Saturday Share: Come One ~ Come All!!!
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This is the blog where folks who decided
come and post their “Collab” Poetry!!!
Earlier in the week, a blog was posted inviting
everyone to come and give “One-More-Line”
to generate lines for this “Collab” Poetry.
This week we generated 145 Lines!
These are the folks who came to give lines this week:
(Click on avatars to visit profiles)
This week’s line was:
Hope that you will join in on the fun with collabs and/or comments!
Everyone can participate…you need not to have left any lines.
The lines are located here: Get Lost in the Lines
Pick a few, add a few of your own…and create!
And Please…
Love & Light,
Angel
Welcome to the Saturday Share! I will be back a little later, but feel free to start without me! 🙂 Much love! :love: :love: :love:
MORNING AWAKEING
(*_*)
As I slowly crept out of bed
Wiping the matter from eyes to see more of
I begin to dread
Wondering what should I be fed
I could should would just love some ham and eggs
~
First I must get moving these legs
Perhaps toast are maybe just bread
It took awhile before I no longer felt dead
Know its going to be a great day
So just why did I have so much dread
~
A little jam on some raisin bread going though my head
But think Ill just have some hot coco instead
I am smelling the aroma of coffee and fresh baked bread
I inhaled the fresh air and scratched my head
That smell much be comin from the neighbor house cuz I just got outta bed
~
I even thought bout goin back to bed
Are lay in bed and grab a book and read instead
But instead I stepped into the day full speed ahead
Praying this is not a day I will dread
Just fun and sun shine ahead
~
Although my feet are feeling a bit like lead
But I so wanna to say hello to Ted
Thinking back to what was it he said
All while makin of the bed
We had are have we said everything that needs to be said
~
It was all because of the book I had read
And it gave me such a swell head
Scary books I do dread
Ex specially the one read bout the livin dead
Gives me nightmares and I said something that I maybe should not have said
~
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————- © May 16 , 2o13
I’m pretty sure I’ve never made it to a collab event, and this was a toughie for me, ‘cuz I never get out of bed slowly – more like popping out like a piece of toast, sometimes burnt! 🙄
Reading through all the lines got my head swirling, and instead of stumbling over them, I let them infuse a theme. It’s still a collab, because you all inspired it. Hope that you find this to be OK. With thanks for keeping the spirit of the CPC alive. You are the spirit. :love: :love: :love:
Leap
Leaping low from a lonely lake,
flapping madly with all his might,
circling slow to gain some height,
the forsaken loon makes a break;
caring little for laws of physics,
brittle formulae gravity bound,
lifted high on whirling sound:
the drone of chanting mystics.
Those who would render him prey
missed his tender mission;
seeking a limitless vision,
at misty dawn he flies away.
© Ted Meredith, May 2013
Last two lines over the Good Morning Love
Smiling knowing this was going to be a wonderful day as I knew why
Counting all the blessings that make me feel as I am going to fly
RUDE AWAKENING
On a storm-tossed sea, aboard a pirate ship,
upon the clear blue sky, I bumped my head.
Unconscious until the ship had reached its slip,
my body and soul became consumed with dread;
and when I awoke, a beat my heart did skip:
ninety-nine monkeys were jumping on my bed!
Once awake, my mind began a new trip.
Fond memories of her lingered in my head.
Finding that all my senses had been fed,
I smiled and shrugged, and went back to bed!
A Bettie’s Ottava Rima (ten lines) by RGD
The poetic simeons who bounced a line: Angelk Love (2), Jules (2).
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CPC Collab with pals: Scotorum, Barbara K, Jules, Flossie, Bettie, Diane
~Echoes of Dreams~
I reached sleepily for your pillow,
But you were no longer there,
In the room were the echoes of my dreams.
Tugging hungrily at my mind.
Time after time.
Bereft,
Into the darkness,
I could only stare.
Sitting on the dresser,
Our love letters silent,
Left unread.
Silly me,
Those daydreams still haunt…dance in my head.
Following the darkness of night,
Remembering…
Feeling …
The glide of your touch against my skin,
And finding that all my senses had been fed.
Yes,
Those night’s whisperings,
Still,
Linger in my head.
The years have gone by,
And someone else has already taken my place,
I think sadly,
This was not a reality,
I could erase.
As I roll over,
The sharp buzz of the alarm clock rings loudly,
Putting the pillow over my head,
Praying this would not be a day that I would not dread.
I rose slowly from my bed,
And felt the sunlight on my face,
Adding magic to this day.
Smiling,
Putting the echoes of my dreams,
Quietly,
Back in their place.
(c)jgard 2013
Fellow dreamers: Angel, Scotorum
:love: 😳 Many thanks Bettie! ~Jules