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Visual inspiration! Poetry/Prose: Pick an image, any image, and write a poem about it! It can be distinctly about the image itself, or whatever the image makes you feel/think. Just go with the flow! I'll do one too. Make sure to upload your chosen image as a header and tag me!
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Alive With Character

As I leafed through, these pages torn

loosed from spine and slightly worn

Sparks flew and traced each single page

as if with words a war was waged

Now at hand the ink was lifted

Scattered 'bout and slightly shifted

an ordered chaos that lined this book

and blinked like stars when I first looked

The golden sparks like fairy dust

swirled high above with one swift gust

and merged in pattern, a form it made

 a hologram in gold displayed

Alive it was - a character

and talking loud  - like narrator

then looked at me and pushed me side

And I watched it walk a human stride

Then from it's lips a story told

projecting loud, this tale of old

And I sat back and listened well

to this story that this form did tell

And when the tale was nearly ended

and words were through, the story tended

I had a feeling, that which I'd heard

I imagined - did read those words

Just for the joy to make me smile

A great delight well worth my while

A thought left me by narrator

this lively book - had character   

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Visual inspiration! Poetry/Prose: Pick an image, any image, and write a poem about it! It can be distinctly about the image itself, or whatever the image makes you feel/think. Just go with the flow! I'll do one too. Make sure to upload your chosen image as a header and tag me!
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Alive With Character
As I leafed through, these pages torn
loosed from spine and slightly worn
Sparks flew and traced each single page
as if with words a war was waged
Now at hand the ink was lifted
Scattered 'bout and slightly shifted
an ordered chaos that lined this book
and blinked like stars when I first looked
The golden sparks like fairy dust
swirled high above with one swift gust
and merged in pattern, a form it made
 a hologram in gold displayed
Alive it was - a character
and talking loud  - like narrator
then looked at me and pushed me side
And I watched it walk a human stride
Then from it's lips a story told
projecting loud, this tale of old
And I sat back and listened well
to this story that this form did tell
And when the tale was nearly ended
and words were through, the story tended
I had a feeling, that which I'd heard
I imagined - did read those words
Just for the joy to make me smile
A great delight well worth my while
A thought left me by narrator
this lively book - had character   
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Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness

Look Deep into The Light

Enlightened, now opened are my eyes

pulled close to think and I am drawn

to question - Who up on the rise

enfolds me deep within this dawn?

Where bigger in expanse

my need to know, my yearn to feel

the edge of light, my soul to dance

by deeper still the Hand concealed?

The hidden Guide, a mystery

compels my ache, my need to know

and as most man through history

Unknowing still, believing so?

But,  comes the time, I must admit

though unseen Power, the Hand that leads

a Voice will call, if I  submit

so then to fall, there on  my knees

I'll turn my face into the light

where I am met, and then fulfilled

unanswered yet, content despite

I have searched deep - and  I am stilled!

So, smaller now though not less great

slowed down to steal this perfect sight

and more to now appreciate

This deeper look into the Light!

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Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness
Look Deep into The Light
Enlightened, now opened are my eyes
pulled close to think and I am drawn
to question - Who up on the rise
enfolds me deep within this dawn?

Where bigger in expanse
my need to know, my yearn to feel
the edge of light, my soul to dance
by deeper still the Hand concealed?

The hidden Guide, a mystery
compels my ache, my need to know
and as most man through history
Unknowing still, believing so?

But,  comes the time, I must admit
though unseen Power, the Hand that leads
a Voice will call, if I  submit
so then to fall, there on  my knees

I'll turn my face into the light
where I am met, and then fulfilled
unanswered yet, content despite
I have searched deep - and  I am stilled!

So, smaller now though not less great
slowed down to steal this perfect sight
and more to now appreciate
This deeper look into the Light!
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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by RubyPond

A Hidden Stranger

I had to give it a body, a form

to visualize - to rise up and fight

for it took me by storm

and gave me more than just a little fright!

It came as if on two legs and towering 

Rose up from the ashes of tossed aside anger

my first instinct; fear and definitely cowering 

exposed -  my relation with this stranger

Slithering into a melting, moving heap

as dark and ominous as a looming cloud

it hovered and then would seep

one minute stalking, then covering - a shroud!

