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Sunday, May 15, 2011

Six Word Saturday

For Six Word Saturday:

Lollygagging on a lazy Sunday afternoon.



Saturday, May 7, 2011

Word List Challenge - City Streets

This poem is just the result of playing with a word list challenge over at Apollo Blessed.  The words were:
Partake

Delve
Nourish
Pinnacle
Devour
Whole
Sentiment
Under
I decided to try using them at the beginning of each line....just kind of experimenting.  :)

Under the street signs
Devoured by city’s sounds
Whole tribes at war
Nourished by noise, never
Partaking of peace or
Sentiment’s sweet song
Delving into desolation to
Pinnacle of poverty’s passion

Monday, May 2, 2011

Yum!

For Sunday Scribblings prompt #265 - Cake

I baked me a cake and gave a big shout
Because I had left all the calories out

I’ll eat the whole thing and still remain thin
Can you imagine how that makes me grin?

I hid it from view, this one I’d hoard,
But this lovely cake had the taste of cardboard.

So into the trash it went with a clunk
Now get the real cake and cut me a chunk!



gkb - 5/2/11

Justice

Bin Laden is dead
the world is a better place
justice has been done

gkb - 5/2/11









Sunday, May 1, 2011

Protagonists

The Carry on Tuesday prompt:  Use all or part of a first line from Shakespeare, "All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players"
Haiku Heights Prompt #41 - Innocence


All the world's a stage
where innocence and evil
vie for victory



G.K.B. - 5/1/11


Chronic depression
episodes of mania
bipolar border

moods of madness like
blindly walking a tightrope
a balancing act


Saturday, April 30, 2011

A Good Day

Day 30 and final day of April Poem-A-Day Challenge!  Today's prompt at Poetic Asides is, "When I leave here...."   This 30th day of doing a poem a day found my brain a bit fatigued, but I had to finish what I started, right?  So here's my final (though feeble) response.

When I leave here,
I will be there,
In the car and
Out of my chair.

When I arrive
In another part of town,
I'll head to son's deck
And sit right back down


With fresh air and sunshine,
Maybe too much to eat,
But all in all,
A much better seat!


With the warmth of
Family, friends, and sun
I know this afternoon
Will be fun!

Friday, April 29, 2011

Ode to Books

Day 29 April P-A-D Poetic Asides prompt:  Write an ode....not necessarily formal.  I really hit a brick wall with this prompt, but I finally came up with this.

You take me to places I never thought to go,,
You take me away from the pain of today.
You bring me knowledge, helping me grow,
You give me more than I can ever repay.


You make me laugh at myself and others.
You give me the means to loose my sorrow.
You replace boredom with hours of pleasure.
You let me encounter many lovers,
You give me hope for a better tomorrow.
You, my books, are the pearls of my treasure.


G.K.Bostic - 4/29/11

Thursday, April 28, 2011

The World Without.....

Day 28 April P-A-D prompt from Poetic Asides:  "The world without something"  My response for today is a few senyrus.


The world without you

would have no meaning for me

my beautiful sons


**********


Without tornadoes

Alabama would not know

such devastation



our hearts and our minds

stop mundane meanderings

to send prayers of hope


**********


This world without love

would be a nightmare beyond

imagination






Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Day 27

The Day 27 P-A-D prompt: "In the blank of blank"

IN THE CLASSROOM OF LIFE


In the classroom of life you will learn

There is much that you can discern.

There’s wisdom to hear

If you open your ears

As sure as the world’s going to turn.



Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I Will Lead You

Day 26 April P-A-D prompt:  Write a leader poem.


Let me guide you in your search as you
Enter upon the path to understanding
And follow the way of the peaceful warrior.
Dare to let go of futile search for happiness
Ending disappointment and frustration to
Rediscover the joy of now.


Monday, April 25, 2011

Evening

Day 25 - April P-A-D prompt:  Write a falling poem.

As daylight dims and

Sun falls behind horizon

A new night is born




Sunday, April 24, 2011

Day 24 - Wordle Words

For Day 24 I decided to try Brenda's Wordle Words Challenge.  Thanks for the Challenge Brenda!


