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Written by sandflea68

Weaving the Magic

Do you believe in Prose

in a writer’s beating heart?

The phrases can free author

whenever glad tidings begin.

And it’s magic, when the words

capture the stars in your sky.

Bliss flows in with tales of yore

dancing pages of bewitchment

free your soul and let you fly.

If you believe in magic

tattoo your feelings with Prose

and just maybe, if ambiance is right

you’ll tap, tap, tap all night long

doing the salsa with other Prosers

meeting tomorrow, late at night

and we’ll conjure some magic words

because the wizardry is in you and me

and Prose gives us the platform

to create visions of all we can be.

Do you believe, like I believe

that the magnetism of Prose

will set us free to see

how much we owe

to Prose who allows

creativity to flow free?

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Written by sandflea68
Weaving the Magic
Do you believe in Prose
in a writer’s beating heart?
The phrases can free author
whenever glad tidings begin.
And it’s magic, when the words
capture the stars in your sky.
Bliss flows in with tales of yore
dancing pages of bewitchment
free your soul and let you fly.

If you believe in magic
tattoo your feelings with Prose
and just maybe, if ambiance is right
you’ll tap, tap, tap all night long
doing the salsa with other Prosers
meeting tomorrow, late at night
and we’ll conjure some magic words
because the wizardry is in you and me
and Prose gives us the platform
to create visions of all we can be.

Do you believe, like I believe
that the magnetism of Prose
will set us free to see
how much we owe
to Prose who allows
creativity to flow free?

#challenge  #LoveAndAppreciationForProse 
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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
Written by dustygrein

Definition Dilemma

I think we need a new word to define what poetry is evolving into.

I love many of the works of art created using single lines of haunting imagery, brilliant metaphor, and sharp guttural bites of emotion that are sculpted into free-verse, but are they poetry?

Maybe I'm a purist at heart; for me poetry needs—at minimum—cadence, rhythm, and meter. Writing this way isn't easy, but neither is sculpting, painting or any other art form.

The great poets of the past (Thomas, Poe, Frost, and many more) understood this. They used metering, and more often than not rhyme, to craft immortal works.

Then came Walt Whitman.  I love the emotions unfurled inside me by him, and his free-verse (e.g. 'I Sing The Body Electric') is like enchanting strings of prose, tied together in a chain.

Beautiful? Undoubtedly.

Moving? Deeply.

Poetry? That my dilemma... I just wish we had another term.

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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
Written by dustygrein
Definition Dilemma
I think we need a new word to define what poetry is evolving into.

I love many of the works of art created using single lines of haunting imagery, brilliant metaphor, and sharp guttural bites of emotion that are sculpted into free-verse, but are they poetry?

Maybe I'm a purist at heart; for me poetry needs—at minimum—cadence, rhythm, and meter. Writing this way isn't easy, but neither is sculpting, painting or any other art form.

The great poets of the past (Thomas, Poe, Frost, and many more) understood this. They used metering, and more often than not rhyme, to craft immortal works.

Then came Walt Whitman.  I love the emotions unfurled inside me by him, and his free-verse (e.g. 'I Sing The Body Electric') is like enchanting strings of prose, tied together in a chain.

Beautiful? Undoubtedly.

Moving? Deeply.

Poetry? That my dilemma... I just wish we had another term.
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were you

already broken

or were you fixed

before they

broke you?

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Written by zikeda in portal Poetry & Free Verse
were you
already broken

or were you fixed

before they
broke you?
#fucklove  #hashbrownhashtag  #sadboop  #ihateit 
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Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Mouthful of Fresh Air

I’ve drowned many times before

     hints of twilight overcome

     where dark shadows loom

     jars of salty tears

     inside brittle ocean walls

I’ve drowned many times before

     weeping white crests of time

     carrying anguish in my seaweed

     opening undertows of dread

     swept out to sea of no return

I’ve drowned many times before

     clouds of my breath

     sorrowfully head home

     as I swim long strokes

     of a cerulean beginning

I’ve drowned many times before

     caught in the shallows

     I plan my break

     in dawning of red globe

     of enveloping sunshine

I’ve drowned many times before

     slow rhythm of the wind

     whispers on my skin

     morning tide tiptoes

     cleansing my soul.

