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To Lish's Declutter

I say, bring on the baggage

Strew your wares around

The more you have

The richer your stories sound

Life is ABOUT the baggage

The wares that refuse to lie still

It's what makes you interesting

People will listen, they will

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To Lish's Declutter
I say, bring on the baggage
Strew your wares around
The more you have
The richer your stories sound
Life is ABOUT the baggage
The wares that refuse to lie still
It's what makes you interesting
People will listen, they will
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The REAL Me

So, for another challenge, I wrote a rhyme

Love professed for spouse, shear drivel I admit

For, should I win a lottery prize today

I WOULDN'T share it with my spouse, no not I

I'd travel, grinning from ear to ear, alone

Certainly, share my good fortune with strangers

Save for my daughter, spend the rest on- yup- me

Write him a nice postcard from exotic lands

And always sign, "kisses with sincere love, Jen"

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The REAL Me
So, for another challenge, I wrote a rhyme
Love professed for spouse, shear drivel I admit
For, should I win a lottery prize today
I WOULDN'T share it with my spouse, no not I
I'd travel, grinning from ear to ear, alone
Certainly, share my good fortune with strangers
Save for my daughter, spend the rest on- yup- me
Write him a nice postcard from exotic lands
And always sign, "kisses with sincere love, Jen"
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Get Real

Now that we've been together two decades

We can abandon our fragile facades

Intimacy isn't lace lingerie

It is committing, through it all, to stay

I promise to wear sweats, remove bra too

But, in comfort, will still be there for you

You'll see me before makeup, unkempt hair

When you can't find your glasses, I'll point there

We'll fight, and even attend counselling

And I'll contemplate taking off my ring

But, we'll admire our beautiful girl

And realize we've made a great little world

I'll sweep the floor and you'll do the dishes

We'll count our blessings and make some wishes

You in your flannel and me in my sweats

We'll forego romance for some permanence

Some say it's routine, I say commitment

Cuz love really is more than sentiment

Hearts and flowers do not that much matter

It's love enduring, though we grow fatter

Reality, not romance, is what counts

Not roses and chocolate by the ounce

My words I'll keep succint, not a sonnet

But the thought behind it, do count on it

So, I write this not-so-sugary sweet

Testament to our love, our life so neat

I love you, it is more than just habit

I'll hold for you the brass ring- reach, grab it!

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Get Real
Now that we've been together two decades
We can abandon our fragile facades
Intimacy isn't lace lingerie
It is committing, through it all, to stay
I promise to wear sweats, remove bra too
But, in comfort, will still be there for you
You'll see me before makeup, unkempt hair
When you can't find your glasses, I'll point there
We'll fight, and even attend counselling
And I'll contemplate taking off my ring
But, we'll admire our beautiful girl
And realize we've made a great little world
I'll sweep the floor and you'll do the dishes
We'll count our blessings and make some wishes
You in your flannel and me in my sweats
We'll forego romance for some permanence
Some say it's routine, I say commitment
Cuz love really is more than sentiment
Hearts and flowers do not that much matter
It's love enduring, though we grow fatter
Reality, not romance, is what counts
Not roses and chocolate by the ounce
My words I'll keep succint, not a sonnet
But the thought behind it, do count on it
So, I write this not-so-sugary sweet
Testament to our love, our life so neat
I love you, it is more than just habit
I'll hold for you the brass ring- reach, grab it!

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With St. Patrick's Day approaching, write a poem about anything green. Have fun!
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Promise

Snow melting, grass peeks

Is it here?  Dare I believe?

Spring? Or, just a tease?

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Promise
Snow melting, grass peeks
Is it here?  Dare I believe?
Spring? Or, just a tease?


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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Tantrum

My right arm has a gash

Where frustrated, dirty fingernails

Clawed my right arm

My left arm is splattered

With bruise speckles

Where agitated fingers pinched

No words to shout protest

Translates student fingers

To teacher pain

And my inadequacy

My utter failure to "hear"

The students' discomforted cries

My inability to solve the problem

And ease student discomfort

Usually

But, then miraculously

One day a gift

A student, clearly proud

Sincerely delighted with himself

(As he should be!)

Sat on my lap

Outweighing me by more

Than thirty pounds

He's allowed

But, wait...

