Day: February 26, 2020
Daffodils
Yellow and gorgeous
they gleam from the vase
on the table, a nod to the Spring
Shouting a welcome
they want us to dance
and lift up our voices and sing
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Rolling Along
Merrily we roll along
with a song
all day long
lighting the way with love
What if your mission today
is simply to spread loving
energy wherever you go
to bless all you see
shine the light on everyone
light the path to
help others find the way?
It is noble work,
kind, generous, sure to
help you grow, too.
Are you going to work today?
Dangerous Thoughts
They way he looked
at her
He stared in to her soul
The way he kissed her
Giddy with loss of her control
Dangerous liaisons
Cause cheeks of cherry red
Delirious with the flush of magic
Sensibility of her mind has fled
Passionate moments
Dangerous thoughts
Aroused by temptation
Desire ties her in knots
He turns
He walks away
She is left with the blush
Of suggestive pleasure
#godoggo
Making Waffle – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: pm.gov.au
“Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man, and our politicians take advantage of this prejudice by pretending to be even more stupid than nature made them.” Bertrand Russell
Making Waffle
The hubris riddled party hack
wandered the vaulted halls as
if he owned them,
sniffing at intrusions,
throwing disdain at the press,
ignoring widows and orphans,
hating on foreigners,
making excuses for the inexcusable,
and feathering his nested future,
waffling to a groaning sundry
of his pointless achievements,
to the point that he was anaesthetic,
and ended in a jam.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Breaking Horses
The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – February 24
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 55 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? If you didn’t, what stopped you? Self-doubt can leave you feeling like a deer in the headlights, petrified, off-balance, and powerless. Instead of using your precious minutes to type even a handful of words on the page, you allow yourself to be distracted.
Perhaps you stare at a blank screen, convinced your work recounts an incoherent trip along a winding road leading you nowhere. Your vivid imagination has forsaken you, leaving you in a void of uninspired darkness. You suspect you are a fraud who will never be good enough.
Breathe. Think about the adventure you want your audience to experience, explore your plot, meet…
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#Quadrille: For I am a Poet
“have i gone mad?
im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Once I peeled back layers
of who I thought I was
I found my true heart’s calling
in cooing of mourning doves
and a cloudless azure sky.
For I am a poet,
an observer in this world
I write fanciful words
with wings unfurled.
dVerse Poets Pub: #Quadrille #98- Peelings, nothing more
Go Dog Go Cafe: Promote Yourself Monday
Thanks
Count your blessings, everyday is gift.
-Yonnie
InHisCare
20200224
Sunbeam Herbstnebel, Pixabay Image
Restlessness
Spare me from
restlessness
busyness
fruitless doing
a need to do more
then more
The Reluctant Poet 