with no commitments and all excuses
Astounded,
Not furious but definitely anxious,
On time,
Never cared, never used to it so,
Astounded.
No experience of success but,
Yes, Some experience,
of dreams,
May be just busy in nothing, why,
Astounded.
Some fascination with this world still,
Not complete disenchantment,
from life, yet,
Battered all over though, how,
Astounded.
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Good evening and see you next time.
Every morning, when I open my WordPress interface, I find at least half a dozen revered blogs for voluntarily participation in “prompt bonanza” with very unique prompts. Every morning, I get so very motivated that it seems by evening I shall have my reads submitted to each one of them. And trust me, I more or less find myself repeating the same exercise the next morning having submitted none. For me, “Grapes are always sour” so, I respond to Dr. Tanya on her Blogging Insights series with her set of questions in the following manner-
How do writing prompts affect your creativity? Do they expand it, or do they restrict it?
I think essentially for “poets” prompts do not foster much creativity except for some prompts, which by themselves, are considered creative. We tend to write more applying our mind with all permutations along with the thematic idea, if there, to perfectly fit in. We “the poets” corroborate the stanza and lines with lesser poetic perspective and without getting that nurtured in the delicate way it should be. Prompt writing may be creative for versatile writers who also happen to be ‘poets’, with due apology to all average ones like myself. Any given circumstances, condition, time phase, pre depicting way, style, methodology etc can be made prompts for more creativity.
Can they be considered ‘real’ or ‘true’ writing?
Of course not! As I said, if it doesn’t come from the heart, it can be real but not true to the very same poet writing it since, in my opinion, poets think from the heart rather than mind. Anyone with a certain know how and command over language can write on whatever being asked to.
What is your favourite kind of prompt?
As a staunch debater, I would love anything that I understand even a little bit of but not as a ‘poet’. At last, my sincere apology to all who have been writing on prompts and to those revered hosts giving it for I never mean to undermine their sincerity and dedication towards poetry.
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Good afternoon and see you next time.
You will always have some complaints,
And myself some illusions about you.
Please keep quiet about the complaints,
And let me be silent on all illusions.
Along with the time,
May our memories not outflow,
Let everything fall away but,
Let our eyes and hearts keep all,
You share only a tiny bit of that and,
I will also take anything only slowly,
To replace, till we were to live.
You will always have some complaints,
And myself some illusions about you.
If you adopt any other way in life, its fine,
Let the colour of “ our love” not be depleted,
If you move in other relation in life, its fine,
Let our relation be not altered ever,
Let that never disintegrate, we agree,
You may try other ways in life and,
Let me try something else, too,
Please keep quiet about the complaints,
And let me be silent on all illusions.
You will always have some complaints,
And myself some illusions about you.
Please keep quiet about the complaints,
And let me be silent on all illusions.
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Good afternoon and see you next time.
Abstracted mind, Actions confined,
Shattered dreams, Smiles & screams,
Intrigued wait, Very distinct trait,
Diminishing hope, Grit to elope.
~ It must’ve been love~ ( By Roxette )
No reason to smile, no hate no guile,
Always a hope, anything to cope,
Mirthful mind, sweetheart very kind,
Desire to live, make others happy & forgive.
For Eugi’s Prompt:
https://amanpan.blog/2023/02/14/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-130-2-14-2023-sweetheart/
For David’s W3:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/02/15/w3-prompt-42-weave-written-weekly/
Puente-
The form has three stanzas with the first and third having an equal number of lines and the middle stanza having only one line (title of a song as required in this case) which acts as a bridge (puente) between the first and third stanza. The first and third stanzas convey a related but different element or feeling, as though they were two adjacent territories. The number of lines in the first and third stanza is the writer’s choice as is the choice of whether to write it in free verse or rhyme.
The center line is delineated by a tilde (~) and has ‘double duty’. It functions as the ending for the last line of the first stanza AND as the beginning for the first line of the third stanza. It shares ownership with these two lines and consequently bridges the first and third stanzas.
Good evening and see you next time
When in despair, No one fair,
Afflicting ways, passive phrase,
You will find me by your side,
Lovingly.
Darken whole, blistering soul,
Ruptured heart, efforts thwart,
You will find me by your side,
Lovingly.
Lonely in crowd, cry aloud,
Nothing but pain, all in vain,
You will find me by your side,
Lovingly.
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Good evening and see you next time.
Written for Eugenia’s Moonwashed Musings! https://amanpan.blog/2023/02/07/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-129-2-7-2023-lovingly/
May not be a King of Spades,
But always a King of Heart(s),
‘Thrown’ for winning not defeating,
Whenever there, in one’s cart.
Deadly in ‘triplet,’ better in ‘pairs’,
Lethal if ‘sequenced’ with others,
Very defending in ‘colors’ of all,
Even alone, no relinquishment at all.
Written for Linda’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday – “Heart”
https://lindaghill.com/2023/02/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-feb-11-2023/
Good afternoon and see you next time.
Like many others, I also get fancied by the “one liners” or the “quotable quotes.” Sometimes, it is difficult to choose which is a better quote between the two recognized and popular ones. A few of the dilemmas are as follows-
80% of Success is Showing Up
Vs
Success is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration
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Never assume that things will be straight forward… the minute you think that, the opposite always seems to happen
Vs
It’s said that when you desperately want something, the universe conspires to make it happen!
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To love is to burn, to be on fire!
Vs
It’s better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all!
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I fully appreciate and enjoy the ‘one liner Tuesdays’ or ‘Wednesdays’ by many revered bloggers, but I urge and request that there should be ‘two liners Fridays’ or ‘Saturdays‘ also as a weekend leisure. ☺️😊
Good Morning and see you next time.
Courtesy for a couple of quotes- Google & butismileanyway.com
Not a “revelation” when I say-
Better than my daughter saying with command “My father”,
Your simple nod for something I don’t ask,
Better than my wishes coming true,
Your denial to what I meekly ask for.
No lesser You coming across to my life,
Than my mother giving me birth,
No lesser my desire to like you,
Than the birth of my kiddies.
Better than me getting a treasure,
You making me wait for your false promise,
Better than time to get in Heaven,
Moments of our cries and tears together.
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Good Morning and see you next time.
Written for: Eugenia’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #128 – 1/31/2023 – “Revelation”
Each and every one of us had to read Jane Taylor’s ” Twinkle Twinkle little star” during our childhood days for ourselves and during our parenthood days for our kids. It just occurred to me as to how a child would rhyme the same poem in some of the major cities of the developing world today where finding a very clear sky during nights is not a mundane phenomenon.
Here is my effort towards this, and I would earnestly urge not to treat this just as a “parody” but to weigh the precarious status of the pollution levels in almost all the major cities.
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star,
How I wonder where you are!
Up above the world so high,
You used to be once there in the sky.
Even the blazing Sun is gone,
And he nothing shines upon,
Still, you show not your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, waiting all the night.
Earthly Travellers will be in the “DARK“,
Please come with your tiny “spark“,
We cannot see which way to go,
If we don’t let you twinkle so.
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star,
How I wonder where you are!
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I pay my tributes to Late Jane Taylor, regards to all the media houses who published the poem Twinkle- Twinkle and all bloggers who through their blogs/poem on nature /serenity /solitude /life in the cities have motivated myself for this.
Two more stanzas are there in the original version for other enthusiastic bloggers to look at.
Good Evening and see you next time.
You remember or not,
You rest in my breath,
You desire or not,
You are my quest,
For the rest of my life,
You know or not,
Even if I’m not in you,
You remain in my everything.
Good evening and see you next time.
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