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Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Mouthful of Fresh Air
I’ve drowned many times before
     hints of twilight overcome
     where dark shadows loom
     jars of salty tears
     inside brittle ocean walls

I’ve drowned many times before
     weeping white crests of time
     carrying anguish in my seaweed
     opening undertows of dread
     swept out to sea of no return

I’ve drowned many times before
     clouds of my breath
     sorrowfully head home
     as I swim long strokes
     of a cerulean beginning

I’ve drowned many times before
     caught in the shallows
     I plan my break
     in dawning of red globe
     of enveloping sunshine

I’ve drowned many times before
     slow rhythm of the wind
     whispers on my skin
     morning tide tiptoes
     cleansing my soul.

#CleanBreak 
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A Treasure

Prose the luminosity of writing. A place where you can exercise your mind in ways you alone would have never considered.  A place oozing with potential, great writers in the making, and no so great writers reaching up for guidance. Every read an adventure. Every challenge an opportunity to reach beyond your grasp.  A treasure, one worth any price.

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A Treasure
Prose the luminosity of writing. A place where you can exercise your mind in ways you alone would have never considered.  A place oozing with potential, great writers in the making, and no so great writers reaching up for guidance. Every read an adventure. Every challenge an opportunity to reach beyond your grasp.  A treasure, one worth any price.
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Thank You. (a love limerick)

There once was a lady in shambles

Who had no outlet for her rambles.

One day she found Prose.

A new dawn arose!

Thoughts in words now instead of in scrambles!

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Thank You. (a love limerick)
There once was a lady in shambles
Who had no outlet for her rambles.
One day she found Prose.
A new dawn arose!
Thoughts in words now instead of in scrambles!
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Prose for all time

My dear sweet, loving Mother loves to always find out what I'm upto. She also knows that I really like art, music and writing. So she told me one day to look for a site/place where I could write, and share my work.

Lo and behold, I searched for an online writing site & I stumbled upon Prose. I've learnt a lot about writing from a lot of brilliant, creative and inspiring writers. It is a place where poets, and writers from different places in the world have come to adore.

I'd like to say a big thank you to the creators of Prose. It's nice for writers to have a place where other fellow artists get to help each other to become better writers. And also share thoughts, views, opinions and create new, amazing tales, stories and characters.

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Prose for all time
My dear sweet, loving Mother loves to always find out what I'm upto. She also knows that I really like art, music and writing. So she told me one day to look for a site/place where I could write, and share my work.

Lo and behold, I searched for an online writing site & I stumbled upon Prose. I've learnt a lot about writing from a lot of brilliant, creative and inspiring writers. It is a place where poets, and writers from different places in the world have come to adore.

I'd like to say a big thank you to the creators of Prose. It's nice for writers to have a place where other fellow artists get to help each other to become better writers. And also share thoughts, views, opinions and create new, amazing tales, stories and characters.
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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
Written by EstherFlowers1

Let's be honest.

 "Poetry" is a broad term encapsulating many of the distinct and varied writing methods chosen by artistic individuals to express ideas through the written language. You could say, if you felt so inclined, that poetry is the written articulation of the soul. 

But if I'm being honest with myself, I have been every-bit as moved by the use of language in prose as I have been by its use in poetry.

So, in order to distinguish poetry from other equally valid written art forms, it is necessary to define poetry as the presentation of words in a visually stimulating set of short lines, as opposed to sentences and paragraphs. 

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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
Written by EstherFlowers1
Let's be honest.
 "Poetry" is a broad term encapsulating many of the distinct and varied writing methods chosen by artistic individuals to express ideas through the written language. You could say, if you felt so inclined, that poetry is the written articulation of the soul. 
But if I'm being honest with myself, I have been every-bit as moved by the use of language in prose as I have been by its use in poetry.
So, in order to distinguish poetry from other equally valid written art forms, it is necessary to define poetry as the presentation of words in a visually stimulating set of short lines, as opposed to sentences and paragraphs. 
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Guilty Pleasure

I come from a creative family.  I went on to finish college with a double major in English and Graphic Arts. With this background I went from a draftsperson to a marketing specialist and thirty years later I learned to write and illustrate everything and anything thrown at me on command.  I was in charge of four divisions when I broke away to form my own Marketing Consulting firm in 2000. 