Tenderly wrapped in tissue
Of denial
Her heart lay protected
By opted amnesia,
Shielded from sharp pain
Of promises not kept,
Sweet promises of
Eternal love…
Yet memories of the
Piquant, cheap perfume
Creep back to haunt
Her dormant senses.
Visions of dark-haired siren
With pinwheel tattoo
Upon her nape

Diminish protective shield
Stealing peace of forgetfulness,
Squeezing the hand of
Betrayal ‘round her heart,
Replenishing the hate.
Remembrance leads her to
That aching path
That will alone
Quench her thirst
For revenge.



Here are the Wordle Words: 
tissue, sharp, cheap, squeeze, replenish, creep, steal, quenching, pinwheels, tattoos, piquant, diminished, eternal

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Why Worry

Day 23 April P-A-D prompt:  Write a quit doing what you're doing poem.


Worry?  Why?
How does it help?
   And who?
Does it stop wars,
   Cure disease?
Does it prevent the drought
   Or stop the seas?
Does it keep a child
   From foolishly erring?
Does it stop the moron
   From drinking and driving,
      Destroying too many lives?
If worry could heal,
If worry could change the tides,
     Still the winds,
        Stop the ground from moving.
If worry could protect the child
     From harm and suffering,
        Keep fools from causing pain,

If.....

     Worry?   Why?

G. K. Bostic - 4/23/11

Friday, April 22, 2011

You

Day  22 April P-A-D prompt:  Write an "only one in the world" poem.

Divine creation

There is only one of you

Honor your spirit



Thursday, April 21, 2011

On Second Thought

Day 21 April P-A-D prompt:  Second Thoughts



Alarm is set for half-past five,
Busy day ahead.
First a walk,
A brisk 5K,
Back again,
Quick shower then
Coffee, eggs, and fruit
For fuel,
Throw a load of laundry in,
Answer email
Check new prompts,
Write a masterpiece or two,
Scribble a sestina...


 
Or

Should I just sleep in?


4/21/11

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Message in a Bottle

Day 20 April P-A-D prompt:  write a message in a bottle

Solitary life

Until my savage Friday..

Strange reality




Words

Day 19 April P-A-D - Just a couple of Cinquains

Words
Like pearls
Strung together into
Beguiling choker of dignity
Mockery

 
Pearls
Words strung
Together wrap around
Mind’s heart with passion
Gemstones

Monday, April 18, 2011

Like an Angel

Day 18 April P-A-D prompt:  Write a poem with the title, "Like a ____"

Innocent newborn

Petal soft skin touched by God

Your soul’s legacy




G.K.Bostic - 4/18/11

Sunday, April 17, 2011

A Portrait

Michele
Teacher, mother,
compassionate and funny
with a beautiful spirit
Friend

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Sevenling

Day 16 - Trying a form I've never done, the sevenling.  Poem inspired by the Travel Channel:  Man v. Food - Carnivore Challenge In Baltimore


 
Baltimore’s great beef challenge
With steaks charred on the outside
Pink within, and juices flowing


He digs into 74 oz. of meat
Beginning with gusto, slowing halfway,
Stumbling near the end


The weight is killing us…

4/16/11

Friday, April 15, 2011

Need For Peace

Day 15 - Instead of the usual prompts, I used a word list from a challenge at Apollo Blessed for this one.

I need the taste of peace
To take away this bitterness.
Seething rage saws
With razor sharp claws
At these prison bars
Made of need to please.
Hidden anger begs to speak
Before the ground lays claim
To the object of my ire…
Coveting calm yet
Tormented by turbulence
Of unspoken wrath.
With frail strands of sanity fraying
Need for love too great
To let rage escape
And risk rejection,
Isolation,
Loneliness…
I beg for peace.


4/15/11

(Word list: frail, taste, need, love, turbulent, wrath, claws) 
Note:  This piece is not autobiographical.  ;)

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Is It Time?

Day 14 April P-A-D prompt:  Write an "ain't none of my business" poem.
NaPoWriMo Day 14 prompt:  Write a sonnet

How do I know it’s time to take a stand
When watching mother hurt her little child?
I want to speak, to lend a helping hand
But fear prevents all but a gentle smile.

It’s not my business how a parent treats
Their child is it? Will interference cause
The child more grief...intended help defeat?
And so instead of stepping in I pause…

I tell myself the child will be okay
Return to life I know of calm and peace
Until I see the child another day,
See bruises, proof abuse will never cease

Until someone steps in and takes a stand.
I know that now I must extend my hand.

4/14/11

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

My Always Friend

Day 13 April P-A-D prompt:  "Write a poem that remembers an old relationship." 


