quae nunc, populi mei

where evils and torments hide

in the closet under boxes

inside urns of times forgotten

and disposed of like a bomb

glory be if it comes

by light but the night

is a begger and to hide away

her love she stabs me in my heart

the man will leave and take

away what will save him for

a day without noticing the silence

in the hills

of all the tools that have been

given by the only tree of life

depends on many factors writ in bloods

Promote Yourself Monday, April 15, 2019

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.

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Soul’s Blush Of Pink – Tanka

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NaPoWriMo 2019 Challenge – Day 14

Frank J. Tassone Haikai Challenge #81 (4/13/19) – Pink Moon

This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to the Pink Moon.

Pink ground phlox, or “moss pink,” lends its name to the April Moon.

The Haunted Wordsmith Elemental Writing Challenge – April 14, 2019

 For this challenge, we will explore one of the four elements: air, earth, water, fire.  Simply use the word and/or image provided and be inspired by the natural element.

Today’s prompt and image: rejuvenating.

full pink moon arrives

bringing with it the moss pink

rejuvenating

the change from Winter’s nighttime

into Spring waters rebirth

~ * ~

Photo Credits:

Pink Moon – KIYOMI YOSHIMATSU / 500PXGETTY IMAGES

Waterfalls – David Mark from Pixabay

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old at 8

on auxiliary thought
it doesn’t seem
as if life can get
too heavy but
my bones no longer
care to witness
the simple matter
that is before me

time is lost but like
my bones it prefers
to be in limbo and
time, she knows distance
is for my own good

apart from some golden
days and some hours
made of lead i can stand
up and smile at Pluto
my fourth grade friend

on the yard where

riddles stood for rites of passage

routine

your lip moves a little

     eye lids wild   sleep takes you

i imagine i kiss you and i ever so lightly

    touch your arm           hold your calloused hand              your scent invades me     as i yearn to be taken

yet in your waking hours    you revoke permission of my eyes

                   landing on you

i could watch for ever     your gray eyes trap me

      you laugh at me    my smile drops in

as i feign glee outwardly      the flower i brought you

    has wilted away    then i sang you my love   on bloody knee

you stood over me    and shook your head

punkroquera

confieso

que

soy de

corazón salvajemente inquieta

orgullosa de ser quien soy

cuando lagrimas caen de mis ojos son hielo

mi sonrisa parte piedras y mis puñaladas son de amor niña brava voladora

música que grita de mi alma volcán de las diosas manchada en esplendor negro y rojo mil banderas en el cielo

mis botas marchan así al los terrenos desconocidos para conquistar toda la sabiduría humo violento de cien civilizaciones corren en la sangre industrial con guitarras y altavoces ídolos del circulo somos dueños del espacio

mis garras sucias con pecados inocentes mi maquillaje esconde la verdad del sonido eterno rebeldía dulce universo en mi ojo verde

en la ciudad de las estrellas todos brillamos en los cartones y mansiones

mas rápido quiero velocidad arrancar mi peso y volar

con mis pulseras de plástico

tatuajes de acero

labios callados

vida

punkroquera

punkrocker

eu confesso

o que

sou de

coração descontrolado

orgulho de ser quem eu sou

quando as lágrimas caem dos meus olhos são gelo

meu sorriso parte pedras e meus esfaqueamentos são de amor voando menina corajosa

música que grita da minha alma deusas do vulcão manchadas em esplendor negro e bandeiras vermelhas mil no céu

minhas botas marcham assim para as terras desconhecidas para conquistar toda a sabedoria violenta fumaça de cem civilizações corridas no sangue industrial com guitarras e oradores ídolos do círculo nós possuímos o espaço

meus sujos com pecados inocentes minha maquiagem esconde a verdade do eterno som doce universo rebelde em meu olho verde

na cidade das estrelas, todos nós brilhamos nas caixas e mansões

mais rápido eu quero velocidade para puxar meu peso e voar

com minhas pulseiras de plastico

tatuagens de aço

lábios silenciosos

vida

punkrocker

punkrocker

confessing

what

i am a

wildly restless heart

proud to be who i am

when tears fall from my eyes  they are ice

my smile splits stones and my punches are pure love brave flying girl

music that screams from my soul volcano goddesses stained in black and red splendor a thousand flags in the sky

my boots march to unknown lands to conquer all wisdom violent smoke of a hundred civilizations run in the industrial blood with guitars and amplifiers idols of the circle we own the space

my dirty nails with innocent sins my makeup hides the truth of the eternal sound rebellious sweet universe in my green eye

in the city of stars we all shine in the boxes and mansions

faster i want speed to pull my weight and fly

with my plastic bracelets

steel tattoos

silent lips

life

punkrocker