July 9th I turn 66 and am free to forego clients and do what I please. But as a deadline junkie, something pushes me to work with those with disabilities to design and self-publish books on my dime, just to help them change their self-image from disabled to author. 

Prose is my guilty pleasure.  I enter every challenges only to keep mind fresh, resilient and ready to switch styles, topics and formats without blinking as I have done for so many years. I never learn less and find each challenge a dare to go somewhere I would never go by myself. 

Now I write to keep my mind young and flexible.  And that by itself is enough.

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Written by Finder in portal Dreams
Guilty Pleasure
I come from a creative family.  I went on to finish college with a double major in English and Graphic Arts. With this background I went from a draftsperson to a marketing specialist and thirty years later I learned to write and illustrate everything and anything thrown at me on command.  I was in charge of four divisions when I broke away to form my own Marketing Consulting firm in 2000. 

July 9th I turn 66 and am free to forego clients and do what I please. But as a deadline junkie, something pushes me to work with those with disabilities to design and self-publish books on my dime, just to help them change their self-image from disabled to author. 

Prose is my guilty pleasure.  I enter every challenges only to keep mind fresh, resilient and ready to switch styles, topics and formats without blinking as I have done for so many years. I never learn less and find each challenge a dare to go somewhere I would never go by myself. 

Now I write to keep my mind young and flexible.  And that by itself is enough.
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Written by dustygrein in portal Romance & Erotica

Walk of Shame

I wake up in a bed that’s not my own,

a stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets;

my memories of last night now have flown,

        I wake up in a bed that’s not my own,

        and slowly stand up, naked and alone;

        exposed upon the bed is naught but feet.

                I wake up in a bed that’s not my own,

                a stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets.

A stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets,

mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor.

The pulse within my brain a thumping beat;

        a stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets.

        I ask myself “Who is that? Where’d we meet?

        How quiet can I shut the bathroom door?”

                A stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets,

                mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor.

Mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor,

with wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair;

my abs are tender; hips a little sore.

        Mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor,

        a quick escape is what I want, no more;

        I found my phone, the lost socks? I don’t care.

                Mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor,

                with wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair.

With wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair

from waking in a bed that’s not my own.

I faintly recall shots and Truth-or-Dare.

        With wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair,

        in sunlight blinking, breathing morning air.

        The walk of shame no longer is unknown,

                with wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair

                from waking in a bed that’s not my own.

(c) 2017 - dustygrein

** a triolet in iambic pentameter

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Written by dustygrein in portal Romance & Erotica
Walk of Shame
I wake up in a bed that’s not my own,
a stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets;
my memories of last night now have flown,
        I wake up in a bed that’s not my own,
        and slowly stand up, naked and alone;
        exposed upon the bed is naught but feet.
                I wake up in a bed that’s not my own,
                a stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets.

A stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets,
mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor.
The pulse within my brain a thumping beat;
        a stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets.
        I ask myself “Who is that? Where’d we meet?
        How quiet can I shut the bathroom door?”
                A stranger snoring softly ‘neath the sheets,
                mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor.

Mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor,
with wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair;
my abs are tender; hips a little sore.
        Mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor,
        a quick escape is what I want, no more;
        I found my phone, the lost socks? I don’t care.
                Mixed clothing wildly strewn about the floor,
                with wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair.

With wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair
from waking in a bed that’s not my own.
I faintly recall shots and Truth-or-Dare.
        With wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair,
        in sunlight blinking, breathing morning air.
        The walk of shame no longer is unknown,
                with wrinkles, stains, bad breath and crazy hair
                from waking in a bed that’s not my own.

(c) 2017 - dustygrein

** a triolet in iambic pentameter
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