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Gently close your eyes.
Rain’s purity is a prize.
The wind is at its rise.
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These words are over.
No need for you to hover.
This is my closure.
-aaa

Jack and Jill not up a hill but lying in a bed
One curled up all in a ball the other rests her head
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Lick attacks and lick attacks and end endless fur and hair
Makes the owner of the bed quite Jack and Jill aware
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Playing games and chasing tails are their fitting fancy
For if they’re left with own devices then they’d get quite antsy
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Jack and Jill not up the hill but sitting on a lap
Closing eyes weary from play and a quiet nap
-aaa ❤️

Longing to see your face again longing to see your smile.
Longing to be with you and go out again in style.
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Longing to spend some time with you in a sweet kind endeavor.
Longing to spend some time with you time that could last forever.
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Longing to hold your hand as we walk along the street.
Longing to stay in step with and land gently with your feet.
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Longing to sing a song or two and share a lovely tune.
Longing to gaze into your eyes reflecting the gaze of the moon.
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Longing to feel your warmth and kisses all over my head.
Longing to have you come and share a soft cozy bed.
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Longing to find the words that can do justice for you.
Longing to see a laugh, smile, and giggle too…
-aaa❤️

Collecting my thoughts.
I have many ideas.
Which should I use first?
-aaa

Creativity, please don’t leave me now
Many WordPress writings to create and how
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Rhymes and themes I must work out
That’s what being a blogger to me is about
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My Subscribers from all walks and tastes
I press inside for new material to place
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Haikus, Raikus, poetry, and posts
Receiving great feedback means the most
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Passions, peace, and loves long gone
Are what my writings are most based on
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My everyday life is also a source
Of various musings in my course
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My audience, I adore and hope you grow
Your “likes” mean more than you’ll ever know
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Even occasional criticism can be ethereal
As it motivates me to create better material
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I challenge myself in every way
Hoping the writings improve each day
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When inspiration strikes my iPhone nearby
Captured in the Notes app, then my ideas fly
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I next must search for images that match
The words I just whipped up from scratch
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A photo of mine or to Google for one
Filters applied, imagery, originality, done
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Now post in Jetpack and hope for the best
That my newest effort will pass their test…
-aaa