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…is beautiful

…is beautiful

there was sunshine, laughter and a kiss
only things missing were the words
thought you heard innuendo tossed in the air
but it was partly cloudy

years later the forecast called for clear skies
you were surprised when i boldly asked
why is it i always kiss you first

your smile put me at ease
when you said let’s change that
pardon me if i am forever forward

© michele mitchell 2013
poetry prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/daily-prompt-daring-do/
photo credit : autumn rainbow © “Star”

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somewhere out there

ambivalence collided with apathy
souls shifted from the tipping of a see-saw
forcing cluster fucks to mock intimacy
we all need space
the final frontier
where there
is not now
nor is it planned for
get it while you can
give me all you got
then disappear
people only lose their light when blinded
Stars never need to be reminded to shine
find the recipe for Truth
mix Love and Light thoroughly
add adversity then pressure
watch the galaxy grow, glow
a supernova then explodes
rebirthing Stars to hang Hope upon
for whispered wishes.
© michele mitchell, 2013
Prompt : http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-30
Photo credit: http://scienceblogs.com/startswithabang/2009/12/16/looking-inside-at-baby-stars/

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“camden”

six minutes up the freeway
lies discarded hope in sunrises tainted with grey
dreams die in conversations poked by splintered stoops
plans popped like balloons by pipes or needles
wasn’t always that way

six minutes up the freeway
b-boys and fly girls danced, sung, kissed, clung to each other
fairytale lover bass lines bumped out of open trunks
sips were passed around in red cups
till tipsiness and bravado brought bullets and cops out

we went in tiny kitchens played spades for days
mommies made potato salad while daddies barbequed
babies weren’t born to babies who no one buried before their time

six minutes up the freeway
stench of abandoned buildings, heavy burdens, and broken households, blankets the air
trapped there by a system that cages young sons scraping for a way out of poverty
imagine the irony created by desperation, corruption, poor education, apathy
no longer notice the skyline or if the sunrises in skylines tainted in grey
even when the sun sets there’s still no hope in the horizon
six minutes up the freeway

© michele mitchell, 2013

Prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-27
Photo credit: Page by Glen Marszalowicz https://www.google.com/search/

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free yourself

free yourself

(Double Acrostic)

Finally recognized value of selF
Realized that you are indeed a jeweL
Exquisite onyx with an immaculate, natural shinE
Enslaved into dullness by your obligationS
You deserve so much betteR
Officially break free from the S.N.A.F.U.
Understand that men are allowed to receive Love toO
Rewrite your destinY
Scribe your futurE
Edit the mistakE
Leave the past at the back dooR
Free yourselF

© michele mitchell, 2013

Poetry Prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-26

Photo Credit: http://www.superstock.com/stock-photos-images/1848R-310320

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always yielding

always yielding

kind
patient
understanding
even when others prove
consistently inconsistent.

nowhere in the Bible does it say
thou shall be a doormat
porch to place problems upon

now demanding a detour
here are the signs
wrong way
do not enter
stay in your lane
better yet
STOP!!!

© michele mitchell, 2013
Poetry Prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-20
Photo credit:www.canstockphoto.com

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beautiful lie

beautiful lie

as he left
i said don’t wait too long to come back
understanding that there’s not enough time
some days
lied
plane trips are replaced by lifted Spirits
as our Love creates paradise in a lingering kiss
lied
don’t want to miss him anymore
the melody of my name moaned in pleasure
is on repeat like our favorite song
that was sung to me while rubbing my shoulders
making picture perfect memories
lied
said don’t wait too long to come back
never wanted him to leave
we have a life to create
stay

© michele mitchell, 2013
Prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-18
Photo Credit: http://www.sodahead.com

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air of truth

air of truth

had to allow it to enter
course through veins
pump through the heart
become purified
slow like meditation
comforts the mind
with understanding
combined with acceptance
embracing beauty
entwined with Peace
in order to exhale
freely
© michele mitchell, 2013

Prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-17
Artwork: “Oxygen” © Star, 2013

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not halfway

not halfway

not understanding why you were even drafted
then put on reserve on the bench
only saw time on the field
when others wanted to make you their Star
they padded your contract bumped up your salary
injured you then forced you to play
while they got compensation for your obligation
you don’t deserve to be loved halfway
half a heart won’t sustain your life
half a brain will drive you crazy
in my eyes you are a champion
i cheered for you then
now
always
safe with me is your Soul
to carry your Spirit within my Love
is my only goal.

© michele mitchell, 2013
Prompt : http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-16
Photo: Halfway © Star, 2013

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what happened

what happened

last year the revered season
tip toed quietly past
no cornucopias
harvest showers
forest foliage photo shoots
just cloud grey blankets
covering sunshine

this year too tired from running
storms tore the blushing from limbs
threw it to the dead ground
where it crunches beneath our feet
mocking the joy that once occurred
while gasping at Autumn rainbows
floating in the Sun

© michele mitchell, 2013

writing prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-15
art work : © November 8th Wedding-Star, 2013

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november duet

november duet

jazz in autumn wears a disguise
sunshine cloaked brass notes
souls who sleep snuggling on Sunday mornings
before biscuits, butter and marmalade are shared
coffee sipped like secrets
smiles and giggles scat affirmations
create lyrics under blankets warmed by true Love
Coltrane,
honesty
whoever called jazz cool
never crooned with you

© michele mitchell, 2013
Photo credit: http://www.camdengreenways.org/progress.html