What one physical object (I am not talking about your dog or cat or baby, but a possession) would you save in case of a fire? Your prompt this hour is to write a poem about that possession.

A labyrinth Choices I made Decision that I stand upon Working out to one’s heart content Uplifting spirit to share Loving so immensely A shadow overcome Learning so tenderly Life is indeed beautiful 4:00 pm 20/06/2014 © ROY MARK AZANZA CORRALES All Rights Reserved

Sleep deprived, I can’t decide, Continue? can’t open my eyes. Foggy, soggy, liquid matter. No time for idle chatter. Beauty rest, I cannot get, falling fast, like off the fence, when I hit the final fall, its gonna make a splatter.    

After dark, the moon is full and bloody red Eyes longing, searching for a victim to devour. Victims who are susceptible to her magic charms, her tempest beauty is enticing and tempting. Lonely spirit are inviting and she’s itching her way to seduced her first…

closing seems such useless work, only to open up again. Today and yesterday again, Tomorrow through the day again. Let’s pretend that we could quick, these hopeless pointless working wade, Let’s pretend it means something, To will away these weekend days..

Turtles are a sluggish lot carrying armor on their back, swathing their soul with care. Most of us think we are burdened when the truth reveals that it is easier to be The bearer of hard tidings than the ones who remain to survive. Turtles…

Gently rustling leaves dance delightfully as if there’s a sneeze tickling the beech tree.   The playful wink of the rising sun finds me in the same position as when the frown of the setting one departed for dark abandon.   I make for a…

As we get old, Cracking limbs and joints, Synchronization of bones, Moving to get fit, to keep my throne.  

Emptiness In a dark corner of the world, Broken spirit have lost it’s mission, forever drifted. Trailing lonely paths,with no clear intention, Locked in their own world, No trace of hope unfold. Forbidden souls,roam in state of insanity,we mourn. In a dark corner of the…

Write a sestina! A sestina is a poem with six stanzas of six lines and a final triplet, all stanzas having the same six words at the line-ends in six different sequences that follow a fixed pattern, and with all six words appearing in the…