Miraquill
Poetic Pilot
piloting poetries
on pages!
©poetryly
poetryly
An effervescent soul striving to beam poetically in HIS light...perhaps you’ll relate.
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poetryly
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Poetry is my last hope
when my fingers have moment
but my feet are motionless.
It’s the only open avenue
my emotional voice can
safely travel.
Whenever I suspect
undesirable notions
are venturing to
continually reoccurring,
continually reoccurring
relishing my mind perpetuating.
Continually reciting my weakness,
continually reciting my weakness
until my hand anxiously grasp the pen!
Propelling ink
gliding letters
between airy lines
random thoughts
in slow momentum
gaining speed
to eventually become
air borne verses relieving my mind
by finally taking flight across the pages.
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poetryly
1w
I LOVE
I love ambience rainy days
with autumn leaves and
cozy feelings.
I love anxious moments
when I feel them
finally receding.
I love when positive vibes
shields me from
toxic attitudes.
I love prayers
that weren’t readily
answered until needed.
I love my love ones
and their distinctive smiles
and voices.
I love poetries
my mind relates
what my pupils evokes.
I love the joy of writing
from simple verses
to lengthy stories.
I love learning to embrace
God’s humor when HE
created me unique.
I love the erratic way
I speak that calms itself
on paper.
I love I have numerous loves
not all written or in order and
more to be discover.
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Hey, sometimes life has it’s anxious moments eventually you feel the need to describe it, partly due to being a writer, I think.Oh, how I wanna write,
compose even the simplest of
sentences, unadorned with a title
nor rhyme even the slightest.
Oh, how I wanna write,
yet the paper shakes between
my fingers and poetic half phrases.
Oh, how I wanna write,
my soul is crying out to scribble
please release my anxieties
with the stroke of the pen!
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Photo found on previous UC Berkley post on Pinterest
Simple Wish
I wish they only knew,
how much anxiety effects.
I wish they only knew,
how much depression deflects
I wish they only knew,
without being the one affected.
©poetryly:
“As iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens his friend” - Proverbs 17:17
I wish more people could understand or knew or learn how to better empathize without having being the one afflicted. Heartfelt words or even (the smallest) thoughtful deeds can be used in sharpening a dull spirit in need.Simple Wish
I wish they only knew,
without being
the one affected;
how comforting
they can be.
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Pic credit - Muppet Beaker’s parody of Edward Munch the Scream found on Sartle’s Pinterest board.
HITCHCOCK HORROR
(See lengthy terror
tale, if you’d dare)
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HITCHCOCK HORROR
As he stepped inside (he’s stomach felt a familiar twist), he found the house a (horrible) mess (reviving angst memories), soiled utensils lying on the floor (in close range to the steel basin fixture, apparently dropped in haste), unwashed clothes lying in the corner (an odor of intrusive stench embracing the room, he eyes started to twitch).
He’s eyes forcible continues peering at the destruction of his recent immaculate haven.
He felt caught unaware even though he had an slight inkling of remembrance this was the day they would be free to return. He neglected to mark his calendar to their leaving boxed walls to be released upon orderly civilization.
It hasn’t even been a full year
yet they been given a early break.
Scanning the damages further,
he’a lips trembles a bit,
even though he’ll never admit.
Heart rate beating an erratic drumming
he previously waltz to!
Blood pressure scaling veins in terror
at the relative horror!
Television was turned on (left on some kind of singular tube yet multitudes of stranger’s videos flashes across
the screen.
“Please stop” he silently pleads gripping both sides of his head. He’s hearing and sight assaulted from the tic tocking yet he didn’t noticed a clock in sight).
“Shut it off”! He’s minds screams even though there’s no human in sight.
He must be in some kind of shock!
He (didn’t) instantly called to his wife
(he’s instincts told him she had been
abducted hours ago)!
She must’ve been taken in a dazed haste or else she would’ve called him for help or caution him! Instead he was left to walk in without apparent warning into this
horrific scenery!
He was concerned about her welfare.
Were they demanding enormous funds or taking possessions of
her credit cards?
He’s hand gripped his cell, he needed to locate her before it was too late!
Before he hit even a digital,
he caught sight of a makeshift note in red ink. He’s still shaken hands grasp it, reading the jerky print. It wasn’t speaking of a ransom yet the words only eased his tension a tad bit.
As bittersweet emotions overwhelmed him, causing his tears to swell
even though he won’t’ admit.
It just one of life’s iconic twist
and turns with a sweet butter knife.
He realized his horrible disheveled but beloved kids were back home, on spring break. The realization of the bittersweet twisting in his gut made him wonder how many other unsuspecting fathers came home to
a seemly crime scene
and their wife missing?
©poetryly
*EPILOGUE*
Ok I’m a bit late for the date for Miraquill ‘s story challenge. This challenge was kinda of challenging to say the least (pun intended).
