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Sunday, July 22, 2018
Treasures
Tasha wants us to write about our treasures - what do we treasure most in life. Or write about treasures in general (pirates treasure, buried treasure) or even someone else's treasure.
I've been away too long. Between a visiting grandchild and a summer camp to run, it's just taken forever to get back on track once it all ended. I decided to get this one in early and try to go back and do a poem and comment on the past two weeks.
TREASURES
Treasures shimmer in my daily existence. Rare moments of uncontrollable laughter. Early morning walks up tree covered footpaths. Accomplishments that others may not notice. Strawberries, picked fresh, juice bursting with each bite. Urgent, soft kisses before a departure. Relaxing in a hot bath at 6 a.m.. Encouraging words when they are essential. Sunrise on the mountain, colors bursting dawn.
this be a pirating poem. no. i didn't bury her on a desert island......though i was sorely tempted ha ha.
BURIED TREASURE
aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggghhhhhhh! she was my pirating wench she was partly welsh and partly french we hoisted the jolly roger that pirating cove was more trouble than the artful dodger
falling over and being sick on grog though there be treasure underneath her lying teeth but i'd more trust a vicious dog
she was a ships pussy cat but more of a wharf rat could be the sweetest thing could be the worst the devil could bring.
this is gonna have to be the fastest poem ever written straight up on a screen, if i'm gonna finish before the library closes. here we go.
ALL THAT GLISTERS
she turned out to be fools gold but i still believed all her promises of treasure that she told when she left, i just felt old and all the treasure turned to mold would still take my wayward lamb back in to the fold i now have the money, to make her a lady of leisure and not just a seeker of transitory pleasure
now my treasure is my books and library ladies saucy looks and my harmonica breaks even when i'm drunk and make mistakes.
phew! made it to the end with 2 minutes to spare. take care everyone - paul.
The poem I wanted, for this prompt, wouldn't come together. Everyone else has taken the other ways this prompt could go. Rather than post a boring poem, a stupid poem, or a redundant poem I will probably not have anything for this one. Can I be forgiven this once?
i forgive you bonita. could you not get a little one together for today.....that sounds quite rude, but you'd have to be english for that type of humour
What are our treasures that we hold so dear measured by time, which the lack of we fear The value of an item can be disputed it's worth can be highly convoluted
I fear for my most regarded possessions We're killing Earth with mental regressions Where will we put safely that which we love When it's nothing but poison below and above
I am glad I experienced life in this reality Is spite mean people's destructive duality We need to treasure our life giving Earth Or our careless ways will be our dearth
Have we waited too long and is it too late Is there any necessity for us to debate What have we done to our greatest treasure
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust It's the same sentence for the evil or just This planet is a gift to be held above all What a waste if it all should wither and fall
I've been away too long. Between a visiting grandchild and a summer camp to run, it's just taken forever to get back on track once it all ended. I decided to get this one in early and try to go back and do a poem and comment on the past two weeks.
ReplyDeleteTREASURES
Treasures shimmer in my daily existence.
Rare moments of uncontrollable laughter.
Early morning walks up tree covered footpaths.
Accomplishments that others may not notice.
Strawberries, picked fresh, juice bursting with each bite.
Urgent, soft kisses before a departure.
Relaxing in a hot bath at 6 a.m..
Encouraging words when they are essential.
Sunrise on the mountain, colors bursting dawn.
Finally got last week's comments and poem done (I actually did have it partly done anyway.
Deletethis is beautiful and yes these are our treasures... those precious moments that are all too fleeting.
Deletethese are the treasures we live for - nice one vic - love and peace - paul.
DeleteThose are the kinds of treasures I store up too. Thanks for the lovely images, you have been missed.
DeleteNo one noticed it's an acrostic. LOL
Deletehow did I miss that when I love acrostics!!!! sigh... well done!!!!
Deletethis be a pirating poem. no. i didn't bury her on a desert island......though i was sorely tempted ha ha.
