Day: May 23, 2019

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge May 21, 2019

~ thereluctantpoet

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TUES PROMPTDevereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt:  

Use the phrase “crushed dreams” in a piece of poetry or prose.

Happy writing!

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Heartache Avenue

~ thereluctantpoet

Bluejean Songster

Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty

I’m not that girl you thought was so pretty

That red dress and that long blond hair

That rode in that Cadillac, going everywhere

Making you look good cause she’s so sweet

Ignoring you really when your friends meet

So there is her crown, it’s made of money

She’s not your real sweetheart, not your honey

She doesn’t care, just don’t give a crap

And neither do you as she sits on your lap

Ah, the nature of women, the nature of men

The lust of flesh, again and again

So you’re with this person

That you don’t even like

See ya baby

Go take a hike

Cause you got that girl

In that hot red dress

And that’s your reality

It must be, I guess

And I’m not her

I can’t be like that

So leave it there

Put on your hat

Say…

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Music to my soul

~ thereluctantpoet

NIGHTMARE FANTASY

Move your body in time to tones

Slowly gracefully as you go

I am a ghost of a simple past

Tasting a painting that can not last

Faded with time I am all that left

But dance to remember what you loved best

Move your body in time to beats

Stationed swaying as you think

I am a spirit from the past

Tasting a memory that can not last

Faded with love that never left

Dance to the music that you love best.

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1000 Miles

~ thereluctantpoet

Olivia Carolynn Writes

Smears of acrylic on whitewashed walls – 

a textured semblance of longing.

Could I travel 1000 miles to see it for myself?

 

Instead I sculpt a formation of features with

fingers sunk deeply into the faintest of gray clay – 

a molding of predictability and ease.

 

Being known across borders,

yet encapsulated in secrecy, 

am I prisoner or patron of this private gallery? 

 

With hammer and chisel I strive with sweat pouring

to reveal a face I do not know.

Beyond my reach stands a being exquisite – 

the shape of which my soul perceives before my eyes see.

 

Floor to wall and wall to ceiling –

imprisoned by a contract, concrete-clad.

When paint turns to dust, clay hardens,

and the stranger’s statue shatters – 

I feel relief at last.

 

Step outside this studio of pretend – 

behold the rush of air.

To feel your…

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My midnight dancer

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

My midnight dancer

A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me, I had the saddest eyes in Monterey.

We danced to the good songs and I loved her coffee-brown eyes, her laughter. She told me, I was New York born and I was reborn Big Sur free and my Gypsy soul was found. I left the noise of New York and the sea is my love now.

I loved her long brown hair blowing in the Pacific wind, I loved how her long white cotton dress moved with her body as she danced with the moving waves. She came to me and she whispered. Dark Poet, the only way to forget the regret of yesterday is to create better places. better memories. Please toss-off your shoes and you…

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The Price of Revenge

~ thereluctantpoet

Bluejean Songster

The price of revenge

Is worse than it seems

The price of revenge

Is shattered dreams

Teardrops that fall

One by one

Knowing you’re finished

Before you’ve begun

Enough drops in the bucket

To make a flood

Drops of sweat

Drops of blood

The price is high

Be prepared to pay

The price is high

To have your way

It’s sleepless nights

While you toss and turn

Wondering whether

Your soul will burn

Make sure that you have

Plenty of nerve

Make sure that you have

Enough reserve

You’ll slay the dragon

He’ll lay at your feet

You’ll see the demon

You had to meet

But think about it

It’s worse than it seems

The price of revenge

Is shattered dreams

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