So many turns in life
You’re up then you’re down
You find someone...then they’re gone..
You move on...

You're dealt a bad hand
You don't understand...

Another comes along
It’s good,
It’s true…
But death comes along and takes it from you…

Yet you go on,
Perhaps all alone.

So what gets you through
What’s always there for you?
It’s the sounds and the music
The music in your soul

The words of the poets
Paired with perfect melody…

Music and song
That carries you through
Always there helping you mourn
Giving you strength

Celebrating love and success
Through the pain and the joy
The suffering and the silence...
Companion through it all.

Notes:  Rather than a person, I chose to write about my relationship with music.

Sir Speedy

NaPoWriMo Prompt:  Write a fast poem in five minutes or less.  This took about two!  ;)

One special bunny
Easter's hypersonic hare
delivering eggs!



Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Re-Birth

NaPoWriMo gave a prompt to write a one-sentence poem of at least 40 lines.  Here's mine.


One spring day
As I meandered
Through my greening world,
And listened to
The sounds of birth
Surrounding me,

I observed a song,
A symphony of life
Springing from
The dormant fields
In colors of
A new season

Filled with violets
And hues of yellow and pink
As an artist’s brush
Lavished his canvas
With impressionistic
Beauty,

And the waking earth
Held murmurings
Of awakening life
As birds sang,
Dogs barked,
And children played

Together
Like all the players
In the symphony
Collaborating
To create a spring
Concerto,

And the music
Rang through the trees
Dancing with the breeze,
A waltz
Circling round
And round

While a single bird
On the rooftop high
Sat wrapped
In feathers and sky.

G.K.Bostic - 4/11/11

Special Memory

Day 12 April PAD prompt:  Write a form poem.  I chose the lune, 13 syllables -- 5-3-5
NaPoWriMo Day 12 prompt:  Find an old picture that brings back memories and write a poem about them.

Photo reminder
of fun with
Easter Bunny


Process Notes:  The young man in the picture is my grandson and he will be nineteen this month.  This picture brought back memories of the time I took him to the mall to see the Easter Bunny.  Well, Mikey got the giggles sitting on the bunny's lap and we both laughed and laughed.  It was a wonderful day for Grandma!

Monday, April 11, 2011

Maybe Tomorrow

Day 11 April P-A-D prompt:  Maybe (blank) A Haiku

Maybe tomorrow
vernal equinox will be
hope's reality.



Never Again

Day 10 of April P-A-D Prompt:  "Never again....)

He pushed from the table,
No chips to cash in,
Walked toward the door
Saying never again...

With paycheck all gone
How could he explain
To his wife and his kids
That he knew he would win...

Filled with remorse
He walked toward the car,
But stopped when he saw
Something green near his door.

Three gorgeous green bills
Worth one hundred each,
A bit of salvation
Placed within reach.

With bills in his pocket
And hopeful once more
He let foolish hope
Take him back in the door.

Forgetting his promise
Of never again,
He asked for more chips
Knowing this time he'd win.



G. K. Bostic - 4/10/11

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Two O'Clock

Day 9 April P-A-D prompt:  Write a time of day poem
NaPoWriMo Day 9 prompt:  Write a poem backwards.  Start by writing out an old saying that takes the form of a declarative statement.

Two o’clock
Surrounded by
Ghostly presence
Haunting emptiness
Getting up
Sitting down
Walking in circles
Searching
Holding on to
The promise of healing
From painful farewell…
It doesn’t come…
Three o’clock…
Keep watching the clock
Pain will soon ebb
Just hold on…four o’clock
To the promise…
Time heals all wounds.

G.K.Bostic - 4/9/11

Friday, April 8, 2011

Celebration


Time to celebrate
For Johnny came marching home
From dreadful war zone.

Safe again, my son
Fills my empty waiting arms
Now I breathe again.

G. K. Bostic - 4/8/11

Wooden Willy

Day 8 NaPoWriMo Prompt:  Write a nursery rhyme. 4 to 6 lines, 3-5 accented syllables per line

Wooden Willy rode a filly
Dora Doll said “You look silly!”
So he rode upon a bunny
Dora said, “Now you look funny!”
Wooden Willy pulled her hair,
And rode off on his teddy bear!




G.K.Bostic 4/8/11

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Carpe Diem


I hear the forsythia sing its yellow song.
I weep with the willow in its birth.
Spring cuts a path in my memory
To another time,
To another place..
Running outside with
Francine by my side..

