Slogans - Make it Now

dverse prompt Here
Today, I want us to play with slogans. You can use them to make a statement, or just explore the meaning behind them, how they make you feel or maybe you have a creative idea for a slogan that captures who you are and just what you are selling with your life. Have at it.

   Make it Now

The citi never sleeps

it‘s jazzed and jangled
but somewhere in me
the power of dreams
screams…
get the sensation,
taste the explosion.
Isn’t life juicy,
Lucy?

Taste the rainbow

it’s zesty and zingy
finger lickin’ good.
Fly the friendly sky
turn a blind eye
to naysayers,
complainers
Don’t be stupid,
Cupid

Make the most of now!

Slogans: Citibank, Honda, York Peppermint Patty, Pop Rocks, Starburst,  Skittles, KFC, United, Diesel Jeans, Vodafone

 

Love Hurts

Miz Quickly's Learning Experience Prompt Here

scarred and gnarled,

blitzed, ever wary,
a soldier’s heart
under her chemise.

She never found a

love worth finding.
Iceberg heart
constant deep freeze.
 
 

 

 

 

Waltz Wave

Chains of Love

Soft,
sweetly,
the
west wind
calls to me,
Be free,
he
says in
sultry tones.
Fly away
with me to warm
sands and sea.
I say
no.
There are ties
of love that
bind me.
Free-
ly I
stay.

Found Poetry

Prompt found Here MARGO ROBY

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.”

                                                                          ― Herman Melville, Moby Dick

I thought I would see

the watery world, (for)
I find myself growing grim,
damp, drizzly in my soul,
pausing, bringing up the rear.
Get an upper hand
that requires a
strong step and method
it(‘s) high time to get to sea.
With a philosophical flourish
I quietly take to the ship.

Cento or Found Poetry

           I's frustrated!

A Burdock—clawed my Gown—

Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—
Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
I grow old . . . I grow old . . . 
I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. 
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--   
Almost, at times, the Fool. 
Lawdy-mercy!
I's frustrated!

Bad Morning, Langston Hughes; The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

by T. S. Eliot; A Burdock—clawed my Gown, Emily Dickinson

                                        Earth

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and saw

she was small, light blue, and so touchingly alone.
It suddenly struck me, that tiny pea,
pretty and blue, was the Earth.
But look around at this world,
how perfectly it's made.
Flowers can't move, yet the insects come
and spread their pollen.
Trees can't move, but birds and animals
eat their fruit and carry their seeds far and wide.

And forget not that the earth delights

to feel your bare feet
and the winds
long to play with your hair.
Our planet is a glimpse of divinity.
Rocks pray, pebbles and boulders
and old weathered hills.  They are still and silent,
and those are two important ways to pray.
Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

 

A compilation from quotes and poems by:

High Flight, John Gillespie Magee, Nahoko Uehashi, Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit, Kahlil Gibran quote – And forget not…, Neil Armstrong quote – It suddenly struck me…., Douglas Wood, Grandad's Prayers of the Earth, Edgar Mitchell quote- Our planet is a glimpse…, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh

challenge 4: le stein

Khara House - Our Lost Jungle Prompt Here
  
tiny etchings - inked

A generation of tattoos cliché, crochet, clashes. Melting sizzles dissolving pot

ideals morass deceit dystopian merge tattoos yet delineate arms legs faces backs skin
sopped inky lathers.  The ankle is the saddest rebellion identity conformity,
an inconformity, of sheep wooly  lambs grain-fed starved for a rose is still a rose is a rose
even when the brush is hairless.


or in another form:

Generation of tattoos

cliché, crochet, clashes
Melting sizzles dissolving pot
ideals morass, deceit, dystopian
merge tattoos
yet delineate
arms legs faces backs skin
sopped inky lathers. 
The ankle is the saddest
rebellion identity conformity,
an inconformity, of sheep
wooly  lambs grain fed
starved for a rose is still a rose
is a rose even when
the brush is hairless.

The Cure

We Write Poems - Prompt 171 HERE

“The cure for anything is salt water - tears, sweat, or the sea.” ― Isak Dinesen, Seven Gothic Tales 

I’ve heard it said
that open windows,
even in the middle of winter,
with plenty of fresh air is
The cure for anything.

And when you have

a sore throat or infected toe-
Gargle or soak-as needed-
the best remedy
is salt water.

For working out problems

hard work is a tonic.
And if your heart is broken-cry,
for there is healing in
tears, sweat.

And when life overwhelms

with its ceaseless noise
and solitude you crave,
go to a wooded place
or the sea.

*********

 

They say
deep breaths
of fresh air is
the cure for anything.

And when you have
a sore throat or toe 
(Gargle or soak) the remedy
is salt water.

Heart broken? Cry.

Problems? Work.  
There’s healing in
tears, sweat.

And when life leaves

you craving solitude
go to a wooded place
or the sea.

Song of Terpsichore

Miz Quickly Prompt Here  Simple Pleasures -
the music and clip carried me away

Music

light, lilting, lifting,

fluting breeze, twirl, skip, dip, and sway -

join me friend

and dance, heady effervescent

spring song of Terpsichore

enchants.

 

Prompt for Margo Roby: Wordgathering

Poem Tryouts: Colouring Outside the Lines
           http://margoroby.com/



     Thick, pellucid, amber sweetness
     drips from your honeyed tongue
     in sticky streams of golden viscous lies
     suspending me in butterscotch
     memories of cruel, hazel eyes.

Holy Cow Batman

Writers Digest: For this week’s prompt, take the phrase “Holy (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.


We have so many interjections
and some of such pearly perfection
that you’d think Batman would
tell Robin he should
find some other way
to emphatically say
“I am astonished”.
Why didn’t he admonish
Robin to a hipper expression
and banish his “holy” obsession?

Resignation

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/gwawdodyn-poetic-forms

The gwawdodyn is a Welsh poetic form with a couple variations. However, both versions are comprised of quatrains (4-line stanzas) that have a 9/9/10/9 syllable pattern and matching end rhymes on lines 1, 2, and 4. The variations are made in that third line:
1-xxxxxxxxa
2-xxxxxxxxa
3-xxxxbxxxxb
4-xxxxxxxxa

       

Summer is spiraling to a nub
of dry grasses and stumpy shrub
marigold heads brown, spilling seeds on ground
resigned to winter’s coldhearted snub.

Well, That Was a Mistake - Writers' Digest

I walked from booth to booth at the fair where
vendors hawked their goodies to snare hungry
victims and greedy, sugar addicted  junkies
with aromas that rode on my back like a monkey,
burdensome nuisance, insistent – I gave in.
Well, that was a mistake.

I’ll have the vanilla raspberry in a waffle cone,
two scoops, sprinkled with nuts and jimmies, please.
I licked and I licked every drip then popped the cone tip
into my mouth with a satisfying crunch and smacked my lips.
And then my stomach protested.
Well, that was a mistake.

Oooh, a caramel apple rolled in pecans

drizzled with chocolate- gooily- called my name.
So, I bought one- for later, I said, just before bed
to insure the sweetest of sweet dreams, I said.
All night my stomach protested.
Well, that was a mistake.

I vow I’ll not make that mistake next year

when the fair and vendors again appear
and the monkey snickers with a knowing sneer.