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Tough Elements, Sunday Whirl #389

Tough elements inhibit my judgement.
Sitting on trial, the night denies its chill.
Is it shy?

A file will help me do the bars.
I signal my help on the street.
Although, the prison’s all mine,
they still come to rescue.

Tough elements swipe through the colony.
The night hints at the approaching dawn.

(c) 2018 MK

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Sunday Whirl 372 – My Bruised Vision

The matches light the room
at least a tiny portion where I can use my bruised vision

I love my nails although my hand is numb and aches
A match goes off and I strike another one

There is a rusty mail close to the door
Like a knight, a guard of honour to secure the place
and make sure all splendour is safe – princes, princesses and all

That reminds me
of my blossomed rich garden, where every flower is caged in safety
surrounded by metal edges and love.

The door is unhinged and falls on my aching hand
raising stars before my eyes and voices in my head

I listen close and savour the voices.
I exert my eyes and savour the gleams.
I think all I can and savour the ideas rumbling in my brain.
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The Kick-Ass Princess

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Amazed with my soul
that sighs in silent music tones
and busts in awful failures.

The system needs restart
to the level of awesomeness
it enjoyed a while ago.

My head’s a mess,
even more so than my verse.
If there exists a visit
of reason and rhyme,
trump me with it.

The CD spins its endless tune.
I get off, all dressed up for party –
a kick-ass princess with a headache.

© 2015, MK

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Passions Wordle

Long time no see, ha 😉 Here I am, with Sunday Whirl #170, a full 70 weeks after the last time I participated. This time, I decided to go about it in a different way. The funny thing is, I got to the same place as always.
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Here is my Passions poem:
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Passions hum, Storming

the forest of my poems.

Without words,
magic cannot thrive
w
hile all eyes are fixed
on a creature that hangs
her shabby clothes outside
a wooden shack,
deep in my thought,
so far that no one can see her.

Jump to the music
of wordless forest magic.

© 2014, mariya koleva

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Persuasion

Here I am, back to Sunday Wordle and my poem take on their amazing prompt #122

sunday-wordle-122*PERSUASION*

If you stay
And let me get your heart
Persuaded to share this with me.
If we remain nestled and lovely,
That period would be a tribute
To the years that I dreamed
alone, my eyes fixed on the floor,
space throbbing in degrees
of pangs and brilliance.

If I can get you
and let you
stay persuaded.

©2013, soulmary

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Places Change (and Stretch)

Happy to say the Sunday Whirl has its 100th weekly prompt on! Thanks to Brenda and her dedication, we are able to enjoy this wonderful community, to write more poems and to enjoy even more 🙂

Here is the wordle:

100

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Places change, they stretch and faint

in time when trains arrive to share

calls sombre, well-behaved,

and weird words.

They create and master our mood.

Out on the street we blindly brood –

a silent march

 

Where places change

to never die.

© 2013 Mariya Koleva

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The printed word remains, sunday wordle 55

Sunday Wordle #55align, emerging, print, cobalt, vibrate, contrast, chance, wink, dot, grind, clear, hook

Align this text
with all your dots
you put in there
by mere chance.

Let’s print it clear
in contrast
Emerging
from the grind
you close in on me
The hook
above the door vibrates
with that perpetual
and cobalt wink

The text is still
on print
though your shadow
and your swiftness
faded. 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Also shared with Poets United Poetry Pantry #99

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A Wordle and Seashore, Day 9

NaPoWriMo, Day 9

1. Sunday wordle #51

Destiny brings to addiction
The sorrows you spill in a story
Or in those staggering songs
That dusk carries on
A heart is broken
Over a mate who’s buried
And marrow is frozen
Over destiny’s sorrows.

2. Haiku Heights – Seashore

Sand lying asleep

Decorated by shells

Gulls echo waves

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Theatrical Wordle

Sunday Whirl comes with Wordle #48 – A Baker’s Dozen

Let’s carry on singing!
And limit the drama
and the gestures of the hand.
The theatre hallways
are always
crowded with
inherent admiration;
and with previous delivery
that follows
the sources of your
theatrical drives.

Reach out for
dramatic crescendo.
Vivendo!

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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a white shadow that will not go away

The Sunday Wordle #46:

The white shadow returned
Hungrier than ever
Craving for
The pretty fullness
Of the youngest daughter.

The daughter, though,
Prefers to stay in the metal
Box of her mom’s kitchen
And admonish her woolly doll
For the mess she made
Rather unaware of the coatless
Stalker before the door.

Which will not go away.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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