My mind-made image too grim not to give face

for the sheathe removed, uncovered and raw

(educated - psycho-analyzed - embraced)

this seething monster that clenched my jaw!

Self - analyzed contemplation

a product of short-sided, narrow-minded, abrasions

a subtle, vile reincarnation

of soul sucking remnants of intrusive invasions

Yes, yes I had to own it

now, what to do, how to rid myself this misery

I closed my eyes and - veered away a bit

examining clues from my history

Insulted ego, left unattended

ignored accomplishments dismissed

pushed and shoved - the un-mended

emotions dull-ified and nullified - remiss

Time rotted - ill spent not on myself

decaying soul- ungrateful thoughts

prayers put on a shelf

wants and needs bottled, unsought 

Now heaped here and haunting

saturating my thrive and striking blows

hatred - soul bearing and daunting

 accepting what I now know

This burden buried-come to life

pressed down, sealed off oppression

tossed aside, over the shoulder strife

turned inward - now depression

So, now that I know, now that I see

what do I do? What steps to take?

I take my virtual dagger to  me

and  carve away insecurities I hate

Like a surgeon, nimble fingered and slow

intricate examination of self lies - excised

all thwarts of actions destructive - I know

removed before any further demise

And I bag it up, luggage that piles

box it and seal and toss it away

into the inferno of deleted files

gone forever - faced today!

And I breathe, and see clear

inside - this threat - this danger

insecurities built, year to year

created my dark and hidden stranger!

Now, fog is lifted and I rise

higher to a world once dim, now bright

aware now, and more the wise

and I look inside, not a stranger in sight

And I say goodbye and take heed

From time to time, peer inside

take back my power and my need

and clear that space where a stranger can hide!

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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by RubyPond
A Hidden Stranger
I had to give it a body, a form
to visualize - to rise up and fight
for it took me by storm
and gave me more than just a little fright!

It came as if on two legs and towering 
Rose up from the ashes of tossed aside anger
my first instinct; fear and definitely cowering 
exposed -  my relation with this stranger

Slithering into a melting, moving heap
as dark and ominous as a looming cloud
it hovered and then would seep
one minute stalking, then covering - a shroud!

My mind-made image too grim not to give face
for the sheathe removed, uncovered and raw
(educated - psycho-analyzed - embraced)
this seething monster that clenched my jaw!

Self - analyzed contemplation
a product of short-sided, narrow-minded, abrasions
a subtle, vile reincarnation
of soul sucking remnants of intrusive invasions

Yes, yes I had to own it
now, what to do, how to rid myself this misery
I closed my eyes and - veered away a bit
examining clues from my history

Insulted ego, left unattended
ignored accomplishments dismissed
pushed and shoved - the un-mended
emotions dull-ified and nullified - remiss

Time rotted - ill spent not on myself
decaying soul- ungrateful thoughts
prayers put on a shelf
wants and needs bottled, unsought 

Now heaped here and haunting
saturating my thrive and striking blows
hatred - soul bearing and daunting
 accepting what I now know

This burden buried-come to life
pressed down, sealed off oppression
tossed aside, over the shoulder strife
turned inward - now depression

So, now that I know, now that I see
what do I do? What steps to take?
I take my virtual dagger to  me
and  carve away insecurities I hate

Like a surgeon, nimble fingered and slow
intricate examination of self lies - excised
all thwarts of actions destructive - I know
removed before any further demise

And I bag it up, luggage that piles
box it and seal and toss it away
into the inferno of deleted files
gone forever - faced today!

And I breathe, and see clear
inside - this threat - this danger
insecurities built, year to year
created my dark and hidden stranger!

Now, fog is lifted and I rise
higher to a world once dim, now bright
aware now, and more the wise
and I look inside, not a stranger in sight

And I say goodbye and take heed
From time to time, peer inside
take back my power and my need
and clear that space where a stranger can hide!



