Thank you Readers -arlene s bice
Thanks to all who read
My poetry challenge of 30 days
Completed it all, instead
Of easily failing in many ways
It was fun to revive
Words strung together
Poetry did survive
All kinds of daily weather
My thanks.
Tag Archives: poetry
Thank You Poetry Challenge Readers
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pspoetry-Day 30-a contest
A Contest – arlene s bice
Contests are great
bring out a challenge
in you
yet no longer for me
now-a-days
I like to complement instead.
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ten things of thankful
- This week I’m thankful for April being Poetry Month with 30-day challenges. It got my poetry pen writing again after a dry spell.
- I’m so glad walking around the block has come easier and without gasping for breath.
- Dreams. I’ve been have lengthy dreams of action in full color, like films.
- For coloring books of Jane Austen and cat themes. I’d rather be painting but these have filled in until I get the brushes out again. It is relaxing, on the sunporch with the Captain on my lap and sometimes on my shoulder.
- Gorgeous blooming bushers, bridal bushes, azaleas, etc. and flowering trees are bountiful this spring.
- A small individual electric griddle that is so cute and so convenient for one.
- For my everyday salad with kale that keeps my heart happy and pumping.
- For positive comments on Running with the Horses. They are encouraging.
- For the healing process that doesn’t give up if I don’t. The human body is an amazing miracle.
- 10, For small miracles that happen every day. Too many people are too busy to notice.
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pspoetry-Day 29-favorite modern poet
Favorite modern-day poet:
“Everything Is Waiting for You” by David Whyte
arlene s bice . . .
Your written words speak to me
You direct me, lead me, guide me
With those words,
When you read them
A bit of Irish lilt slips out
Endearing,
Making your words
Irresistible
Why fight it
I invite them in
Hold them, revisit them
When needed
And sometimes just for pleasure.
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pspoetry-Day 27 flower metaphor
- Tulips-arlene s bice
The children were lined up
like tulips all in a row
tall, straight up
brightly colored clothes
all different
as was their skin
each one a complement
to the other
in full bloom.
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pspoetry- Day 26 – not going without
No Going Without- arlene s bice
Reading for pleasure
is one of life’s treasures
it is how I measure
a successful leisure
years ago I had no time
to sink into a book sublime
definitely it was a terrible crime
not to spend hours of prime
so I never think to refuse
reading my books to lose
myself with no abuse
not for me, to be obtuse.
Filed under Poetry, women, wormen writing
pspoetry-Day 24 write about loss
Loss- arlene s bice
After those I loved have gone
places are found in my heart for them
to remain forever, always with me
never apart, until our reunion
with joy in the afterlife.
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pspoetry Day 18 favorite song
A Favorite Song-arlene s bice
There are too many
in a long life truly lived,
to choose only one
when each has its own
memory, treasured
impossible to write new
while listening to the old
that keeps pulling me back
into the past, to re-live
with tenderness.
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pspoetry Day 17 collaborative poem
Edgar Allan Poe & Me-arlene s bice (with more apologies)
It was many and many a year ago,
in an ancient village of Wales
That a man there lived whom you may know
and I knew as well as thee
And this man he lived with no other thought
Than to read and write along with me.
I was a child and he was a child,
In that ancient village town
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and this man of my dreams;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
we read and we wrote, this man and me.
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of this man and the time we spent;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of my loved one so close to me;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my eternal love, a love that never died,
In his sepulchre there in that town,
In his tomb where he lays in that town.
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pspoetry Day 16 after the rain
After the Rain -arlene s bice
with the earth washed clean
dirt and debris sent away
time to begin anew
peppermint refreshed air
scents released as I walk
a solo wooded path
leaves still dripping
softly reminding me
the storm has spent
peace uncovered.
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