Even though the ending sorta popped into my mind right away. I had to figure out what would come before it. You see the premise of the ending was
inspired by
my frustrations after watching
some old episodes of
Alfred Hitchcock Presents on MeTV.
Some of his tv episodes still stand the test of time (I quite enjoy the twists) but there has been a few that have taken me on a mysterious ride only to end with either normalcy or a corny abrupt ending. I find myself saying
something along these lines
(at times out loud, I will admit lol)
“What in the world😱,
I watched all that for naught”!
Ok, I usually say nothing but naught just sounded better lol. So I decided to take a stab with my pen my own version if I was a writer on his show back than.
I hope at the end of reading, you’ll find yourself also saying with frustration
“What in the world😱,
I read all that for naught”!
Than I poetryly have done
Alfred Hitchcock’s Presents
justice after all & unashamedly
given myself
a 🏆 for that alone😆
**Please excuse any spelling errors…I grew weary of editing, etc
As far as grammar…it’s not my strong suit😉 and I’m still keeping my 🏆😂 -
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Pic Credit - Unknown but photo found from an article on Pinterest from E. Colbert.
Maybe you’ll relate how writing (or even reading poetry) can aid in releasing anxious feeling when you feel yourself caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place.
So when you discover yourself in that uncomfortable spot…WRITE ON! You’ll never know who it may comfort besides yourself even it only one or many…WRITE ON!
“So, than let us pursue the things making for peace and the things that build one another up.” - Romans 14:19
Write On or Read On either way we can benefit. Feeling a bit of Peace,
Poetryly ☺️✌🏽Disquietude
She caught in between that tight squeeze between a rock and a hard place.
Each direction she seems to turns, complications grips another piece of
her peeling flesh,
wounds that aren’t fully healed.
Aiming to reopen them to
the negative compassed energy.
Positive attained vibes
vehemently grapples to stay intact.
Pressing back against the tightness
of being caught in between
the provibial rock and a hard place;
determine not to be crushed!
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#nostalgic #wod @miraquill
Nostalgic Musing I’m consuming can sometimes be quite confusing…depending on the mood I’m in.
This write was inspired recounting some true feelings after reading “Nostalgic Notions” skillfully rhythmically written by @lovenotes_from_carolyn for this challenge. This is my spur of the moment write which I seem to do a lot when striving to break from Writer’s Block….*long story short which is actually usually brief….go figure lol.
*If you wonder what I mean by that….scroll to my previous post and take a leisurely yet seemly haphazardly read but ONLY IF you have the patience…the fortitude to take on this writers’ sorta dare. If not, NP😉Nostalgic Musing
Nostalgic thoughts tracing the lines of times in my frequently overactive mind.
Tears brimming,
some former memories still crisscross
my heart leaving fresh marks.
Should I give them permission to overflow
or will they decide to broke forth
to ease any intense sorrow?
These nostalgic feelings are
causing my emotions to sway
in such a bittersweet yearning way.
I’m caught in backtracking the tightest hugs missed my Grandmother giving.
Previous conversions of
beloved friends in slow mode reliving.
Oh, if it wasn’t for my nostalgics weaving,
I would continually stay struck
in the beginning stages of grieving.
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#combinations #wod
and 👉🏽 #argument
Long story short like fine wine ages with time,
quotes I’ve been told or heard. So I will breathe, wait, and hope but this writer will warn you I’m about to go on a familiar whining spree. If you been keeping writing tabs along with me. All I can offer you positively is you can read my complaints for free but if you count your time as valuable but still read further on.
As the saying going, it on your dime.Long Story Short
So since you’ve been forewarned
you can grab some cheese along with
my no expense whine.
As the title goes long story short,
I breathe, wait, and hope you understand how frustrated I am
with this fickle Iphone of mines!
When will it finally cease being in cahoots
with Writer’s Block evil plot?
I realized it thinks I’m quite naive
when I caught it sneaking texts telling me I was still asleep and lost in fairy tales dreams.
Trying to pass off it’s treacherous behavior as if it was my Writing Knight in Shining Armor trying to rescue my moonlight scribbling.
While instead it was striving to leave me depleted of serious verses by the morn
and verbally babbling.
I would’ve been fooled into believing
its devious show of concern.
Give me a sec,
to breathe, wait, and hope and
get my exasperation better under control.
You must understand my vexation,
I almost fell sink, line, and hook for my cell
being on the take with Writer’s Block!
If it wasn’t for my irregularly insomnia
I’ve been had by that crook,
my backstabbing IPhone with all
it’s annoying clicks, alarms, and ringtone!
Long story short,
this tirade must come to abrupt end.
