Sunday Scribblings #337 – I understand
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I understand
Sadly, I do –
time lingers or flies,
it cuts us in two,
or much more and so many
That I wonder
as usual,
is there any
just any chance
we get through…
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Tag: Sunday Scribblings
Money and Revolution
Originally, I put this together for Andrea and Ina’s poetry contest entitled: Money. I thought it was too cynical, so I cancelled my participation. Then, I linked it to the Sunday Scribblings prompt of Revolution 🙂 cynical as it is.
Money
That freedom is a matter of choice
would be a long-chewed-over lie
that all religions use
to dull our edge
and lull our spirit
away from revolution.
That revolution is a fight for freedom
is simply an illusion,
that leaders use
to lead the poor to believe
there will be
money
equality and freedom
for all.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Search, Quintain
Sunday Scribblings #309 – Search, I wrote a Quintain
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The crying child will fall at last alone
with empty arms that we deceived him with
The whining wind of old is now all gone
to play its games around the house a bit
And search the path of days that runs forlorn.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
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EASY, September Summer Breeze
I have not poemed for a long time now. I reckon summer is not the best season for poeming with me. These days, I have been checking the prompt sites for new inspirations. Sunday Scribblings came up with EASY prompt. And, here is my poem.
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EASY
The breezes of September summer
Swing swift and soft before my eyes
Laying leaves of lovely languor
To light my path till sunrise.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
Almost a poem, NaPoWriMo, day 11
Here are the prompts on which I acted: Sunday Scribblings – Messenger; One Single Impression – Epidemic; Poets United – Headlines; Theme Thursday – Face; We Write Poems – Almost a poem; Three Word Wednesday – Adamant-Fabricate-Peculiar
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The messenger was adamant:
Those headlines had not been fabricated
And we were facing
A peculiar and epidemic poem,
Whose weirdest peculiarity
Was
That it was “almost a poem”.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
Nearly uniforms
This week, I decided to combine a few of the prompts.
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Those hollow eyes
Are nearly there
Such vast horizons
Unlimited by uniforms.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
** Sunday Scribblings – nearly; One Single Impression – hollow; Writer’s Island – unlimited; Poets United – uniforms.
License
Theme Thursday said “paper”; One Single Impression suggested “sarcastic”; Sunday Scribblings prompted “free”. A combination reads as follows:
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A letter coming slow and late
Reading in a cold, sarcastic tone,
in fact, is license to be free.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
Raw
Sunday Scribblings – Raw
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Суров,
безмилостен
и глух,
светът събира ни в гигантската си шепа,
докато търсим начин
да се стоплим.
© 2011 Мария Колева
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Raw,
callous
and deaf,
this world will cup us in its monstrous hand,
while we are struggling
to keep warm.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
Fire, tanka (Sunday Scribblings)
The prompt from Sunday Scribblings this week is Fire. This could be a tanka. Not sure, though
Fire blazing up ahead
Believe me – that is not the sun,
It’s just its orange smile
That shines in ardent colours
And reddens to beguile.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
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Огънят изгасва пред очите ни
в залез
и разтапя се света
© 2011 Мария Колева
Food, prompt by Sunday Scribblings
Here is a poem about Food, as prompted by the Sunday Scribblings
In fact, it is a piece I have already contributed before, as part of the November PAD Challenge I did last November, yet I consider it suitable. Besides, pasta is forever my favourite food, albeit so … bad for … you know… everything. 🙂
Well, enjoy the serving:
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They say, “Pasta’s bad for your health”
I say, “Pasta’s great for my mood”
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They go, “Pasta ruins your diet”
“But then I am nice and quiet”
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Eating T-bones and steaks is barbarity,
Civilised pasta and bread is calamity.
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So, is health what we crave, or felicity?
Is truth more important than integrity?