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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Raised to Praise

To fall beneath, a lesser state

submit my will to recognize

where gifted then, my yearn to sate

the Source, so strong to blind my eyes

Where feeding souls on bended knee

replenish needs served up to mend

embraced in rays that hear my plea

and through the Light my rescue send

And then to rise, to stretch, to stand

Lifted high, my lows detached

Stronger toward the guiding Hand

my lesser me now whole, not patched

Oh, if I could only fall to be

Lifted high as this, my Source to raise

I'd bow my head to state my plea

And submit myself in humble praise

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Raised to Praise
To fall beneath, a lesser state
submit my will to recognize
where gifted then, my yearn to sate
the Source, so strong to blind my eyes

Where feeding souls on bended knee
replenish needs served up to mend
embraced in rays that hear my plea
and through the Light my rescue send

And then to rise, to stretch, to stand
Lifted high, my lows detached
Stronger toward the guiding Hand
my lesser me now whole, not patched

Oh, if I could only fall to be
Lifted high as this, my Source to raise
I'd bow my head to state my plea
And submit myself in humble praise
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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Nature of Art

Where placid are the sleeping waters

'til ripples show a waking prey

Where soaring fowl lift wind to wing

And skies let down a beaming ray

Or mountains tall, with peaks that stretch

and sunsets,  oceans folding down

or even one of these - a sketch

to mount upon the walls around

Oh, to be that hanging piece of hope

transposed from nature's gallery

Where might one find a way to cope

and be gazed upon with flattery

To capture hollow eyes that pass

sunk deep and lost in trepidation

to pull a soul transfixed - to bliss

and leave a glint of some elation

A portrait stilled from life that gives

on darkened walls and unlit halls

sparks to a soul that longs to live

to think on things, spend time, recall

Oh, to be that wall art hanging there

to ease the woes of passerby's

simply from a longing stare

to change despair within those eyes

A ministry hung there to see

to lose oneself from gruel of day

Another sort of mystery

that helps to take the angst away

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Nature of Art
Where placid are the sleeping waters
'til ripples show a waking prey
Where soaring fowl lift wind to wing
And skies let down a beaming ray
Or mountains tall, with peaks that stretch
and sunsets,  oceans folding down
or even one of these - a sketch
to mount upon the walls around
Oh, to be that hanging piece of hope
transposed from nature's gallery
Where might one find a way to cope
and be gazed upon with flattery
To capture hollow eyes that pass
sunk deep and lost in trepidation
to pull a soul transfixed - to bliss
and leave a glint of some elation
A portrait stilled from life that gives
on darkened walls and unlit halls
sparks to a soul that longs to live
to think on things, spend time, recall
Oh, to be that wall art hanging there
to ease the woes of passerby's
simply from a longing stare
to change despair within those eyes
A ministry hung there to see
to lose oneself from gruel of day
Another sort of mystery
that helps to take the angst away
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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Finding Faith

Across the peaks in amber falling

sunlight gleams and warmth surrounds

'neath smoky shades I feel the calling

to claim my stake on sacred ground

Put firm my feet where pleasure sought

embrace the grace that gives me hope

and bring myself to views that brought

my crippled soul to rise and cope

Take treasures lain across the earth

the high, the low, the ups and downs

And grow my heart in depth and girth

and take not for granted that which surrounds

For in these rocks, these skies, these oceans

These waterfalls and fields of green

Lie proof that faith keeps us in motion

and brings in view a calm, serene

And I take my hints in colored hues

from orange lit skies or dew dropped ground

and whether it gray or bright clear views

My faith is sealed in these scenes I've found

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Finding Faith
Across the peaks in amber falling
sunlight gleams and warmth surrounds
'neath smoky shades I feel the calling
to claim my stake on sacred ground
Put firm my feet where pleasure sought
embrace the grace that gives me hope
and bring myself to views that brought
my crippled soul to rise and cope
Take treasures lain across the earth
the high, the low, the ups and downs
And grow my heart in depth and girth
and take not for granted that which surrounds
For in these rocks, these skies, these oceans
These waterfalls and fields of green
Lie proof that faith keeps us in motion
and brings in view a calm, serene
And I take my hints in colored hues
from orange lit skies or dew dropped ground
and whether it gray or bright clear views
My faith is sealed in these scenes I've found
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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