If hadn’t already lost you,
I’m going to
haphazardly,
honestly
even for me quite
unexpectedly
include another
argumentative challenge quote👇🏽
Not all wine (or people) ages well over time, sometimes it (they) was never good (mean spirited) from the beginning or after it (they) ages. It will probably be the fate of this nonalcoholic piffle of a tale that had you scrolling down figurative pages.
Long story short,
it’s time for me to fess up😲
This is nothing less or more than one of my silly stories to break lose any type of written way from Writer’s Block…solely & only.
I openly blamed my serious writing issues on an Apple product when it’s the very instrument I’m jovial fabricating upon.
The outright truth this has been nothing more, nothing less than another one of
my ahhhh….writing con.
I apologize now and probably (probably😌) will again so hopefully I will be eventually
forgiven on this Mirquill’s domain.
Hey there!
Pause, breathe, wait and hope this gets better (nada🙄) not only were you apprised beforehand but you were also hoodwinked😉without a clue (or maybe not💁🏽).
Keep pausing & repeat again,
you know what.
Anyway, I hope if you made it to this long finish, it was fine. If you had a bit of silly fun to past your time than it was worth putting embarrassment
(for me🤦🏽)
on the writer’s critical firing line.
Truly & Sincerely,
©poetryly
*EPILOGUE*
I must explain this was a rambling desperate spur of the moment writing escapades after reading a few writes with the verse
“breathe, wait, and hope.
I was like…that can’t be a coincidence.
I like thought….my phone (smh) was being fickle again by receiving a notification (again).
If it wasn’t a new challenge, I didn’t mean to offend anyone awesome writes.
That beautiful line just took my mind in a different direction (it happens here regularly).
As well, I can’t remember if I read here or in a recent book when someone said when anyone says
“long story short” it usually means you RARELY get the briefest retelling.
Wait isn’t that quite another argument,
that I discovered. I regress, where was I🤔?
Oh yeah, what I have done here frankly purposely yet regrettably😒with friends and family. For that, I again truly and sincerely give an apology if they every read this.
And That’s All Folks…nothing more for real😁 really real👈🏽oops👇🏽I just unintentionally fibbed. Please excuse any errors…this was way maaad long so I know I missed some
👇🏽editing👇🏽
Simply, and Truthfully
^THE END
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#argument #wod @miraquill
Artist credit - Cameron Chapman
For this challenge for some reasons birds came to mind. I, also, had a certain saying in mind but found this instead 👇🏽
“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life.” - Rumi
I so understand and appreciate the point but
I still had something to say in my own kinda argumentative way👇🏽
Even if I was born with wings,
I prefer to crawl through life
before taking immediate flight
so when I finally sprout my figurative wings,
no matter how later in years.
Only than can I literally recite how my expansive feathers was hard won while
I continually gain the momentum to soar to
the highest height meant for me.
©poetrylyYes, even if I was born with wings,
I prefer to start at a crawl first
before even flying.
©poetryly
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elusive_me
5d
Read MoreSometimes problems seem to chase you
Confusions prevail and all looks wrong.
Get hold of the guitar of your confidence
Open your heart for there always sits a song.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath
and just sing along .
If you enter a dark room from one door
Remember there's always a door to exit.
If there's a storm, so let be it.
Your soul is not meant to quit.
What's an ocean without violent waves
And a desert without sandstorm.
As situation demand, just transform.
Be the shade in sunlight
Be the peace in case of a fight.
Be the moon in the dark skies.
After dusk there's dawn
You should build the strength to carry on.
Life moves in such a style
It gives you smile but not without trial.
In good times make merry
but also strengthen yourself
for the burden that you may have to carry.
Past is past, it's gone
Learn from it and then move on.
#words #understand #poetry #life #ceesreposts #miraquill #writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetworkIf life gives you lemon
Make lemonade.
If life gives you wound
Apply first aid.
When things go wrong
Open your heart,
there's always a song
that will make you strong.
Hold the guitar of confidence
Close your eyes and commence.
©elusive_me -
lovenotes_from_carolyn
4d
Read MoreThis piece serves as my attempt at multiple recent challenges. Thank you so much for reading! Also, I need to request your patience in regard to reading/reposts, because as our cross country move is drawing near, my presence here will be sporadic for a month or two. Thanks for understanding and bearing with me. ♥️
The Merchant Marine & His Irish Queen
by lovenotes_from_carolyn
A wild and winsome wayfarer
Set sail with the Merchant Marines
To a land called the Emerald Isle
That's decked out in the loveliest greens
'Twas perhaps the luck o' the Irish
That led up to next event
For there, in the naval office
'Twas a gal who looked heaven-sent!
A bright lass was she, named Jenny
With brown hair and eyes of blue
For him, it was love at first sight
And I reckon it was for her too
Yes, that was my gramps and my gran
In a meeting designed by fate
There's a whole lot more to that story
But the hour is growing quite late
Fast forward to one whole year later
Oh that Irish lass, gramps sure did miss
So he brought her back here, to the States
Where they married, in wedded bliss
They got on with the usual business
Of living their day to day life
And soon enough, gramps did discover
He had a fine cook for a wife!