ReplyDeleteBURIED TREASURE
aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggghhhhhhh! she was my pirating wench
she was partly welsh and partly french
we hoisted the jolly roger
that pirating cove was more trouble than the artful dodger
falling over and being sick on grog
though there be treasure underneath
her lying teeth
but i'd more trust a vicious dog
she was a ships pussy cat
but more of a wharf rat
could be the sweetest thing
could be the worst the devil could bring.
Paul, you do have a way with pirating images and words. Good one.
DeleteI love this. It could almost fit in a Gilbert and Sullivan musical!
Deletegreat job!!! hoist the mainsail! love it!
Deletethanks tash. she was more trouble than not been able to find your stashed gold in a jamaican rum house in a hurricane - love and peace paul.
Deletepirates of penzance perhaps vic? a bit old for climbing to the crows nest nowadays - love and peieces of eight - paul.
Deleteaaaarrrggghhh ye be a pirating young wench yourself bonita. just don't touch my booty ha haaaarrrggghhh - love and lost treasure - paul.
DeleteTreasured Love
ReplyDeleteYou are my treasure, and I am your treasure,
we treasure each other and know
that ever and always our love will go on
wherever we happen to go.
With thanks we awaken each morning,
each evening we bed down the day
as we live out this lifetime together
sharing our work and our play.
We may disagree on some details
yet daily we follow along
the path we are crafting together
that's made of a kiss and a song,
We mine every day for its lessons
and rejoice in whatever we've learned,
our treasure is always increasing,
and cannot be stolen or burned.
for we always come back to the center
to find where we meet at the heart
and embrace in our circle of loving
this treasure we've known from the start.
I love how we have each had such different takes on the prompt. Lovely poem.
Deletevery pretty but too many treasures in the first verse makes that a difficult verse to read
DeleteThanks for your comments,nice to hear.Bonnie, I am not sure how I could fix that first verse,, Bonnie, any suggestions?
DeleteYou are my treasure, and I am yours
Deletewe adore each other and know
that ever and always our love will go on
wherever we happen to go.
Nice, Thanks!
Deletelove how much you love each other tash. a rare thing nowadays - love and pizza - paul.
Deletethis is gonna have to be the fastest poem ever written straight up on a screen, if i'm gonna finish before the library closes.
Deletehere we go.
ALL THAT GLISTERS
she turned out to be fools gold
but i still believed all her promises of treasure
that she told
when she left, i just felt old
and all the treasure turned to mold
would still take my wayward lamb back in to the fold
i now have the money, to make her a lady of leisure
and not just a seeker of transitory pleasure
now my treasure is my books
and library ladies saucy looks
and my harmonica breaks
even when i'm drunk and make mistakes.
phew! made it to the end with 2 minutes to spare. take care everyone - paul.
a lot of vivid images. could use a little fixing up but all in all a good write
Deletecan't get the reply thing to work. bet it works this time
Deleteyou know why it worked? i punched the computer....sigh
DeleteThe poem I wanted, for this prompt, wouldn't come together. Everyone else has taken the other ways this prompt could go. Rather than post a boring poem, a stupid poem, or a redundant poem I will probably not have anything for this one. Can I be forgiven this once?
ReplyDeletei forgive you bonita. could you not get a little one together for today.....that sounds quite rude, but you'd have to be english for that type of humour
DeleteNo worries, as they say, you are doing just fine!
DeleteTreasures
ReplyDeleteWhat are our treasures that we hold so dear
measured by time, which the lack of we fear
The value of an item can be disputed
it's worth can be highly convoluted
I fear for my most regarded possessions
We're killing Earth with mental regressions
Where will we put safely that which we love
When it's nothing but poison below and above
I am glad I experienced life in this reality
Is spite mean people's destructive duality
We need to treasure our life giving Earth
Or our careless ways will be our dearth
Have we waited too long and is it too late
Is there any necessity for us to debate
What have we done to our greatest treasure
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
It's the same sentence for the evil or just
This planet is a gift to be held above all
What a waste if it all should wither and fall
you have some good imagery here and a lot of emotion... but... yes there is a but... the rhymes feel so forced at times it made it a difficult read
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