Day 7 #OctPoWriMo Nanny Aunt Annie

Nanny Aunt Annie 

What I not change,

it not in the past,

is in the present,

Nanny, am I, joy,

Nephew, I love you. 

By Annie Laurie

Day 6 #OctPoWriMo Over the Fog

Over The Fog

The sun rose,

the clouds glowed,

over the fog

dark blue and purple 

over the horses in the polo field. 

Day 5 Poem #OctPoWriMo Our Fingers Brushed Each Other

Our fingers brushed each other,
we walked side by side but
on the next pass our fingers tangled together,
the perfect fit.

Your hand stoke the back of my neck,
on the way to my shoulder,
I hid my face into your side
and the woman screamed on the screen.

You leaned forward,
I stood on my tiptoes
we both angled our head to the right,
our breaths blended and our lips met.

The bubbled feeling raise from my stomach
to my chest it tickled the inside
of my cheeks into a goofy smile,
it popped thoughts of you when you're away.


To find out about today's writing Poetry Prompt, and a links to the other poets check out OctPoWriMo 2015 

Day 4 Poem #OctPoWriMo The Magic of

So I'm writing poems for OctPoWriMo, and the writing prompt for today is Do You Believe in Magic.

The Magic of

I want my senses
heighten and brighten
like the magic of joy
by the color of sunflowers,
wheat and ripen lemons.

I want my senses
frighting and rising
like the magic of love
with the wings of butterfly kisses,
forehead kisses, and unforgettable kisses.

I want my senses
striving and living
like the magic of family
joining the sounds of running feet,
loud conversations, and quiet moments.

with you, you who are the ones I have,
and you are the ones I don't have or haven't yet.

By Annie

2012 Day 4 Poem "Granddaddy's Watch 

For more information and a list of the other poets go check out OctPoWriMo 2015

Puzzle Pieces #1 OctPOWriMo Day 2

Puzzle Pieces #1

My friends slide like perfect
Puzzle pieces into my life.
God's Perfect
Plan, I hoped that the one,
My true love slide just as perfect
into my life.

So I invite you
Come, exist in my world.

Please check on the poetry Prompt and links to the other poets link at OctPoWriMo Day 2   

A Book I WANTED day 15 OctPoWriMo

Just One Year By Gayle Forman
Picture from Goodreads 

The writing prompt today is writing a poem inspired by a piece of News, well I saw that a book I wanted to read came out today.  My poem about a book....laugh. Enjoy. 

A Book I WANTED

A book I WANTED to read came out today.

Saw the announcement on Facebook.

Even had a reminder on my smart phone,

that I don't remember putting there.

I WANTED to read this book!

It's like a reminder of a crush I once had...

It's a sequel, really a parallel story to another novel.

Hmmm... like falling in love

First novel about a year in a girl's point of view.

Like finding joy and happiness with someone and then it's GONE.

This book, the second book about the boy's point of view.

I WANTED to know what happened, his thoughts, his actions in that make believe year.

The wait....full of  heartache.

If I sit here and think about the story I'll make that feeling come back.

Sigh.....

Ok.... I want to read that book, so do I rush to the bookstore?  

By Annie 

The book I'm talking about is Just One Year by Gayle Forman, its the sequel to Just One Day. If you haven't read it yet and love YA novels I highly recommend this book.  I hope Just One Year is just as good!

Lost in Noise Day 14 OctPoWriMo

The Writing Prompt for the today is to write a poem about silence. To look at an object and write about the silence around you.  But I wrote the first thing that popped into my head at the world silence.

Lost in Noise

You would think I was lost in a world of silence,

but I lost in a world of noise. The noise of the world.

The noise you hear every day and tune out.

In the noise I don't hear and the noise I hear

better then the sound I want to hear.

I want to hear your voice but instead

I hear the deep hum of the world as it buzz all around us.

So I gave up I'm sorry I gave up, but I still want to hear your voice.

by Annie

Come join the writing poetry challenge at OctPoWriMo 2013 

Relate More to Beast then Beauty Day 12 OctPoWriMo

Don't remember where this picture came from but it's not mine and this is 

Disney's Belle (Beauty)

Today's poetry writing prompt is about shadows. While we could write about shadows, the prompt more about writing about our shadow side. Our non-virtues, hate, greed, lust, ect.

"Relate More to Beast then Beauty"

I love the tale of Beauty and the Beast

Relate more to Beast then Beauty

For who could love me?

Love me? I didn't even love me.

Thought they hated me,

then thought they thought me not worth it.

Related more to Beast then Beauty.

Pain in chest - empty, hollow, lost,

Knives and scissors, pointy, sharp.

But something stopped me.

