Write a poem that starts and ends with the same word. It can be short, but it has to be at least five lines long. If you can’t think of your own word to start and end with here are my suggestions: hope, stardust, cheese, sleep, and shoes.
anjum wasim dar
anjum wasim dar
migrant Pakistani.MA English Literature writing since 1980 Award Winner Poet of Merit USA 2000
Hour Twenty Three ~ A Different Wonderland ~
Text Prompt
Pick the title of a book that you love, that title is now the title of the poem. That poem can be about the book directly, or indirectly, or it can use the title as a jumping off point, and be about something else entirely.
Alice in Wonderland-
Alice fell through the hole
to another new world.
A different world it was,
where animals
could speak.
Where life was fun
games were royal
things would grow large or small
All seemed in another age
how wonderful if life would really
be like a book- but books are stranger
than reality-they take the reader
to a dream world,
so let us read and dream
it may come true.
Hour Twenty Two ~ Tenderness Pouring from the Skies
Use the word Tenderness as this hour’s prompt.
If Love and peace would prevail
in this world full of beating hearts
warm feelings filling the eyes
with tenderness pouring from the skies
who would ever think of committing
a sin,
not one nor two nor seven,
All would be in
for Heaven
The Earth grows green gold
sweet honey abounds
even if we eat it all still
there is more and more
till the winter and the Fall
So let not anger envy or pride
make us greedy slow and hide
all good behind lust
for dust we are and
shall return to dust
So all these sins seven
can be conquered by eleven
Let us remember
That which will raise our score
The Laws of The Almighty,
Words of Our Dear Lord-
‘Listen, Pray, Go and sin no more’
Hour Twenty One ~ Umbrella is the Thing
Text Prompt
Write a poem that’s no more than 50 words, but one of those words must be either umbrella, or almond.
Umbrella
Children today,
love chips, chocolate nutella-
sandwich with ketchup
but frown at fruit and vegges
only the kebabs are the ‘thing”.
Digital games never tire ,
no carom Scrabble cards, just Ludo
Playing in the rain when it’s in Summer or Spring
walk in the lawn –umbrella is the thing”
Hour Twenty ~ The Second Breakfast ~ A Haiku
Write a poem using one of the following titles:
The Watchtower
Second Breakfast
Books for Beginners
The Woman with the Top Hat
Echo Husband
Haiku
The second breakfast
gives life, lifts spirit of health,
take it every day.
Hour Nineteen ~ My Friend’s City ~
There are so many nature poems out there. Our prompt for this hour of the night is to write a poem for a city, real or imagined.
My Friend’s City
When I visit your page,it is as if I am visiting your place in a famous city
a city of japanese gardens, a kaleidoscope of bright flowers,of music in the air
reaching out it turns into a dream and I wish I was actually there-
when I visit your page I feel the warmth of your hospitality, an aroma of a hot cup
of coffee served with chocolate muffins and strawberries, bright sun
shines through the window as
your soft furry cat eyes me jealously and springs and slips around me finally landing
onthe sofa, while you smile patiently, and I wish I had a cat if not anyone else around-
when I visit your page I hear the cars and trucks on the road down below,
an occasional siren or two, your city is so well planned and seems a lot
in order so, unlike many others
when I visit your page I find your city full of books and magazines, inhabited by talented
gifted authors and poets,it gives me great joy to find
a reading public lives nearby
My visit to your page guides me through my thoughts, I compose words on paper
and leave for you to see, and hope and pray that I may come again and again
to leave all affection there and take love away.
26 June 2022
Hour Eighteen ~A Brief Line A Moment of Joy
Write a poem about a moment of joy.
A brief line, yet a complete letter,
Nothing, nothing could have been better,
fears dispelled but, brought more tears
not of sadness, but of joy,
pearls my eyes shed so many
metamorphosed to a tsunami
crossing the ocean beaches,
and bonded fetters unseen,
washing away the clinging pain,
I turn to the letter again
and again, speechless as more
tears surge with more joy,
a few words sent
were for another’s joy meant,
two lines and a picture
made up my letter,
but what came in return
teaches a lesson and
makes us learn,
words sincere and said
truly from the heart
touch true feelings,
with even a brief letter
bring happiness and joy
an eternal treasure.
though tears may fall but
Hour Seventeen ~ Call Cyclops ~
Text Prompt:
“Write a poem that involves a mythical monster in some capacity, whether it’s as a side character, a prop, a villain or even the protagonist.” – contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi.
Call Cyclops !
People with two eyes have become blind !
Have lost their sane mind
have lost the spirit of being kind.
They lie, cheat, deceive and rob
do not leave a single grain,on the cob
Call Cyclops !
for he may see
the cruelty killing and rape
the guilty making good their escape.
Call Cyclops !
he will catch the culprits
and put them behind bars or
send them for ever upto the stars.
Call Poseidon !
To clean the oceans and rivers
to save sea animals and food for fishes.
Call Aeolus !
To clean the air. purify the
atmosphere, increase oxygen everywhere.
All are mythical creatures
No wonder the world is not getting cleaner!
Hour Sixteen ~ Guardian of Oaths
Nothing survives without you
You the Guardian of oaths
Symbol of the gift of sight
travel across the skies , in
a four winged horse chariot
effulgent scathingly warm
till a fixed time
I a spirit celestial but human form
am one with Light from morn till
the hours reach their allowed limit,
and darkness begins to emerge
and merge,casting a pall, studded
with starry jewels gems twinkling
till a fixed time
26 June 2022
Hour Fifteen ~ Knitting and I ~
“Write a poem about someone or something you have lust for.” by Daryl Cole Curnow.
When I have nothing else to do, I sit
and knit and knit and knit all day-
only getting up when its time to pray
then back again to the needles to fit
I knit for babies I knit for kids
I love to mix the colours bright
I love to knit pullovers tight
and now for the hands the mitts
I find the mind involved and away
from all stress strife and things astray
I feel happy that I have the skill to make
clothes for others to keep warm and awake
for me its a reading calculating book
I see beyond the normal outlook
I see the stars rainbows in stitches
away stays sadness magic and witches
Its good to have this as a hobby
pray count and blend happiness
stay focused on The Good Scheme
Be blessed in heart smile in the dream.
Wake Up
Wake Up Faith Wake Up,
Its time for prayer
Oh, let me sleep a little more
I’m exhausted and a little sore,
I played till late to get a high score.
No Wake Up, Wake Up.