A Mental Image

Where I look for inspiration

where I cling in heart and soul

Where my silent admiration

brings me comfort and consoles

I will take a mental photo

push it back, and leave it there

then I can take it where I go

and in my thoughts, keep in my care

Where my thoughts go to and wonder

and I drift to in my stress

where this place in all it's splendor

gives me drive to push and press

It is here that gives me hope

Deep down inside my weary head

what allows me still to cope

when day to day gets put to bed

And though reality won't allow

that I be there, real and true

I have this image in my mind now

and this will surely have to do

And as long as I hold on

keep my place safe in my dreams

then this  picture thought upon

tucked away, brings peace it seems

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
A Mental Image
Where I look for inspiration
where I cling in heart and soul
Where my silent admiration
brings me comfort and consoles
I will take a mental photo
push it back, and leave it there
then I can take it where I go
and in my thoughts, keep in my care
Where my thoughts go to and wonder
and I drift to in my stress
where this place in all it's splendor
gives me drive to push and press
It is here that gives me hope
Deep down inside my weary head
what allows me still to cope
when day to day gets put to bed
And though reality won't allow
that I be there, real and true
I have this image in my mind now
and this will surely have to do
And as long as I hold on
keep my place safe in my dreams
then this  picture thought upon
tucked away, brings peace it seems
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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

A Lover's Moon

Underneath the glowing lamp

that hangs a sky to orbit 'round

and floats a rippled wave to shore

inviting love across the sound

dipped down, romantic

a luminescent delight

Brings in the black 

to swallow up the night

And down below flirtations rise

magnetic draw and pull begins

attractions small now grow immense

while earth below on axis spins

Were two to kiss 'neath magic moon

soar high entranced, induced in spell

wrapped arms embraced and lips to seal

 such imprints left should tell a tale

And when it rests, lies down to bed

Love spent, sedated..to rise, then shine

then two part ways to look to sky

for memories left where hearts will pine

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
A Lover's Moon
Underneath the glowing lamp
that hangs a sky to orbit 'round
and floats a rippled wave to shore
inviting love across the sound
dipped down, romantic
a luminescent delight
Brings in the black 
to swallow up the night
And down below flirtations rise
magnetic draw and pull begins
attractions small now grow immense
while earth below on axis spins
Were two to kiss 'neath magic moon
soar high entranced, induced in spell
wrapped arms embraced and lips to seal
 such imprints left should tell a tale
And when it rests, lies down to bed
Love spent, sedated..to rise, then shine
then two part ways to look to sky
for memories left where hearts will pine
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Prose Challenge of the Month #1: Write about losing your innocence. Fifteen entries will be featured in a Prose Original Book of the Month, whereby each winner will take 5% lifetime royalties. You must purchase the book to discover its authors, who will be determined by objective data (reads, likes, reposts, comments) and by team vote to ensure reader satisfaction. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtags “itslit,” “getlit,” and “ProseChallenge.”
Written by RubyPond

