Stay home
Read a good book
Write an inspiring poem
Bake some sugar cookies
Enjoy
Cinquain
Stay home
Read a good book
Write an inspiring poem
Bake some sugar cookies
Enjoy
Cinquain
Old Benjamin sits
In US Bank’s Town Square.
His wisdom behooves
Those who listen,
Learn,and get involved
“Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.”
—Benjamin Franklin
“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.”
—Benjamin Franklin
“You may delay, but time will not.”
—Benjamin Franklin
For More Benjamin Franklin Quotes visit the link below:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/289513.Benjamin_Franklin
Today I wrote a word
Just one short word
It sat there awhile
All alone it sat
Until inspiration
Caused it to grow
And multiply itself
Creating a story
Of three thousand words
The power of pen
And inspiration
Can change the world
Syllabic Verse
New Year days in flight,
Flying away like fall leaves.
What is your vision?
Are your dreams anchored down,
To withstand the winds of time?
Tanka
And the LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry Habakkuk 2:2-3
Poetry or Prose? Only the scholar knows what label thoughts on paper take or whether lines run together or break, the rules. Do I write to please a scholar, or to empty my head of floating syllables that wake me in the night? My answer is that I must ignor the scholar’s frown as I write down those words, thoughts, feelings in my head, waiting to be said, before they fly away to the land of dread, where they are doomed to fade away beneath piles of broken dreams and things unspoken, left to lie and die in the dust of lost opportunity and missed chance. Form can be a friend, I treasure it to no end, but there are times when thoughts run free and words won’t bend to fit in a syllabic line. So, prose then, can be my friend, as I randomly write into the night, words running ahead the thoughts in my head, tempting my fingers to tap the keys and create a space for them to live on paper.
Prose?
What should I write about?
Something I seek or see?
Something that deserves a shout?
What should I write about?
Things that I believe or doubt?
Something I hope or dream will be?
What should I write about?
Something I seek or see?
Triolet
Write every day.
I must have a lot to say.
Does anyone read?
Senryu
Many of us wonder this I am sure.
Though I don’t write to receive feedback it is always appreciated.
Thank you for reading my poems and all the likes and comments you’ve posted over the years. 😊
A human Finger writes in the sand,
Words a heart needs to say.
And a dry Bone held in a hand,
Draws word pictures in moist clay.
A Reed blowing in a Egypt’s land,
Is used to scribe events of the day.
And Romans, in their culture so grand,
Invent the Stylus, so they say.
Anglo-Saxons cleverly planned,
To write books using a Quill as a way.
Then upon the world’s Grand-Stand,
The lead Pencil’s design is put on display,
Yet, Pencil writing was undermanned,
So ink Pens were created in various array.
But, for all those invented, both great and bland,
The Finger is still used to text and sign today.
Rhyme