A Quick Interlude – DEADLINE NOV 30

Steps In Between

I have never broken my once a week Sunday post before – but I have news to share. As some of you know, I write a poetry series for Channillo.com called “Colors.” It is where I post two poems a week (every Monday and Friday) about the hues of life. I will add my book link below, but here’s the incredible news…

I’m up for three AWARDS with your kind VOTE!

I’ve been nominated for three different categories for the Channillo 2018 Awards: Best On-Going Series, Best New Series, and Best Poetry. If you are able and interested, I would love for you to check out my work and if you like what you see, give me a quick vote. The deadline is November 30th.

Here’s the LINK to VOTE: https://channillo.com/2018-channillo-awards/

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I truly enjoy writing for Channillo and am honored to be nominated. Thank you, in advance, for your support. I would…

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UNIMAGINABLE

HUMEPOETS

NOT MORTAL

I don’t know
how it’s
all going
to end,
but your eyes
draw me into
a tunnel
that leads
to your beauty,
not of mortal,
but an
unimaginable
world,
of my own
volition,
am your captive,
and why not?
where love
is the only
song playing
in my heart,
ringing in
my head,
knocking on
my mind,
I pray the
rhythm and
melody never
end,
so I remain
a prisoner
of your love
forever.

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Reworked Work #weeklysmile

Please come and enjoy Penny’s post – REWORKED – WORK! Be sure to check out her blog and archives too!

Penny Wilson Writes

I’ve had a lot to smile about this past week.  Chuck, a friend of mine over at The Reluctant Poet (who is a sweetheart for sharing some of my work) made some suggestions about formatting my poetry and prose for my upcoming book. I’m sure glad that he did!

The process of formatting, editing,  and proofing everything has been tedious.  But it’s paying off!  While putting said book together, I’ve discovered, what I think, may be a few hidden gems.  In my humble opinion.  🙂

In order to rework these poems, I have been forced to look at my work with fresh eyes.  Doing this has given me a completely new view of things and I am amazed at how differently I see things that I thought were just fine and set in stone the way they were.

Below, is a poem I wrote a long time ago.  It’s always been a…

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Daily Quote

Jo Hawk

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Today is the last day to log words for NaNoWriMo, and I have a challenge for you. Whether you long ago hit the 50,000-word goal, if you are near the goal, or even if you think there is no possibility for you to finish, I challenge you to finish strong today.

End the month with the same enthusiasm, the same eagerness as the first day you wrote. I challenge you to make today your best writing day for the entire month.  Don’t give up. Never give up. Remember the reason you started this journey and write.

How many words will you write today?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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I dream of your hands

Siren Whispers

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I dream of your hands

tangled like need

in my hair

as I breathe you in.

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I dream of your hands

finding every curve and line

touching them

molding them to your palms

like a sculptor.

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I dream of your hands

covering every inch of my skin

a blistering caress

that ignites my own fire.

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I dream of your hands

making my body sing

with a touch, a grasp

that tells me I am yours

my song for your ears only.

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I dream of your hands

and my own hands

become your proxy.

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Life is how you live it. (Part2)

Savvy Raj

Infinite moments are meant to happen
Every moment is not the same
There is much within you
That can turn the way this moment feels

Sometimes life can be challenging
Making every moment difficult
There can be pain, agony that seem endless
Or every moment may seem like a chore

Yet whatever the times that must pass us by
How we feel deep within is
in how we learn to take the moment .
In happiness and sorrow, in joy and pain.

Allow the moment to manifest itself
As it is meant to
Don’t fight it, for as it comes it shall go
Remember nothing lasts forever.

In the river of time these moments slip on
In the passage of time
And so gear up to experience a brand new moment .
For every moment is a fresh start.

See every moment in goodwill of hope
Awaken to the present…

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Friday Fantasy ~ The Piano – #poetry #whatdoyousee?

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”.  You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you.  More info can be found in the link below.


With each key he played, the monster, alive
Unaware was he, as he continued his song
Though he felt a presence, he could not decide
What it was he had been feeling, all along

Through the trees, moonbeams danced
It was though they could hear every note
The stars came down, wondering, perchance
If his playing was what kept them afloat

His life, in a book, his fantasies, played
As time passed by, the pages yellowed
He took in stride, what his mind displayed
All those nightmares, had truly mellowed

So he played, and he played, each note his own
Not caring what was happening around him
He…

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Winter goddess

Siren Whispers

img_9284He dreams of pure white flakes

in the dark storm of her hair

of laughing eyes

and cheeks pink from the cold

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He dreams of peeling off her clothes

laying her down in the snow

watching her shiver

before running his finger

down the length of her

her eyes locked upon his

body arching to his fingers

before covering her shivering body

with his heat

with his hands

with his mouth.

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He dreams of her,

his winter goddess

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*Not a new piece but I like it and beg the reader’s indulgence.

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Photograph by Esmahan Ozkan

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