She prepared all the food to perfection
From hors d'oeuvres to roasted meats
To veggies and soups and salads
And of course, all the goodies and sweets
Huge feasts she'd create to delight us
Not a single time e'er did she fail
For as soon as she'd bring out the food
Cheers of delight would prevail
Her pies were sweet and superb
Her cookies, a chewy delight
And she'd send us on home with the extras
When we left at the end of the night
In the chill of midwinter on Sundays
I'd sit right by gran at her feet
As she'd tell me the tales of her childhood
While munching on goodies to eat
By then, she had barely an accent
But still, it was there in some way
And oh, was I fond of her voice
Which lives on in my heart to this day
Looking back on these tender moments
I recall the young Merchant Marine
And I'm so glad he sailed off to Dublin
And returned with his Irish queen.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 10/12/2021
#sundayc #momentsc #tenderc #grandma #imagery #wod #writersbay #writersnetwork #miraquill.
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miraquill
4d
Read MoreFor today's challenge pick one word from set A and one phrase from set B to write a poem or prose.
Set A
feet, emotions, words, empty, life
Set B
1. Poetry is my last hope...
2. If my poem doesn't rhyme...
3. There's a river flowing inside...
4. Broken crayons in my bag...
5. Behind a broken heart...
--Today, write a combination poem or prose--
Tag with #combination and share.
#wodCombination challenge
Comment below the word and the phrase you are using!
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pearlpoetry
3d
Every night.
I'm afraid to sleep...
In this quite night.
While I'm just breathless..
And helpless all time..
Where I can hear the silence..
Or it's just my heart beating...
Faster than the usual.
Causing anxiety about the day.
I miss myself..
When I slept all night..
Never worried about anything..
As brave and joyful as ever.
I lost that little girl..
Among this huge crowd..
Where everything is chaotic...
Calmness was blown..
I just couldn't...
Keep myself together..
Like I have never known peace..
And I never had love.
And every night..
I beat up myself...
Thinking about every mistake..
And pain I gained.
Every single road I took..
In this chaotic lanes..
Where I lost myself..
Many many times.
And..afraid of the tomorrow..
I spent the night..all awake..
Thinking of the changes I made..
Overthinking about the mistakes I made.
I miss myself..more today.
I miss myself...than all this pain.
©pearlpoetry -
miraquill
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Imagery is described as a picture made out of words. It is extensively used in poetry. Gustatory imagery is a type of imagery that appeals to the sense of taste. For example: The fresh and juicy orange.
--Today, write a poem using gustatory imagery in it.--
Tag with #imagery and share.
#wodImagery
Poetically describe the taste of pumpkin in comments!
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saloni__
3w
Read More#monostich #wod #pod #ceesreposts
@miraquill @writersnetwork
@fromwitchpen @fairytales_ @taekook_maknae
Thank you for EC ��❤️◎
The rhythms of my disenchanted emotions pirouetted to the tunes of shredded moonlight
©saloni__ -
miraquill
1w
Word of the day – wild
Write a poem, prose or story using the word WILD
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_firefly
1w
Read MoreDuring monsoon, the colour palette
of my nani's kitchen used to change
completely from creamy sweet
to sindoor red spicy, and it was
the best time for me to steal
kachche aam drying in the open
veranda, which my mother
never let me eat usually,
for I have a sensitive throat and
my tears still remain uncontrolled.
The greasy fragrance of pickles
used to lure me into the kitchen,
where nani stood in her perfectly
draped lilac and golden saree,
with her hands completely dipped in
the masala, my little attempts
to wipe her shining sweat drops,
carefully without smudging her kajal,
and she pinched my nose as if
it meant she wanted to say that she
loves me, but no one ever taught her,
how or when to express affection
not through the eyes but words.
/ my nani told me I could be a great poet for I know how to use words along with feelings /
_firefly
#grandma @miraquill thanks for EC ✨ #fireflyec
Nani is maternal grandmother.
Sensitive throat and tears here signify my strength to fight my weakness.
Also this is purely from my heart hence no fancy words or exaggerations..
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Supernova Dreams
If a title brings a judgement,
Or some glib expectation,
Then, I'll be so anonymous,
To avoid such segregation,
I'm not a part of anything,
Other than this universe,
Made up of supernova dreams,
I'd be a blessing in this curse,
To live as others would dictate,
By their follies, and device,
I'm only here one time around,
I wouldn't choose to live this twice,
Bedecked in finery, transposed,
Look more deeply, then you'll see,
I was always more a friend to you,
Than the foe you saw in me.
©foreverseptember -
Feel
Feel the beat
of the tune before
you dance else
might mistune it
to be unsuccessful
©ajaysharma9286
