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Hametsu

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(Poem 168 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Four hunters arrive,
traversing a post-
apocalyptic scene
in feudal Japan.
Their stealth persists
until an enemy Oni
raises an alarm and
the hunters become
the hunted once again.
Each battle, skirmish,
and moment of hand-
to-hand combat brings
them closer to the
arrival of the boss,
a demon monster,
one of many unleashed
by The Cataclysm.
All that waits to be
seen, is who will be
the last one standing.

@Home Studio – 168th poem of the year (after playing with David, Lydia, and Charlotte)

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Poetry, Writing

Philosophical Monster

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(Poem 147 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Frank is very philosophical,
though I doubt he would agree.
His views on life are complex,
but his conscience remains free.

I usually enjoy our conversations,
though I don’t always understand.
His mind works in counterpoints;
his theories can be quite grand.

I think he wants justice to exist,
but he knows that’s a stretch.
It bothers him that evil prevails,
yet he feels pity for the wretch.

His spirit is buoyed by hopefulness,
though his mind is a critic at heart.
Frankly, I’ve never met anyone else
who I can say is half as smart.

@Home Studio – 147th poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Lonely Monster

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(Poem 145 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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There’s a lonely monster I know by the name of Stan.
He wanders the desert to avoid the face of man.
We ran into one another once on a camping trip.
I was with a tour group until I gave them the slip.
I came across Stan warming by a lovely little fire.
I assured him I wasn’t scared; he called me a liar.
With his eyes downcast, he told me about his past.
Then I told him about mine, though he never asked.
We agreed we were both the biggest lost cases,
not good with people and ashamed of our faces.
I remember the stars were quite beautiful that night.
Then Stan stood and stretched to his full height.
I was shocked and speechless, to say the least.
He was a hulking form, a most magnificent beast.
I apologized for staring, and he chuckled a bit
and declared me his long-lost mutual hypocrite.
See, together we each judged ourselves the worst,
as though from birth we both had been cursed,
though he had told me to give myself a break,
and I had preached that he deserved a fair shake.
When I eventually said I had to rejoin my group,
he patted my head, though he had to stoop.
We agreed to meet at this same spot once a year
to sit around the fire and drink some beer.
I’ve never told anyone of this once-a-year plan,
but I visit a lonely monster by the name of Stan.

@Home Studio – 145th poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Erica Magic

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(Poem 141 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Selfie by Erica Smith

One minute she’s harvesting
seeds from dried flowers she
plucked from her own garden,
the next she’s trying on new
nails she got on sale from her
latest favorite glamour website.
She flits around handling
five children clamoring like
baby birds for her food and
her praise because nothing
is better than Erica approval.
Through it all she’s telling stories,
sharing the latest gossip, and
exclaiming such things as
I can’t,
ain’t nobody got time for that,
go lay down,
I got time today,
who are you talkin’ to,
not on my watch,
I can hear you, you know,
the call is coming from inside the house,
get somebody else to do it,
boy, bye,
they’re all broken.
And we laugh and cry and
sip tea and share our lives.

@Home Studio – 141st poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Partners

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(Poem 105 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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It helps to have someone
by your side during the
tough times and the good,
to view the sunsets and
take shelter from the storms,
climb the mountains and
swim across the rivers,
have your back in a pinch,
listen to your stories again, 
scratch the spots on your
back that you can’t reach,
and give you a shoulder to
lean on when you are weak,
and the nice thing about
having a friend, is that
as much as they help you,
you do the same for them.                

@Home Studio – 105th poem of the year                     

Runner ups for the partners photos to accompany my poem:

                            

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Pretty Kitty

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(Poem 100 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Pretty Kitty is angry;
he’s climbed a tree
where he will remain
until half past three.

His caretaker Debbie
took him to the vet
and betrayed his trust—
the worst treason yet.

He was poked and prodded,
examined and weighed,
all sorts of indignities—
might as well get spayed.

He though they were friends,
confidants at least,
until this afternoon
when he was treated like a beast.