To years of green beginnings
With the promises they bring,

Sweet smell of apricots and mangoes,
Aspargus in chantilly lace
Soft music for the eyes.
Why must we wait so long
For this day to arrive?
Carpe Diem...
Let your heart soar!



G. K. Bostic - 4/7/11

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Don't Go Daddy

Day 6 April P-A-D prompt:  Don't blank blank

Don’t hit me again,
I promise to be good.
I’ll try harder to do what I should.


Don’t leave us,
I know it’s my fault.
I promise I’ll change whatever I’m doing wrong.


Don’t hurt Mommy,
She was just trying to help.
I’ll be good so you don’t have to fight.


Don’t cry Daddy,
It will be okay.
We’ll all try harder if you’ll just stay.


Don’t forget us Daddy,
I love you, and we’ll be right here.
I’m sorry I made you go.

Bye-Bye Daddy..
Please come back for my kindergarten play.
I promise I won't cry...


Image taken from unrelated article at http://ourhaitianjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/adoption-disruption.html

G. K. Bostic - 4/6/11

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Silly Me

Day 5 April P-A-D prompt: Write a silly poem OR Write a serious poem
I went with silly. :) (..with a bit of a serious message about me)  ;)

I should run
I should walk,
But all I want
To do is talk.

Not my voice
But computer keys
Keep me chatting
If you please,

Sharing poems
All day long,
But lack of movement
Is just wrong!

Guess I'd better
Take a walk,
But before I go,
Can we talk?

gkb-4/5/11

Monday, April 4, 2011

Counselor

Day 4 April P-A-D - Write a poem about a type of person

Listening in love,
A mantle of acceptance
Ensures disclosure.

Guilt and rage released
With no fear of being judged
By your kind spirit.

With simple guidance
You take our hands and lead us
To a better life.

G. K. Bostic - 4/4/11

Picture in my Mind

For Poetry Potluck Prompt:  Photographs, Memories and Nostalgia

I have a picture in my mind,
my Mama by a window,
I had to see her through a screen.
They would not let me near her.

They feared if any closer
That I too might get sick
I'm sure she felt an emptiness
A need for her child's touch.

I was only four or five..
She left our world soon after.
She was too young to leave us all
With nothing but her picture.

I have lived now twice the years
Of my long departed Mama
I got to see my sons full grown
As I'd truly hoped I would.

If only I had known my Mama
As my sons have known me
So I could have sweet memories
Not just a photograph to see.

I looked up through that window
Took a picture with my mind
Or is that sight within my heart
Just a snapshot memory.


G. K. Bostic - 4/4/11




Puppet

Haiku Heights prompt: Puppet

Puppet no longer
freed from demon's sadistic
manipulation


G.K.Bostic - 4/4/11

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I Was Here

Day 3 April P-A-D (Imagine the world without you) and NaPoWriMo (Use the titles of 3 books in your home in the poem) Challenges:

A single life lived quietly
Is barely one of note,
And yet perhaps a mark’s been made
By time upon this earth

Taking the Way of the Peaceful Warrior
Fighting the war of abuse
Reaching a hand to the desperate who
Suffer the Weight of Silence.

While the Other Side of Me
Raised a Band of Brothers
Who grew and touched so many lives
Loving hearts forever.

I learned to Eat, Pray, Love and dream
Not always sure it mattered
Yet looking back at what I’ve done
The truth is now revealed

Of innocent victims cruelly defiled
No longer walking in pain,
And the greatest gift I gave the world,
Loving spirits born.

I can’t imagine what life would be
Without these three fine men
So I won’t give another backward thought
To what if I hadn’t been.

G.K.Bostic - 4/3/11
(Book titles included:  Way of the Peaceful Warrior, The Weight of SilenceOther Side of MeBand of Brothers, and Eat, Pray, Love)

Postcard

Day 2 of April P-A-D Prompt:  Brief postcard type poem about where you are

Here in PA the sky is gray
While you lie warming by the bay.
Nothing here but more cold air
Wish you were here..and I was there!



Friday, April 1, 2011

Blue

This is National Poetry Writing Month and the NaPoWriMo Prompt today was to write a poem with a color as its title but to write against what people associate with it.  (Blue=Sad)  We are also to invoke the name of the poet (as in a ghazal) and to use a form.  (I chose the terza rima)  Finally, we must use a form of water in the poem.  So, here it is:


Blue

Sweet summer days for thee and me
We’ll lie upon the soft hot sand
And bathe in warmth of azure sea.

