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Valkyrie last won the day on December 13 2018

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  1. *jumps up and down*
  2. Yeah this sounds familiar to me too, but I can't remember the title or who wrote it.
  3. Valkyrie


    What take-out? *swat*
  4. Thanks so much There have been a lot of great prompts this year, although I struggled a bit this week. Thanks for reading and commenting. It means a lot to me
  5. #15 - definitely not balderdash #16 has the feel of old school poets. We don't tend to see ourselves as others do, but it's good to see the positive. #17 makes me want to visit your garden #18 describes April perfectly #19 *fans self* #20 #21 I love seeing our different take on the prompts. Well done, as always.
  6. Aww... thanks, deposed despot. It isn't often that Easter falls on the same weekend as 4/20
  7. I have one chapter written and two more to go. I'm going to try, but am not sure I can get it done by the 28th.
  8. Happy Easter! yum! chocolate covered cashews
  9. Happy Easter to all who celebrate it :D  

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    1. clochette


      Happy Easter to you too Val :hug: (Don't have too much chocolate) 

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    2. Thorn Wilde

      Thorn Wilde

      Happy Egg Day! And Happy Feast of Eostre! 


  10. Thanks, Addy Yeah... I really do react like #17 if there's a bee around. I'm absolutely terrified of them.
  11. NaPoWriMo Week 3 *warning - #20 contains disturbing content Poem# 14 Peas Green bombs Lurking behind potato or beef Waiting to explode their vileness On the unsuspecting. Poem #15 June Laughs and dances like a bubbling brook, Swirling and twirling Splashing against immobile rocks, The fuddy-duddies. Sweeps branches, fish, and canoes Into the heart of summer. Poem #16 Fly, little dog, to our home in the sky Encumbered no more, your burdens to lie Aside and rejoice in the absence of pain And the knowledge we will soon meet again. Poem #17 Loud buzzing precedes the air raid Incites adrenaline-ridden panic Screaming And flailing limbs As terror-driven legs blindly try to Outdistance the threat. The plump black and yellow creature Lands placidly on crimson petals, Wondering what all the fuss is about. Poem #18 Fog Ephemeral envelope Stealer of sight Hunter of hope Insidious intruder Dissipated by dawn Poem #19 The rooster of ego Struts around his barnyard, Pecking those who don’t conform To his arbitrary rules. The farmer takes the long route to the barn, Preferring to avoid confrontation. The rooster of ego Struts around his barnyard Crowing his accomplishments whether others want to hear Or not Proud that he drove off the fox and the cat, Fishing for compliments deserved Or not. The rooster of ego Struts around his barnyard Angry he wasn’t stroked Attacking all in his way Until the rooster of pride Takes him down a few pegs. Poem #20 The high school was the perfect destination On a bright summer day For two kids proud of the responsibility of pushing The new cousin’s stroller while he napped In the comforting heat of the sun. We talked of the future And summer camp And cute boys As we walked past suburban cape houses And the baseball diamond next to the school, Swarming with activity. Just past the sports field, we approached A corner of the school Secluded Containing a fragrant lilac and A man wearing a white and gray striped baseball uniform, His pants around his ankles. Probably taking a leak, I thought. Gross. He saw us and walked out of the alcove, Pantsless Penis jutting forward. He made eye contact with our mirrored sunglasses As he strutted past us, Two tweens and a baby, Then went back to his corner. We walked silently past the school. “Was that an erection?” my friend eventually asked. I shrugged. “I think so.” We headed toward home and Never spoke of it again. Prompts used: Poem 14: Prompt: I love Lorna Crozier’s vegetable poems. These poems have made me look in a new way at vegetables—at the farmers’ market, on my cutting board, even on my plate. Write your vegetables too. Poem 15: Let your poem have the name a month in its title and then attempt to capture the essence of that month, perhaps anthropomorphizing the month in question, giving it human-like personality. Poem 16: Whatever your feelings about the existence of soul, somehow bring a mention or discussion of soul into your poem today. This poem is written for one of my BFFs who lost her beloved fur-friend today. Poem 17: Let your poem be abuzz with bees, literal bees or metaphoric bees. Poem 18: Unprompted. Inspired by my drive in to work. Poem 19: A combination of two prompts: Random Titles (The Rooster of Ego) and The Repeated Word Prompt: Allow one word in your poem to be repeated often and in a way that contributes to the poem’s meaning and effectiveness. You might repeat whole phrases as poetic anaphora, as in the poem “A Wind” below. You might create a structure with your repetitions as does the wind poem. Poem 20: Prompt: Under the Bridge: These two poems remind me of one another, and they remind me of those adventures in later childhood and early adolescence when one is still having the outdoor explorations and adventures of childhood, but suddenly the shadows of adulthood, sexuality, and gender roles creep in. The prompt is to write an “under the bridge” poem. Have it hint at the dark underbelly of the crossing into adulthood. I suppose the central theme is the beginning of the loss of innocence.
  12. Valkyrie


    Aww.. so cute! Happy Easter!
  13. Valkyrie

    Day 16 to day 20

    You had a great week, wolfie Such poignant questions in "soul-searching". I think the answer to the last question is 'yes'. And who knows? Maybe those two souls will meet in another place or another life I want to come to your place for some minestrone. I laugh every time I read about your beer bees I can picture the witch clearly and love the repeated warnings, which should be ignored. The ending is perfect As for the last, I think we all feel exposed in public at times and need to tell those voices to shut up. I can't wait to see what the last week of April brings.
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