…and they’re off


from wooden slatted seats

striped from sunlight

 heard a grey horse whinny

her jockey

adorned in emerald


whispered into her ear

Lil Lucky Girl

number 6

trotted to the gate…

to this day

love grey horses

emerald everything

favorite number is 6

Lil Lucky Girl

came in first

in a memory that will always have a place

© michele mitchell, 2014

Prompt : The Daily Post: Three Hundred and Sixty Five Days of Writing Prompts-Feb 28

Photo Credit: http://philadelphia.cbslocal.com




still on the ground
walkin on air
fillin the empty spaces
between sounds
with movement
winding within rhythm that hits em
they drop
to cardboard covered streets
pop lock to the beat
climb up colorful walls
ride the sky
by sliding on clouds
limboing with sunbeams
moonwalkin magically
while still on the ground
© michele mitchell, 2014
Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/27/prompt-dance/

5, 6, 5, 6, 7…

8. …put on your red shoes and dance the blues | thoughtsofrkh

9. Ring My Bell | Greg Urbano

10. Tip and The Daily Prompt: Mom Taught Me The Chaleston | The Jittery Goat

11. Daily Prompt: Dance | EmeraldCity


the bloodiest truth


guidelines for this poem

topic: black walk street, Tulsa, OK

10 stanzas

five lines per stanza

no more than six words per line

bullets have no names but bombs do

exploding with pseudo self-evident truths

contingent upon hues of skin

when someone blows up oklahoma

sets sentences according to color

envious blue eyes

combined with cowardly yellow bellies

make spiteful frightful slithering snakes

poisonous fangs pierce brown skinned progress

rip apart hope like paper rainbows

bloody confetti streaked smoky skies

celebrating murdered dreams prior to King

ignited by hate

fueled with fear

leaving burning crosses and questions…

who drops bombs on city blocks??!

empties automatic weapons into homes?

forces fire fighters to flee?

then doesn’t serve time?

oh, never mind…

even hidden history

repeats itself

if it’s effective

no matter how heinous

the stutter

let facts douse your doubt

osage hills, oklahoma

rebuilt their own then thrived

osage avenue, philadephia

cried inside chitlin and scrapple homes

built from shoddy blueprints

drawn with apathy

foundation haunted with screams of five


black babies

right hand of the law

uses a tainted thumb


the truth


no one parts their mouths

asks who pays for sins committed

contingent on the skin’s hue

lady justice isn’t really blind

she just covered her eyes

the firing squad

will be her executioner





© michele mitchell, 2014

Prompt from k/d/morris

Photo credit: http://richmalley.com




strutting on rainbows in stilettos to the silver line in the horizon

where the sky is pretty pleased to meet the Sea and gratitude is second nature

indigo whispers calm my mind as i bathe in emerald sunrays that brews tea for two

you sip slowly as healing too quickly may shock your system

don’t disturb this groove

in my heart there are teetotalers and krimpets playin double dutch wit drunks and dragons

and we all got along fine, no fires just ice cream, ice cream cherry on top

of the moon much too soon to come out

the Sun’s still shinin

cuz there’s a party over here in the silver line of the horizon

© michele mitchell, 2014

Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/26/daily-prompt-sweet-dreams/

Photo credit: http://alainsojourner.com/chicago-pilsen-graffiti/

Other Dreamers:

  1. I Dreamed About Avril Lavigne | THE BLACK SPAGHETTI CHRONICLES
  2. Imaginary | La Gatita Oscura
  3. Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) | Incidents of a Dysfunctional Spraffer
  4. Fairy Wings- Non Fiction | Rose-tinted Rambles
  5. One Crazy Mom » My Worst Nightmare


forever and a day


They were each other’s’ Light. In the darkest days, his aura was an urgent dawn rushing to mate with her blushing dusk. It was no surprise that they would share their vows when the horizon was consumed with the colors of Joy. And when the Sun dipped into the Sea, their Lovemaking made all the stars twinkle.

© michele mitchell, 2014

Photo Credit: hqwide.com


duets sssss (double acrostic/tanka)


Damning the lyrics

United heartbeats play notes

Exalting the truths

Through enchanted melodies

Solos give birth to Love songs

© michele mitchell, 2014

Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/25/daily-prompt-we-got-the-beat/

Photo Credit: eswalls.com

Other songs:

  1. Beats Till My Heart Beats | Views Splash!
  2. I’m IN the Band | S K I P
  3. My Band: a poem – Daily Prompt | alienorajt
  4. Just call me Tabbycat… part of the T’Cats crew. | thoughtsofrkh
  5. Jamming | Knowledge Addiction

wrecked more or less


like broken pencils and promises

birthday cake at twelve was a pointless

excuse to be ushered into back bedrooms

where demands drowned out tearful pleas

ripe innocence was ripped apart with whiffle ball bat handles

she was supposed to be my friend

she forced her icing down my throat

please don’t sing that damn song

never liked cake again.

© michele mitchell, 2014

Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/24/daily-prompt-shake-it-up/

Photo credit: http://www.corbisimages.com/

Other folks:

  1. Daily Prompt: Shake it Up | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
  2. Never having had a birthday party I worry about how to throw one for my son « psychologistmimi
  3. A blown-out candle | MC’s Whispers
  5. Daily Prompt: Being Twelve! | All Things Cute and Beautiful

Field of Flowers Award


It takes a long time for me to follow written directions now. (see about page) So I want to apologize to znjavid because initially I thought I was being spammed or something. But I also want to warmly express my gratitude as well. I started following A Mom’s Blog because I adored her ability to transform what some would call “common” into gorgeous imagery through words and/or photos. I am honored she nominated me.

Ok so in order to accept this award, I have to choose seven other bloggers and list them here and give a brief reason why. As I am really new to blogging and am unsure of the etiquette, I won’t go to their individual pages as some of the bloggers are really well established (I think…lol) and I don’t want to bug them. But I will list them here.

More Flowers:

  1. Being Jazzybeatchick Jazz, poetry, and damn tasty looking food. I want to be her when I grow up. J
  2. iithinks It’s like he reads my mind and writes it. (Checks under bed just in case) When I read his work I don’t feel so alone.
  3. tenderheartmusings ∙ I don’t have the words to describe how I feel about her work other than READ HER NOW!!!
  4. Wuji Seshat Nibada Okay when I read his work, I actually get mad…LOL…Magic Incarnate (does that even make sense?) I hope so. READ HIM NOW.
  5. Notes Along The Path One of the first bloggers to welcome me aboard. Her kind words made me feel as if I were safe at home.
  6. The Culture Monk I find myself laughing and agreeing with 98.6 % of what he says. Really!!!
  7. Source of Inspiration She may not know it, but my Spirit feels safe with her nourishing words. I hope she doesn’t think I have stalker tendencies, but I look for her words everyday.

I hope you all enjoy their blogs as much as I do.