For who could love me?

My family loved me.

Every single one loves me.

Told me God saved me.

Death had his chances.

Six times before age six weeks,

but he lost his chances.

God saved me.

God is the one who loves me.

Gave me a chance, not Death.

Saved me (gave me life) for a reason.

Love me? I love me.

No more self hate digging a hole in me.

Still hate knives and scissors.

Took me years to get here,

but still not there

the question changed.

For what man would love me?

If I like a man - a crush.

I'll think of every reason for him to not.

I'm boring, life not exciting, living at home.

He's not going to understand, or like me back.

He's want sex, and dump you - silly child of God.

You have a hearing lost,

as you stubble over words, do you want to explain why?

Why bother.

Relate more to Beast then Beauty

I am beautiful, Beast still there.

This is my shadow mix my light with my darkness.  

By Annie

This poem really explain why the story I'm writing right now is basic on Beauty and the Beast. I always wanted to write a story basic on this fairy tale.  But this is the first time I've felt I've a good story idea.

~Annie

P.S. I posted the wrong day number on my post yesterday. it was day 11 not 10 lol. 

Sounds of Her Life Day 10 OctPoWriMo

this picture doesn't belong to me
check out her website here

She sits on her deck.

In the silence come

the hard crackling creakling of cricketers

Shoooommmm of a semi truck on the highway.

the zoom zooom zooooooooom of a motorcycle on the road in front of her house.

the soft tap tap as she typed on her laptop.

woof, woof say the dogs at something in the backyard.

In her life these sound stayed the same,

but her life changed and changed as she grew up in this house. 

Write, Right? Day 9 OctPoWriMo

Write, Right?
Write, I need to Write,
Right Now.
Write
One word,
One sentence,
One paragraph,
One page,
Write something!

by Annie

If you like to join the OctPoWriMo poetry writing challenge click this link.

Butterflies in Me Day 6 OctPoWriMo

Butterflies in Me

Next

The Future

Sleeping Beauty Stage

Dreaming When Will I Wake Up?

The Tunnel No Light at End

Maybe I'll Write?

Nanny?

Wait.

Eyes

Toward Me

Expected to Speak

Blush, Wish Earth Swallow

Disappear Blend in Wall

Must Speak Right Now

More Wallflower

Smile.

Crush

Draw Closer

Throat Heart Throbbing

Rest of Body Frozen Solid

Tongue Rooted Top Mouth

Finally Eyes Met

He Walk By

Lost

By Annie

I'm a Young Woman Who Day 5 OctPoWriMo

The Poetry Prompt challenge for today was write a list poem with the started I'm a woman who.... well I read Sincerely, Aishah's Poem and she started with "I'm a young woman who" so since I'm a young woman too, I stole the line from her poem I hope she doesn't mind. 

I'm a young woman who hopes the 30's are indeed the new 20's.

I'm a young woman who quiet and wait and watches like a spider (only I'm harmless).

I'm a young woman who prays for healing - come I'll pray for you.

I'm a young woman who born with hearing lost prays to hear the birds sing every day.

I'm a young woman who believe in true love but yet to find hers.

I'm a young woman who want a man (not a boy) who will stand by her side.

I'm a young woman who willing to stand alone as long as she has God.

I'm a young woman who love the power of God, the true  and real "magic" of the world. (In Jesus' name I pray)

I'm a young woman who loves books.

I'm a young woman who has...needs to write. (It's burned on my heart)

I'm a young woman who doesn't realize how blunt her tongue.

I'm a young woman who still discovering her passions.  

Gentle Day 4 OctPoWriMo

Oh, how I wish my dreams

would come on a gentle breeze

I lay in bed and want to scream

Sometimes I think the angels of fate teases

Or maybe it's the muses that teases

Please be gentle to me for I'm a writer

I need to write the visions I see

fingers on keyboard I pull an all nighter.

Oh, True Love, be gentle to my heart

where are you? Where's Cupid's arrow?

When will love journey long start?

I guess I'll meet him some tomorrow.

Go told me to go straight and my path is narrow.

~Annie

Bold Butterfly OctPoWriMo Day 3

The prompt today is what was our first poem or what made us love poetry?

Well I don't know if this was my first poem but it's the poem that made me realized I had something to say with poetry. 

Bold Butterfly

A high school Junior I wrote a Shakespearean poem,

in creative writing class about swimming a race.

How I shot into the water, lived the moment.

In that moment I loved the chase.

Not the fastest swimmer, I loved

the feeling of the water treading alone my body,

the butterfly, oh how I remember thee, my beloved.

Modest in life, there I was bold, even in a swimsuit, oddy.

That was what I wrote a while ago in another being,

The me now and the me then would be disagreeing.