A staff person in my room

(I'll call her Judas)

Reports to my boss

This lap-sitting "inappropriateness"

Pinching the teacher? ok

Scratching the teacher? ok

But loving the teacher

Like a nine-month in a

pubescent boy's body

Not ok

I'm apparently allowed

To bear brunt of pain

And sadness

But not celebrate

Pride

Or joy

My boss' response?

"'Judas', it's how he communicates

Leave it be!"

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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. 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 jgonzalez5671
Tantrum
My right arm has a gash
Where frustrated, dirty fingernails
Clawed my right arm
My left arm is splattered
With bruise speckles
Where agitated fingers pinched
No words to shout protest
Translates student fingers
To teacher pain
And my inadequacy
My utter failure to "hear"
The students' discomforted cries
My inability to solve the problem
And ease student discomfort
Usually
But, then miraculously
One day a gift
A student, clearly proud
Sincerely delighted with himself
(As he should be!)
Sat on my lap
Outweighing me by more
Than thirty pounds
He's allowed
But, wait...
A staff person in my room
(I'll call her Judas)
Reports to my boss
This lap-sitting "inappropriateness"
Pinching the teacher? ok
Scratching the teacher? ok
But loving the teacher
Like a nine-month in a
pubescent boy's body
Not ok
I'm apparently allowed
To bear brunt of pain
And sadness
But not celebrate
Pride
Or joy
My boss' response?
"'Judas', it's how he communicates
Leave it be!"

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Stalling

I should be writing

My latest novel, I guess

This is less scary

The power of rules

Short form syllabic order

Reduce blank page stress

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Stalling
I should be writing
My latest novel, I guess
This is less scary

The power of rules
Short form syllabic order
Reduce blank page stress
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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by jgonzalez5671 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Authenticity

My words, written

Are just for me

(Appreciate?)

My words, spoken

Are for others

(You listening?)

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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by jgonzalez5671 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Authenticity
My words, written
Are just for me
(Appreciate?)
My words, spoken
Are for others
(You listening?)

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Careful What you Wish For

 I often sarcastically remark, "I wish all could be as smart as me!" and imply I am the most brilliant, insightful human alive. This morning, however, I woke up with knowledge- encased in a pounding headache- the certainty that I was now the most intelligent person alive. It hurt.

As figures arranged and calculated themselves in my head, my toes curled and cramped. As philosophies swirled, I hurled- retching over and over. As complex chemical recipes of mass destruction weapons were illuminated, my shoulders hunched in muscled knots. Questions of humanity were asked and answered, twisting my belly.

"Oh, God," I murmured. Just as quickly, a piercing in my chest robbed me of a belief in a Higher Power and replaced faith with fact. I ran to the kitchen and splashed water on my face. I was about to pour myself a glass when the process of plumbing, and residual deposits suddenly made it unpalatable. I reached for an apple from the bowl on the counter. Knowledge of farming pesticide chemical components swam in my esophagus and threatened my gag reflex.

I ran to the bedroom. Walking suddenly became useless and unproductive. Once there, I laid down and tried to collect my thoughts. But they just swam in my head, multiplying and unable to be contained. I picked up my phone. Every number I thought to dial, however, became a beginning to a complex math problem. What was the number divisible by. How much is the square of that number. And so on. Oh, my head!!

I looked at the newspaper on the bedside table. A headline about President Trump. Now, my head pain was excruciating!! I folded the paper in half, no more Trump. Palms pressed to temples, I shut my eyes. Sleep wouldn't come. Instead, trigonometry and modern art battled for attention in my thoughts. (They are amazingly dichotomous!) My eyes searched the room. Surely, with all this knowledge, peace wouldn't elude me. Peace couldn't elude me. Could it?

I could tell you how the universe started, but could no longer entertain the question- Who started it? I could tell you the circumstances around Jesus' birth. I could explain, scientifically, all that many espouse as miracles. I could define for you the tenets of the world's religions. But, none provided the solace I used to receive.

Underneath that folded newspaper on my bedside table is a single drawer. It was haphazardly assembled in a factory several countries away from lumber cut from a tree in Maine. One of a depleting population of trees. I'll spare you the number and get back to the point. In that drawer is a gun. Again, I'll spare you its specifications, production, assembly and bullet velocity. I opened the drawer. Beside the gun, unloaded (even before all this, I wasn't a moron!), was a box of bullets. I opened the chamber and loaded a single bullet. Solace.