Blue sunny skies, marshmallow clouds
Like parasols in party drinks
Replace the cold of winter’s shroud.
 
We’ll weave our turquoise tapestries,
And savor sunny season’s heat
Enveloped in the tropic breeze.
 
Before return of winter’s drape,
We should move where it’s always warm.
So Gloria why don’t you escape?

G.K.Bostic - 4/1/11

The Gift

Written for April Poem-A-Day Challenge at
Prompt for Day 1 - "what got you here"

Painted memories

Years of tears and ecstasy

Brought poet treasures

G.K.Bostic - 4/1/11



Thursday, March 31, 2011

Cold Flame

Cold,
So cold.
Flames fill the night,
Yet I am so cold.


Sound of emergency
Screaming in the distance
Eager to end inferno,
As I wait in the cold

Remembering without regret.
State of shock?
Perhaps…
Cold as ice,

Knowing matches
Ended abuse.
Burning home
That held no warmth

Opinions denied
Unjustified
By anger so cold..

Heroes rush to save him,
But too late
Life taken
Ending in ashes
Setting me free,

Yet I am so cold.

G.K.Bostic - 2011






Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Reflection

Written for Carry on Tuesday

I see it in the mirror,
I see it in my face,
The calendar has carved
The passing of my days.

Reflected in the mirror
Are signs of years gone by,
But there behind reflection
A young girl lives inside.

I see it in the mirror
I see it in my eyes
A wisdom gained by trials
And experience and time.

I see it in the mirror
I see it in the lines
The marks of love and joy
That smiles have left behind.

I see it in the mirror
I see it in my face
The days and years gone by
A precious gift of grace.

G.K. Bostic - 2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Spring

The Wednesday Poetry Prompt at Poetic Asides this week is to write a poem about spring. I am so anxious for it's arrival (not just on the calendar, but in the weather) that this is what I came up with.

Too long the icy grip of winter’s hand
Has held us prisoner with icy palm,
But soon the vernal equinox will free
Us from extended housebound discontent.

The charm of springtime calls us out to play,
To leave behind our manacles of fur,
And gone will be the blinding white of snow
Replaced by green and lavender and rose.

We’ll feast our eyes upon the gifts of spring,
Give thanks for life that’s been reborn again,
Let warmth of sun erase frostbitten minds
Awakening imagination’s songs.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Wounded

Written for Poetry Potluck

lies cutting like knives
trust bleeds away marriage vows
heart and breath taken

to hard to forgive
death blow to relationship
love torn asunder

one careless mistake
lives undone by deception
splitting families

(...not autobiographical :)

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Her Story

This week's prompt for Carry on Tuesday:
asks us to use the first words from the final paragraph of
Crime And Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

"But that is the beginning of a new story"

Her story told
of a love so strong..
She reached, and he was gone.
No explanation
to fill the blanks..
just emptiness
where once he dwelt.

Heavy steps
trod through empty rooms,
gone their dance,
in a trance
of mystery,
"Where is he?"

Gentle knock upon the door..
mystery no more
as Uniformed face
can't hide demise.

Veil of gloom
hiding track of tears
through the years,
through the void..

Until his spirit
set her free from agony,
crossing threshold
to live again
looking in
eyes of a friend...

But that is the beginning
of a new story..

Friday, March 18, 2011

She Might Surprise You.....

(This is my first attempt at flash fiction.)

I was sitting on my front porch in my favorite rocker. What a beautiful spring day it was. This pleasant change brought a lovely warm breeze and the sound of birds singing sweetly, a sound I’d been waiting to hear all through those cold winter months. So I was just rocking, lost in memories of so many days that Martin and I had spent in this very spot enjoying our time together. For fifty-two years we lived and loved right here in this house until the angels took him away last year. I guess his ticker was just worn out. Oh but we had a good life together…


My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a noisy commotion coming from the house next door. Such yelling and screaming like you wouldn’t believe. Well, I’m not one to eavesdrop, but there was no effort needed to hear what these two were saying to each other, and let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty!


The young couple had just moved in recently, and what with the bad weather and all, we hadn’t really had a chance to get to know each other so I hesitated to interfere. I remember when I took that pie over and met the Missus the day after they moved in, she seemed real sweet. She couldn’t have been more than about five feet tall, just a little bitty girl maybe in her early twenties. I hadn’t met the husband, but through the window I’d seen he was a pretty big guy….a good looking young man at that.