In high school I was on the local swim team, but I didn't join until later, most of my teammates had been on the team from a young age.  While I loved swimming since I was 7 I didn't discover the swim team until I was a teenager. My favorite stoke was the butterfly, one of the hardest stoke in swimming but I loved it. Also I was one of the better swimmers on my team in that stoke.  So one day in creative writing class it's what I wrote about and since I shared something about me, my teacher liked it.

~Annie

Fat Burn! OctPoWriMo

Hello I came up with my poem for today while at the gym this morning.

Fat burn!

As I

On the

Treadmill

Praised God.

Fat burn!

As I

Sang of

Amazing

Love - God

Turned my

5'5 frame

Long and lean.

[Turned out my poetry was hiding at the gym. ;) ]

If you like to learn more to to join me and others as we write a poem everyday of October. 31 poems 31 days! check out the blog as this link OctPoWriMo.

Day 31 Poem: Maybe (and what I've shared)

I've managed to write and share a poem with y'all everyday this month.  I ended up sharing more then I intended.
I shared my pain - my heart ache.
I shared my fears.
I shared a little bit of my hope.
I dared to share what I was thinking or feeling that day in a poem.

Here is my last poem.

Maybe

 

Wishful thinking, full of hope,

Maybe it's not wishful, maybe,

its the truth, it floats

around in my head, driving me crazy.

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

And here you will find the last post over at OctPoWriMo

 

And the last blog hop of October. 

Day 30 Poem: My Today's Feelings

Today I find I can't write a whole poem so I wrote a few lines here and there. It's been a crazy day. so today's poem is titled "My Today's Feelings

My Today's Feelings

 

As the day flew by

I wondered can it get any worse?

 

Locked out of the house

Locked out of the car

Car keys locked inside the house

Cell phone locked inside car

 

By the end of the day

what do I wish had happen?

 

I can't say what I wish to say

I can't write what I wish to write.

 

 

Day 28 Poem: Life Talks

Today's poem prompt was to take a quote from the blog post and write a poem.  Here is the quote I picked:

 

You lie there kicking like a baby, waiting for God himself
To lift you past the rungs of your crib. What
Would your life say if it could talk?

—from “No Fly Zone” by Tracy K. Smith (Pulitzer Prize Winner)

So what would my life say if it could talk?
Here is my answer.

Life Talks

 

So you feel like you're afloat?

Darling, I think you think about,

it too much. I don't mean to gloat,

I've thrown a lot at you, never once completely back out.

 

You are my quiet fighter,

you sit and wait like a spider.

 

by Annie Laurie Gray

 

For some reason there is not a code for the blog hop over on the OctPoWriMo Blog today.... sorry no blog hop today.

Day 27 Poem: Stranger

For today's poem I just started writing my thoughts down and then cut up the pages. Picked out some of the lines and created a poem.  Funny it helped me realize something really important. Read and see.

Stranger

 

Does God have a detailed plan for us?

 

In August a seed was planted in my mind,

create a blog and start writing again,

go to the coffee shop and write.

 

In November last year

 

Life changed for me

A stoke changed my grandmother

Dependent on us

Independent and strong - gone.

My cousin and I the prime caregivers

I didn't mind

wanted to help

improve her life

 

But God knew

My soul sat in the dark

only a few things brought in light,

my God,

my family,

friends at the coffee shop,

and this stranger

 

For a few years now

I met my friends on Wednesday for what we called coffee club,

meant to be a college group,

but I'm no longer in college,

talked about the bible and our lives,

Noticed this guy at some point writing in his notebook.

 

After November

 

I started looking for him to come in,

sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't,

I just wanted to see him,

sound like a crush doesn't it?

But it wasn't

Something... good, but not a crush,

I couldn't explain it even to myself.

 

Summer came

 

I stopped going to the coffee shop,

but in August God planted a seed,

go to the coffee shop and write.

And don't forget to look for him.

Only there was no need to look he's there.

Learned his name

but now to shy to talk to him,

 

Is this all by chance?

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

Hi K.C. I doubt you'll see this but thank you.

Your friend, Annie.

To me this poem say that someone I didn't know ended up being important even if it was only for that moment.



Day 26 Poem: Nervousness

Nervousness

 



Nervousness is like a wall built up within seconds made of mud and bricks.
Between you and another person or what you really want to do.
My question is... are you going to break through or stand there.
By Annie Laurie Gray

This is the question I'm asking myself today. Am I going to break through that wall or stand there?

I found this YouTube video when checking the spelling of seconds.

It's a sweet video on what can happen in a second, an idea that most people can relate too.  Also goes along with the idea of my poem.



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