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!

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. 

Poem: I'm Sorry

My guts wrenched with an unsure feeling,
I had done something,
Unintentionally
I stared at his face,
The words shock, hurt, and anger flew through my mind,
at his expression. Somehow,
I don't know how,
I hurt his feelings
I'm sorry.

Poem: The Boy Who Tried

When I wrote this poem I didn't like anything I wrote for the last couple of days.  So when I sat down at my computer I decided not to have a pre-writing plan or plot in mind.  I prayed to God for Him to dwell in me and to help me write.
I wrote this poem which has never mention God.
Really I didn't plan to write this poem... I didn't even plan to write a poem.  I wrote this with the Lord's help.

  The Boy Who Tried

He doesn't understand why she looked so sad.  She wouldn't look at him, wouldn't smile but he wouldn't look or smile either.

He tried.

He has no regrets, he tried.

One day he talked to her.  It was only a greeting.  "How are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?" she answered, with eyes opened a little too wide. Shocked he talked to her he guessed.

He smiled and nodded his goodbye.

Something happened he should of it as he left.

He waited for her again over and over again at the coffee shop.

She showed up but they didn't talk but he's sure something happened.

He waited for the moment to come, the right moment.

The right moment came.

He waited for her, it's the night of the Christmas parade.

He watched her car drive by, she looking for someone he's sure it's him.

It's the right moment, he sure of it.

But she never showed up.

Maybe she's was looking for another guy, not him.

The Girl who  

She doesn't understand why he looked mad.

She get the feeling she ruined his plans.

One day she tried to talk to him.

No regrets she tried to talk to him.

She got his name, but she only gave her first name.

Something happened she had a feeling.

Over and over she went to the coffee shop hoping to see him.

They never talked....

She was not sure what was happening anymore.

One day she drove by the coffee shop she forgot about the Christmas parade.

She looked for him through the windows of the coffee shop.

He watched her with half a smile.

But she didn't find a parking place, got there too late.

Now he sit with another girl maybe she was wrong.

To break the silence between them.

By Annie Laurie Gray

Poem: God Only You Know

God only You know all my thoughts,
God only You know how I truly feel.
God only You know if I'm truly scared,
God only You know how to bring joy back to my heart,
God only You know what I truly want,
God only You know the plans You have for me,
God only You matter.

Poem:

I doubt we're the same,
but we react the same,
I guess we're both strange,
so who going to take the chance and change?

If you thought I couldn't
hear, you're right I couldn't
But you could have said hi
And so could have I.

By Annie Laurie Gray

Poem: Thankful For Perfect Timing

Thankful for perfect timing,
my brother showed me a ultrasound,
announced you're going to be an aunt, his smile shining,
with wide eyes I'm astound.

But then astound grow to excitment,
finally new life, new joy to fill the void,
my mama's cheeks pink with delightment,
she going to be a grandmother - overjoyed.

All at once Thanksgiving week is thanks-filled,
instead of pain and dark-filled,
thanks God for my brother, sister-in-law, and baby,
I want laugh over and over - finally a baby!

by Annie Laurie

Poem: Shyness

Shyness

Is my shyness a game?

I don't mean to play a game,

I lose my nerves, can't reclaim,

voice get stuck in throat is to blame.

Should I give you my number?'

Would you even call?

Even that I think I'd blunder,

after I greet you I feel silly and small.

Scared,

Do I dare?

Would you care?

Poem: Do You Look For Me?

All last month I wrote a poem at day, and I miss that so I'm going to try to post a poem a week.  Here is this week's poem.

 

 

Do you look for me?

Wonder in what yellow bug I be?

Truly,

I look for you

wonder in what car,

you are.

 

by Annie Laurie Gray

 

What do you think?

Please comment.

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.



Please comment.

and here is the blog hop:

Day 25 Poem: Oh Crush

Today's OctPoWriMo Poetry Prompt is Love Story. To write about my love story.

When I think of Poetry and Love I think about being in Love.

I have never been in love.

And True Love

For some reason I am remembering Westley in the movie Princess Bride say "True Love" at Miracle Max's house. Now that a movie that makes you believe in true love. "As you wish."

And strangely that bring me to crushes, because Westley love Buttercup but he can't tell her (good example  and definition for a crush) so instead he say "As you wish." (If you have never seen this movie I'm telling you go rent it now!)

I have had plenty of crushes.

Here's my poem

Oh Crush

 

Oh Crush, why are you here?

I'm not going to act,

and he doesn't know, he is, to act.

 

I sit here and watch or ignore

whatever the case may be,

wonder and dream does he like me?

by Annie Laurie Gray

 

 

 

And here are the other poets who wish to share their poems with you.