But listening to all that yelling, I was definitely getting the impression he might have kind of a mean streak. They had opened the windows to enjoy the breeze so I heard it all. He was yelling something about her doing as she was told. Humph! Well, as far as I understood, he was her husband, not her father…..but it sure did sound like he thought he was the lord and master.


I could hear her crying then, and she sort of yelled something back at him. It wasn’t a very loud yell, ‘cause I couldn’t hear what she said, but I sure heard what happened next. He must have given her a whack. It was loud enough that I heard it all the way out to where I was sitting. And worse than that, there was a crash that scared me right out of my rocker!


Well, I might be seventy-five years old, and I maybe move pretty slow most of the time these days, but I’m pretty sure I was going through their front door in seconds after hearing that little gal go crashing to the floor.


The poor child hadn’t even gotten up off of the kitchen floor; she was crumpled there with him standing over her. Then he heard me. Well, I saw his face go from menacing to shocked in a heartbeat. Yeah, he wasn’t expecting a little old lady to witness what a brute he was, and sure wasn’t expecting what happened next.


I grabbed the first thing I came to when I charged into the kitchen. There just happened to be a big old frying pan sitting there on the counter as fate would have it. I guess the Good Lord above must’ve given me a little extra speed and a little extra strength that day, ‘cause I started swinging that pan, and he’s was backing away as fast as he could and yelling all the while. He was screaming things like, “Get outta here. Are you crazy? Leave me alone you crazy old lady!” He yelled the whole way out of his house and into his car. I could hear him still yelling as I stood in the driveway and watched him screech out of the drive and down the road.


Well, as you might imagine, I was pretty tired after that, but that sweet little gal, her name was Carol, helped me back into the house. After she got me some water and put a cold cloth on the side of her face, we talked awhile, and she finally agreed to call the police and report what happened.


I wasn’t sure what would happen after that, and I wasn’t sure what people might think of me charging into somebody else’s house like that, but if there’s one thing I won’t stand for it’s a bully picking on somebody smaller or weaker than them!


Oh, and Carol and I did become good friends in the months that followed. She’s almost like one of my own. And she got rid of that bum too! I didn’t think I’d see him again, but last week at the grocery store, I glanced back and he’d just come up behind me in the check-out line. I saw the surprise in his eyes when he recognized me, and I couldn’t help myself…..maybe the devil made me do it….but I just sort of made a sudden move toward him. Well, would you believe, he left his cart full of groceries right there and took off. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I watched him dash to his car.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tragedy

Food in abundance
no more in ravaged Japan
razed by tsunami

g.k.bostic - 3/15/11

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Compassionate Counselor







Written for Writer's Island Prompt #11: Tribute



You listen,
but so much more.
You hear
without judgement.
You're open,
you care.

To the weak
you give strength.
To the frightened
you give courage.
To the lost
you give a compass..

You don't give pills
to mask the pain.
You don't dictate
the path to take.
You do not judge...
you counsel.

You are a therapist
because you care.

G.K.Bostic - 3/13/11

If I had...

This week's Carry on Tuesday prompt is to use the first line of a song by Clifford T Ward, "I could be a millionaire if I had the money" My little poem is as opposite as imaginable from the subject of the song. ;)



I could be a millionaire



If I had the money.
















I could feed a million bears



If I had the honey.








I could get a lovely tan



If the sky was sunny.
















I could be a circus clown



If I knew how to be funny.








But since there is no money,


I'll be rich in other ways,


And since I have no honey,


Bears will hunt throughout the day.


And since the skies aren't sunny,


I'll grab tanner from the shelf,


And since I'm not so funny,


I'll write rhymes to cheer myself!





Monday, March 7, 2011

Behind the Mask





















For One Stop Poetry - A Triolet


What lies behind the lovely mask you wear?

You're broken, torn asunder, filled with pain?

You're angry? Are you lonely...do you care?

What lies behind the lovely mask you wear?

You bear a heavy burden you can't share?

In chains of thought you're bound where madness reigns..

What lies behind the lovely mask you wear?

You're broken, torn asunder, filled with pain.....



G.K.Bostic






There Was a Moment....

For Writer's Island Prompt #10 for 2011: Secret



There was a moment in my life
When the secret was told
And I was taken
From all that I knew.