Take Me Back

Oh, take me back to where I started

Long ago, when life was small

Before I had love ones that parted

Before I rose to learn to fall

Take me back when I didn't know

that one day soon it all would fade

Take me back before I started to grow

and my innocence would be chipped away

Take me back to the good ole days

When  good was good and bad was bad

and going right was not the wrong way

and being happy didn't come after being sad

I want to remember how my toes tasted

curled up in my mouth on my baby leg

as a toddler all those moments wasted

not worried about germs from the chicken eggs

I want to know what it feels like to swim

in an ocean where a shark is not my concern

I want to be a teenager again

and feel puppy love before I ever got burned

I want to go back to trick - or - treat

when candy was good and eaten right then

and you could walk to school or play in the street

and it was normal to spend the night with friends

Take me back when a kiss was sweet

When lips didn't burn a painful scorn

When softly parted upon a cheek

was a sweet little girl just saying good morn

Take me back to barefoot fun

no purse to carry and no needs to meet

take me back to blue skies and sun

and not a stranger I could ever meet

Take me back when a bite to eat

was a flavor to savor and not calories

Back to the table where I had a seat

to laugh and talk with family

I want to remember how to laugh again

not because I get a joke

but because  someone tickled my little chin

at the moment I first awoke

I want to remember how excited I was

to get a job and go to work

and be impressed by adults because

they showed dignity and gave their worth

I want to remember thinking about a kiss

a boys face, and his eyes and heart

and never a thought bout what I'd miss

if I never laid down for my legs to part

I want to remember what a rose looked like

before I was given one in exchange

For love and life and adult like things

and before preconceptions were rearranged

Oh please take me back to the good old days

Before I knew and  was aware

Back to where my innocence laid

before the boogie man and things that scare

to a different time a different place

where smiles just came and tears weren't earned

Where still you saw upon my face

I'd yet, the harshness of life to learn

Take me back before I gave away

To a world that takes and leaves no defense

Please take me, take me back today

to that place where I left my innocence

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Prose Challenge of the Month #1: Write about losing your innocence. Fifteen entries will be featured in a Prose Original Book of the Month, whereby each winner will take 5% lifetime royalties. You must purchase the book to discover its authors, who will be determined by objective data (reads, likes, reposts, comments) and by team vote to ensure reader satisfaction. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtags “itslit,” “getlit,” and “ProseChallenge.”
Written by RubyPond
Take Me Back
Oh, take me back to where I started
Long ago, when life was small
Before I had love ones that parted
Before I rose to learn to fall
Take me back when I didn't know
that one day soon it all would fade
Take me back before I started to grow
and my innocence would be chipped away
Take me back to the good ole days
When  good was good and bad was bad
and going right was not the wrong way
and being happy didn't come after being sad
I want to remember how my toes tasted
curled up in my mouth on my baby leg
as a toddler all those moments wasted
not worried about germs from the chicken eggs
I want to know what it feels like to swim
in an ocean where a shark is not my concern
I want to be a teenager again
and feel puppy love before I ever got burned
I want to go back to trick - or - treat
when candy was good and eaten right then
and you could walk to school or play in the street
and it was normal to spend the night with friends
Take me back when a kiss was sweet
When lips didn't burn a painful scorn
When softly parted upon a cheek
was a sweet little girl just saying good morn
Take me back to barefoot fun
no purse to carry and no needs to meet
take me back to blue skies and sun
and not a stranger I could ever meet
Take me back when a bite to eat
was a flavor to savor and not calories
Back to the table where I had a seat
to laugh and talk with family
I want to remember how to laugh again
not because I get a joke
but because  someone tickled my little chin
at the moment I first awoke
I want to remember how excited I was
to get a job and go to work
and be impressed by adults because
they showed dignity and gave their worth
I want to remember thinking about a kiss
a boys face, and his eyes and heart
and never a thought bout what I'd miss
if I never laid down for my legs to part
I want to remember what a rose looked like
before I was given one in exchange
For love and life and adult like things
and before preconceptions were rearranged
Oh please take me back to the good old days
Before I knew and  was aware
Back to where my innocence laid
before the boogie man and things that scare
to a different time a different place
where smiles just came and tears weren't earned
Where still you saw upon my face
I'd yet, the harshness of life to learn
Take me back before I gave away
To a world that takes and leaves no defense
Please take me, take me back today
to that place where I left my innocence
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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Who?

Who stole this day

And set it here

and hung the sun

in this blue clear?

Who touched the land

and rolled it nigh

and propped it up

against my sky?

Who blew this air

so fresh to breathe

revealed this scene,

removed the sheathe?

My dark clouds rose 

and calm rained down

and echoes breezed 

with nature's sound!

Who did this thing

that rescues me

from my own attempts

and hollow schemes?

Who, I ask

yet, plain to see

my focus turned

away from me!

And whoever moved

these things in place

was for my pleasure

and by his grace!

And now refreshed

in gift displayed,

I have the strength

to face my day!

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Who?
Who stole this day
And set it here
and hung the sun
in this blue clear?

Who touched the land
and rolled it nigh
and propped it up
against my sky?

Who blew this air
so fresh to breathe
revealed this scene,
removed the sheathe?

My dark clouds rose 
and calm rained down
and echoes breezed 
with nature's sound!

Who did this thing
that rescues me
from my own attempts
and hollow schemes?

Who, I ask
yet, plain to see
my focus turned
away from me!

And whoever moved
these things in place
was for my pleasure
and by his grace!

And now refreshed
in gift displayed,
I have the strength
to face my day!
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