I put the newspaper, open, to my right temple. Raising the gun, I pulled the trigger. Bang. The bullet went right through Trump and into my skull. Two birds with one stone. Solace.  

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Written by jgonzalez5671 in portal Publishing
Careful What you Wish For
 I often sarcastically remark, "I wish all could be as smart as me!" and imply I am the most brilliant, insightful human alive. This morning, however, I woke up with knowledge- encased in a pounding headache- the certainty that I was now the most intelligent person alive. It hurt.
As figures arranged and calculated themselves in my head, my toes curled and cramped. As philosophies swirled, I hurled- retching over and over. As complex chemical recipes of mass destruction weapons were illuminated, my shoulders hunched in muscled knots. Questions of humanity were asked and answered, twisting my belly.
"Oh, God," I murmured. Just as quickly, a piercing in my chest robbed me of a belief in a Higher Power and replaced faith with fact. I ran to the kitchen and splashed water on my face. I was about to pour myself a glass when the process of plumbing, and residual deposits suddenly made it unpalatable. I reached for an apple from the bowl on the counter. Knowledge of farming pesticide chemical components swam in my esophagus and threatened my gag reflex.
I ran to the bedroom. Walking suddenly became useless and unproductive. Once there, I laid down and tried to collect my thoughts. But they just swam in my head, multiplying and unable to be contained. I picked up my phone. Every number I thought to dial, however, became a beginning to a complex math problem. What was the number divisible by. How much is the square of that number. And so on. Oh, my head!!
I looked at the newspaper on the bedside table. A headline about President Trump. Now, my head pain was excruciating!! I folded the paper in half, no more Trump. Palms pressed to temples, I shut my eyes. Sleep wouldn't come. Instead, trigonometry and modern art battled for attention in my thoughts. (They are amazingly dichotomous!) My eyes searched the room. Surely, with all this knowledge, peace wouldn't elude me. Peace couldn't elude me. Could it?
I could tell you how the universe started, but could no longer entertain the question- Who started it? I could tell you the circumstances around Jesus' birth. I could explain, scientifically, all that many espouse as miracles. I could define for you the tenets of the world's religions. But, none provided the solace I used to receive.
Underneath that folded newspaper on my bedside table is a single drawer. It was haphazardly assembled in a factory several countries away from lumber cut from a tree in Maine. One of a depleting population of trees. I'll spare you the number and get back to the point. In that drawer is a gun. Again, I'll spare you its specifications, production, assembly and bullet velocity. I opened the drawer. Beside the gun, unloaded (even before all this, I wasn't a moron!), was a box of bullets. I opened the chamber and loaded a single bullet. Solace.
I put the newspaper, open, to my right temple. Raising the gun, I pulled the trigger. Bang. The bullet went right through Trump and into my skull. Two birds with one stone. Solace.  
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Holier Than Thou

Hypocrisy?

My own call

For acceptance

Tolerance?

When, not

Too long ago

I wrote of

Trump

(a chump?)

Failing

To see how

Others support

Perhaps, I

Should heed

My own words

Tolerance

(It sounds so

Much more 

Palatable

Urging it

Of others,

But,

I must taste

The medicine

Too!!)

Sorry!!

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Holier Than Thou
Hypocrisy?
My own call
For acceptance
Tolerance?
When, not
Too long ago
I wrote of
Trump
(a chump?)
Failing
To see how
Others support
Perhaps, I
Should heed
My own words
Tolerance
(It sounds so
Much more 
Palatable
Urging it
Of others,
But,
I must taste
The medicine
Too!!)

Sorry!!

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Sticks and Stones

Remember

Sticks and stones may break

My bones, but words

Can never hurt me

Yet, untrue

The power

Of words to pit friend

Against friend

Lover against lover

Prose-r against Prose-r

Atheist

Against God-believer

Let's tolerate

Educate

Value difference

Heated topics

Politics, religion

Careful

You're among

"Friends"

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Sticks and Stones
Remember
Sticks and stones may break
My bones, but words
Can never hurt me
Yet, untrue
The power
Of words to pit friend
Against friend
Lover against lover
Prose-r against Prose-r
Atheist
Against God-believer
Let's tolerate
Educate
Value difference
Heated topics
Politics, religion
Careful
You're among
"Friends"
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