Haiku – No Limits

Accept no limits.
Tear up “wait”… “can’t”… “cease”… “not yet”
And MEET the challenge!

 

Written for secret keeper’s weekly challenge, using the prompts – wait, meet, tear, accept, cease. http://thesecretkeeper.net/2016/01/04/weekly-writing-prompt-18/

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Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/nuriaijoancarles/2242220599

Freedom (poem)

Freedom to fly, on wings made of dreams
Always believing life’s more than it seems

Freedom to walk, toes squelched in the earth
Aiming to rise above our own birth

Freedom to dance, with smiles on our hips
The courage to write and rewrite life’s script

Freedom to fail, and flourish, and thrive,
Daring to do more than simply survive

Freedom is knowing that one day we’ll die,
But living before, with heads held up high

free

Written for OctPoWriMo Day 5 – a re-drafted version of an earlier poem on the theme of “freedom”

This Is My Freedom, Tell Me Yours (poem)

Freedom to fly, on wings made of dreams
Freedom to believe life’s more than it seems

Freedom to walk, toes squelched in the earth
Freedom to rise above our own birth

Freedom to dance, with smiles on our hips
Freedom to write and rewrite life’s script

Freedom to stand and lead the applause
Freedom to choose to heed our heart’s call

Freedom to fail, and flourish, and thrive,
Freedom to do more than simply survive

Freedom is knowing that one day we’ll die,
But living before, with heads held up high

free

"U is for… Used to be" (poem)

I used to be a secret agent, but tired of all that spying.
I used to be a hard worker, but found it much too trying.
I used to be as good as gold, but cashed it in for pennies.
I used to have a head of hair, but lost it in my twenties.

I used to believe; now my well of faith is dry
I used to have a future, before the years went by.
I used to give the orders: now I do what I’m told.
The worst thing about getting old is… getting old.

I used to be a copper, but rusted in the rain.
I used to be a cabbie, but longed to drive a train.
I used to be a wild animal: now I’m an indoor cat.
I used to be a little this, but now I’m more a that.

I used to be a Red, but now my colour’s Green.
I used to be Easter: now I’m Halloween.
Life used to be just better. Regrets? I have a few.
Know that when you’re tested, be careful what you do.

I used to be a fighter, but now am less a lover.
I used to be overt, but now I’m undercover.
I used to be a man of mystery, now my life’s an open book.
I used to be a president, but now I’m not a crook.

I used to wear sharp suits: now I’m dressing down.
I used to be lost: but still I don’t feel found.
I used to be a big cheese. I’m now a Babybel.
I wonder about the choices that led to my own hell.

I used to be cutting edge, but now my wits are dulled.
I used to be a writer, but all my tales are told.
I used to be hot stuff: now I’m yesterday’s stuffing.
I used to be a million: now I’m more like nothing.

I used to be the many, but now I’m in the few.
I used to have the answers: now I wonder what to do.
I used to be. Now, not to be. A life unmade;
A belt unbuckled; a song unsung; a piano unplayed.

I used to be in the circle, now I’m outside looking in.
I used to be hot-headed, now I take it on the chin.
I used to be a dreamer; now it’s a bloody nightmare.
I used to be spontaneous, but now it’s only childcare.

I used to play the king, but now I wear no crown.
I used to be an adverb; now I’m just a noun.
I used to have it all; then we had to part.
Everything changed in the blinking of a heart.

I used to tell tall tales, but time has changed a lot.
Should you believe a word of this?

You should not.

nostalgia