He feels a little sorry
for calling her every name in the book,
when in a fit of anger
he hissed and shook.

He’ll probably apologize
at a later time,
but for now if she wants him
she’ll have to climb.

His feelings have been wounded,
and she really hurt his pride;
it’s all her fault that
he had to run and hide.

He might come down later
since it looks like rain,
but any of her attempts
at a truce will be in vain.

He has no intention
of forgiving her this soon.
She’ll have to wait until tomorrow
for him to answer her tune.

Pretty Kitty, where are you?
Will it take him long?
Here he comes to be consoled;
he can’t resist her song.

@Home Studio – (True story about Debbie and her cat) 100th poem of the year

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Across the Universe

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(Poem 89 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Actors (clockwise from top C) Martin Luther McCoy, Dana Fuchs, T.V. Carpio, Ekaterina Sknavina, Evan Rachel Wood, Jim Sturgess, Kiva Dawson, Joe Anderson and Halley Wegryn Gross are shown in a scene from the film “Across The Universe” in this undated publicity photograph. https://images.app.goo.gl/VGx3qPKwxrQnu3xp6

i’m just a Girl standing here
wanting you to Hold Me Tight
so i can give you All My Loving.
I Want to Hold Your Hand.
though i endure tough times
With a Little Help From my Friends,
It Won’t Be Long before i need
more than they can give, but
I’ve Just Seen a Face that i can never
forget, and that is saying a lot for me.
i pray that god will Let It Be our
destiny that we will Come Together
forever, and if we ever get married,
Why Don’t We Do It in the Rain?
If I Fell, would you catch me?
I Want You to be the one who
always catches me, not the one
who says, “She’s So Heavy”, and
shirks the hard parts of love.
Dear Prudence will be our saving
grace, for our future will never
lack with us in it. we’ll be Flying
high the Blue Jay Way over the
rainbow and off to neverland
where I Am the Walrus and you are
the Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite
because you make my heart soar.
Something you said to me changed
my perspective forever, Oh! Darling.
you loved me as i was, freckles and
paleness, green-eyed simplicity, and
Strawberry Fields Forever.
it was a Revolution to be loved for
myself and celebrated for my curves.
you love me when i suffer,
and While My Guitar Gently Weeps,
you hold and comfort me, transporting
my grief Across the Universe.
you love me when my anger has
turned our world Helter Skelter and i
have forgotten Happiness
is a Warm Gun aimed at a Blackbird
the only way to handle strife?
no, you have shown me that
it’s ok to walk away, to pause,
to let things simmer down, then say Hey
Jude-iciously discuss our differences.
Don’t Let Me Down, my love.
don’t ever become someone other
than who you are. whoever said,
All You Need Is Love, never got a divorce.
you also need the right person, a
person who makes you feel like
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
when things are rough and you feel like
lana in the dirt with slime.

@Home Studio – 89th poem of the year

Todd, Suzanne., et al. Across the Universe Widescreen., Sony Pictures Home Entertainment, 2009.

Poetry, Writing

Grief is Hard

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(Poem 58 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“This is hard,” you say,
and point to her portrait,
no more words required.
Tears begin to flow;
you don’t want to cry
and say so.

I tell you no one knows
what you are feeling.
None of us have had a
best friend for 70 years
and had to feel the pain
of losing her.

Then I escape to my
room to weep into
my husband’s arms,
crying even harder
because she can’t
hold you.

@Home Studio – 58th poem of the year

Health, Poetry, Writing

I learned a new trick

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(Poem 54 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“I learned a new trick to make the world look brighter.” – Erica Smith

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com  https://gencraft.ai/p/hXZuMQ

“I learned a new trick to
make the world look brighter.”
Literally, press on your eyeballs
and when you release,
everything in your field of vision
will look a little lighter.

You can also take a nap or
drink a full glass of water.
Pet your cat, walk your dog,
sit under a tree, laugh.

And if all else fails, go to bed
because tomorrow is a new
day with no mistakes in it yet.

@Erica’s – 54th poem of the year