Falling into a pit of loneliness,
Visions of terror spinning round my mind
Panic tapping at the door of sanity
I was lost.

In that moment I found sanctuary
In your care.
You believed
And in your believing
I began to heal.

Quiet moments; quiet voices
Gentle comfort slowly changed
Nights of despair
Into hope for bright tomorrows.

Perhaps in time my silenced spirit
Would emerge and sing once more
Because you gave me refuge in trust.
Did I ever thank you?

Sunday, March 6, 2011

So Long Ago



For Carry on Tuesday Prompt
from the last line of The Glass Menagerie:
"And that is how I remember them."









Days of childhood
little girl lost,
robbed by death,
yet safe and cherished,
by special love
in those eary years...


....and that is how I remember them.


Later childhood,
another place
family fitting
mold of the times..
days of normalcy...
school and play and fun



....yes, that is how I remember them.


Adolescence changes
secrets and shame
family never
to be the same
days of loneliness
unanswered prayers...



....for that is how I remember them.



Days as a victim
torture in the night
unable to escape
no rescue in sight
Days of living lost and alone...



.....and that is how I remember them.





g.k.bostic - 3/6/11

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Beyond the Clouds












One Stop Poetry


As clouds above yield dreary days below
While high above the sunlight fills the sky
So just beyond the stormy clouds we fly
To places never seen our spirits go.

The brilliance of your love thou doth bestow
It carries passion's pleasures on a sigh
That speaks of secret answers owning why
The love that binds our hearts doth overflow.

Gone forever fear of hearts rejected,
For to lose such love would be a wretched curse,
So feel the heavenly rays from clouds reflected,
And drown me in your love, my heart immerse;
Two souls shall touch once more with warmth expected
And evoke the beauty of the universe.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Mirage


















rainbow of promise


gives hope for bright tomorrow


a vow or mirage

Saved by the Bell

(Written for Carry on Tuesday Prompt: Saved by the Bell)

Alone I walked through endless night
And empty thought.....I roamed
Toward nothing.

Soundless pain by my side
Cruel companion silently guiding
To nowhere.

Falling slowly into the void
Round and round, downward dove
Into emptiness

Giving in to the endless night
Walking toward endless death
Unwilling to fight

Until

A small sound, like a bell
Called me back from hell
To hope

A hand pulling me up
Words drawing me back
To live

Monday, February 21, 2011

Prediction

(Writers Island Prompt #8 for 2011: Foretell)

All through life men live by greed
Ambition drives them to succeed.

Is the measure of successes
The cars he drives or how he dresses?

There is no time to smell the flowers;
To earn the most takes many hours.

So when his final days are done,
He can look back and say, “I won!”

Or rather, will he sadly list
All the special moments missed?

If man could see his future clearly,
I think he’d cherish love more dearly.

Forsaken

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 123 - Isolation

Alone in her truth,
separated by secrets,
sequestered in pain,
cloistered by memories chains.
Heartache secured by taboo.

Family secret
alienates from the world.
Forsaken child grieves,
is unable to connect
forlorn, never knowing love.

G.K.Bostic - 2/21/11

Sunday, February 20, 2011

A Different Ending

This series of tankas is in response to the
Carry On Tuesday - Prompt #93:
a line from Shakespeare’s best loved play, Romeo and Juliet
parting is such sweet sorrow

Juliet did say
Parting is such sweet sorrow
To sweet Romeo
But their love was not enough
To stave off fateful demise.

Now I say to you
Before you leave me lonely
You’re no Romeo
Life will go on without you
Love of self will walk in hope

Remember Shakespeare
But know your heart is leaving
Without loss to me
Moving to bright tomorrow
Parting is such sweet sorrow

Sunday, February 13, 2011

World Peace




Written for Carry on Tuesday Prompt #92
This week, the opening of a love poem by Cortney Kuchta, One Wish
"If I could have just one wish"
(Use any part of it within your poem or prose)





My son is on the right with the sunglasses




If I could have one wish today
T’would be for peace upon our world
For that would surely be the way
To bring my son home flags unfurled.

He’s in Afghanistan right now
Where danger lurks beneath the ground.
Where I.E.D.’s will not allow
A sure safe passage to be found.

