March souvenir #PicturePromptChallenge By DebraDML wonderful souvenir!

http://debradml.com/category/picture-prompt-challenge/

This lady is a bless and if i hadn't already add a page for this (or if i did) please i bow and amend!
bless you, Debra! with all my love and appreciation.

#PicturePromptChallenge by Sabine

Posted on March 17, 2015 by debradml

THEATRE

Enlightenment, enchantment, thin in the air
a tremor of whiteness, dazzlingly bright
Something sweet, whispering an ancient spell
the most adventurous would slacken their pace

One step over the threshold,
designed in bloody ink
One second of your life was a lifetime,
no redhooded little girl playing fancy games

Her recognition of danger was a mere thought,
she lost her mind and soul
A tremble against the wind of hate
she let it all go to reborn

Drag the man here little enchantress,
come over the threshold little temptress
Bring him over ecstasy with one single glance,
desire coursing along his way

Waking up from her dream
Venus delighted in the new scenery
An old charm was her spell
freed from the man she once loved

….. her chrysalid was her nightmare in a redhood.

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© Sabine (2015)

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#NaPoWriMo2015 day 6 my attempt and participation for my friend in poetry DebraDML

Read Debra first by clicking on this link, please!!

http://debradml.com/tag/napowrimo-2015/page/3/

I produce here only my poem, because i didn't ask any authorisation to reproduce Debra poem in here (not because i don't want to!!! just because i add my own poems mostly here :)) plenty of hugs to Debra to have invited me. She is a bless of a friend. <3<3<3

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Serenade me in the morning

Moaning moaning from morning to evening

Rhyme and rhythm are your prerogatives

Let’s give it a try for enchantment

There is some kind of magic

Your hands are tied to music

Your thoughts focussed on the dance

One foot after an another

You lose balance in your demands

Serenade me each morning

I got you under my spell

Rhythm is your name

Will has no power with me

Seemlessly shameless

I dig into your song

Serenade you all along

Serenade me through the evening

Never relenting on my needs

You know yours will be fulfilled

When the big L will hit home

Aubade is my second name

Warm till it burns

Undeniably wrong

Serenade was lost

Moaning moaning each day was heaven

But serenade got it all and threw away

The enchantment crossed my heart in shape

I let you go for better songs

© Sabsam (2015)

PS: i just realised i copied myself with another poem i wrote elsewhere... does it count as plagiarism? ;)

Day 3 #Napowrimo challenge

Day 3 "optional prompt! Today I challenge you to write a fourteener. Fourteeners can be have any number of lines, but each line should have fourteen syllables. Traditionally, each line consisted of seven iambic feet (i.e., an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable, times seven), but non-iambic fourteeners also exist. The fourteener was popular in 16th and 17th century England, where it was particular common in ballads, but it also is the form in which “Casey at the Bat” is written. The form is versatile enough to encompass any subject matter, but as the example of “Casey at the Bat” shows us, it is particularly useful in narrative poetry, due to the long line and the step-like sense of progression created by the iambs." http://www.napowrimo.net/day-three/

I will add a comment on this one, i have absolutely no idea what this poem is, i should run a search... may i remind i am not native english but i will give it a (short!) try no matter what... enjoy!

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Fell first, fell for, feel free, feel it through the veins of his heart

Vines swirling sweetness, this taste likes precious gold

Would you twirl it four times in your mouth for good measure?

Let it glisten silently in your heart, blissful times...


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If you count it differently, tell me. though it was fun to try it.

#NaPoWriMo challenge day 2 (not in order)

Day 2 : "Our (as always, optional) prompt, provided to us by NaPoWriMo participant Carla Jones. Today, I challenge you to take your gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars. You may find inspiration in this website that lists constellations, while also providing information on the myths associated with each one, as well as other salient information. Your poem could be informed by those myths or historical details, by the shapes or names of the constellations, or by childhood memories of seeing them. Any form or style will do." from website http://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-2/

I will catch up and be on time!! soon...
Enjoy !

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Venus beauty

This one intended to my sizzling personal star
shining brightly above our head
she makes all of us blind with wits
nothing can compare to her bids

Venus call us her pets
she sometimes enjoy a few plays
hiding behind the warm sun, her master
you can count on her to betray you

Day 4 #NaPoWriMo (not in order...)

Inspiration of the moment don't play by the rules, so here is day 4 with this prompt :

"write a loveless poem", I am not sure it meets the rules but here is my submission.

Decency down, guard unguarded, guardian discarded
You ought to know it
Little are the ones without it
High sky is doubtfully where you should look at
As you will only find it inside
You should subtly forget the easy way to get it
You should describe it with the utmost respect
You should let it go in time when less it begins to get
You should forget all rules when you catch it
You should listen, listen, listen
There it is, I got you for good
You found my lost beloved socks!

#NaPoWriMo challenge day one

After a few months needed to settle down a bit in a new place and start a new project of writing in poetry, I come back here with a good reason and new motivation! Here comes April and the sun, let's celebrate eggs party with this poem.

So here it is based on the "optional prompt. Today’s prompt is a poem of negation – yes (or maybe, no), I challenge you to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. For example, if you chose a whale as the topic of your poem, you might have lines like “It does not settle down in trees at night, cooing/Nor will it fit in your hand.” from http://www.napowrimo.net/day-one/#comment-6324 Maureen Thorson's website.

I came across this website thanks to Debra from http://debradml.com website blog, many thanks to her to have shared this with me.

Enjoy everyone.

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Egg is not what you think, melted mess when broken
Egg is not made of stone, butter like when fondled softly
You whisper in the flour sweet words, when the eggs come tumbling down
Swiftly making small glue masses in white snow

Egg is more than you think, a nestle for life
Egg is less than you think, yellow glow
Would you break it now for your pleasure
or wait for an amenable time to fry it definitively in a pan?

Egg is not what you think, don't you think?
Easter went in and did his joyous mess
Hunt and fun for kids in the park
Remembrance and sadness for the others

Egg is not what I think, opening the gates
Of what I need to be inside, chocolate and sugar
For sure, I will melt them in a blink of an eye
Egg party has begun in my courtyard


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05/04/2015