Although I am a realist
And know that wars are here to stay
My wish for peace would still persist
If I could have one wish today.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Epiphany of Love

An Etheree Poem - Written for Writer's Island
Prompt #7 for 2011: Epiphany

Thoughts
of you
come rushing
into my mind
awakening me
like an epiphany.
Finally I understand
I need your gentle cashmere touch
upon my skin, and your scent to breathe.
All doubt removed I’m ready to be wed.

but lest you forget, I am a woman
who will always have need to be me,
to live independently free,
to say what I think and feel.
If you will let this be
your epiphany,
then we shall have
a union
blessed with
love.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Beguiled

Written for Writer's Island Prompt #6 for 2011 - Beguile
http://writersisland.wordpress.com/


What is this beguiling tryst
meeting in my murky mist
stirring brain activity
arousing creativity?

Imaginary murmurings
sublimely whispered in my ear
as synaptic syntax scheme
waking from a dormant dream

Daring damsel dance with me
frolicking through fantasy
take my hand and let us fly
creating romance you and I…

Or am I just a foolish child
once more taunted and beguiled
left alone with naught to write
by cruel tantalizing sprite…

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Music of Life

(For Carry on Tuesday prompt #91 & OneShot Wednesday)

Life….a symphony
Love….a mellifluous melody
Friendship….a harmony of humanity

Loneliness…..a sonorous silence

Love life and life will love you back.
Love people and they will love you back.

A rhapsody

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Procrastination


Death

Bereavement

Funeral gloom

Launched into eternity

Departed from this terrestrial sphere..

But too soon this passing from earth's dwelling,

From those I love and what is to come...I beg a reprieve.



G.K.Bostic - 2/3/11
Here is a link if you'd like to learn about Fibonacci Poem
http://poetry.about.com/od/poeticforms/a/fibonaccipoems.htm

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Another World








Come into my world and see what I can see.
Count the many tiles that run ahead of me.
Can you hear the voices calling out my name?
Crashing, clashing spirits dragging clanging chains?

Crying, wailing voices chase me down the hall…
(Clever people say that they’re not there at all)
Creatures great and small climb upon the walls
Climbing all around me…can you see them crawl?

Clocks that tick too loudly beat upon my brain
Could you quiet all the noises, could you take away the pain?

G.K.Bostic on 2/1/11

Monday, January 31, 2011

Daylight's Command

Written for Carry on Tuesday Prompt #90

Between the dark and the daylight,
Meandering through the haze of a dream,
Truth veiled in illusion
Where we float on faerie wings,
And follow stardust paths through
Moonlight mystery.
Spirits carry their secrets,
Slipping away…
Putting paradise in their pockets,
Receding into the mist of memory
As reality pulls us into a new day.


G.K.Bostic - 1/31/11

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Illusion




















Done for Prompt #5 at Writer's Island

Morning illusion

Between sleep and wakefulness

Unreal melody

Song of the night now departs

Leaving dawn of confusion

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Silence

Silence



Silence surrounds her,
Deafening silence.
No sound of a car, no garage door opening,
No little girl’s voice shattering silence,
With gleeful gab of school day fun,
No performance of Hannah Montana songs,
Simply stillness, deafening silence.
She sits, watching sand slide through the hour glass,
Hypnotized,
Mesmerized,
Lost in thoughts of global pain.

He was the Mars to her Venus,
She was a mother’s blessed fulfillment,
Gone.
Forever gone, taken by calamity,
Leaving her hypnotized,
paralyzed,
Immobilized
The only motion a single salty tear
Sliding into the silence.

G. K. Bostic - 1/26/11

Monday, January 24, 2011

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Limerick for Carry on Tuesday Prompt #89











Prompt #89: "Are we there yet?"

Car packed for the beach, we were set
But boredom was never a threat
Kids sang lots of songs
They sang loud and long
Til Mommy said, “Please, are we there yet?”

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Memories

This week's prompt for Carry on Tuesday #88: "and that is how I remember them....."
I decided to give this one a try with a Pantoum.


...And that is how I remember them..
Little blonde haired playful boys
Pulling on their Mommy's hem,
Visions of clutter and lots of toys.

Little blonde haired playful boys,
Rippling laughter, streams of tears,
Visions of clutter and lots of toys,
So much excitement through the years..

Rippling laughter, streams of tears,
Time went by... boys became men
So much excitement through the years...
But I close my eyes, they're boys again.

Time went by... boys became men.
They found good women and married them.
But I close my eyes, they're boys again.
...and that is how I remember them.

G. K. Bostic
Jan. 2011