Heart Beats is Accepting Submissions

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“Heart Beats” is an anthology of poetry about the various aspects of what makes us tick or makes a heart-beat.

This will be about love, life, happiness, anything that makes life more joyful or tolerable.

Let’s face it. These are tough times and there have been many events in 2020 which have many of us shaking our heads. People who were once friends have gone their separate ways. Some are soul searching, examining life more closely as time has leant more for this.

Heart Beats is about working through and maybe even overcoming these challenges. …

Poetry Anthology “Heart Beats” is accepting Submissions

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We are accepting submissions for “Heart Beats” an anthology of poetry.

For information just send an email to: prolificpulse@gmail.com

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Tips for when you get sidetracked

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Photo by Gabriel Benois on Unsplash

In the past couple of weeks-via Meetup-I have participated in Writing Sprints. It’s a pretty cool way to get things done, especially when you get sidetracked, like I do. It is not a new concept for me, but I had not participated in one in ages. A couple of writers and I were doing them consistently, but life changes and all, we departed. It’s all good, though. Recently, at a TAF Talks presentation by Donna Gephart, I learned about how she writes 25 minutes and then takes short breaks, then back to writing. …

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Such a passion for life, he had heartfelt goals; raising his daughter to become a confident woman; he lived his life to become the best man for his family; he saw the worth of souls and was a shining light to those who knew him.

Now, he is gone.

Just like that; He has been preparing his entire life for his homegoing; but it was not to be his time, just yet. He had two daughters and a son to live out his life for, to witness their walks of life, yet he is gone.

A man’s last words became his call to live and just like that he was denied. I envision his mother heard him and took him in her arms; and while his life on earth is over, let not his soul be wasted, let not his purpose be forgotten, and may we only hope to walk down the aisles of life with the passion of this man, this man who wanted to breathe. …

Poetry

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Photo by Florian van Schreven on Unsplash

Coloring the sails with clouded light

Drifting to the sea blue green white foaming

Living in the lifeboat made for you and me

And now we will know freedom

Every walkway shadowed

Sanded with the substance of pinks

Glassine with shimmery powders

Gasping for air and sinking

Grasp my hand and pull me up

Let me stay beside my ever more

Sipping from the silver chalice

Once more to know sweet ardor

Communion is not for the crowds

But for the one who partakes

A personal commitment to being more

Yet to be more is to be less

Originally published at http://prolificpulse.blog on April 10, 2020.

A Double Acrostic

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Retirement is an interesting term often used for people when they are older

Enlisting in new adventures can be fun and educational as well as uncomfortable

Taking each day as it comes helps when you have the luxury of such a treat

Instead many retirees are facing less than plentiful resources and need stimuli

Restlessness may come about when someone has less to live on than a dollar

Enrolling in programs is challenging and it matters to have help to console

Despite attempts to act as if all is well it is important to find means to the…

Six Sentence Story Prompt Challenge

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Photo by sarandy westfall on Unsplash

It was not long before Horace started exhibiting marked changes in his personality, mostly exhibiting sadness, just about two weeks into being closed in his house.

His wife, Charlotte, was at her wit’s end trying to keep her mind as Horace followed her around all day long.

It was all because Horace identified as a salesman in a non-essential business, and he was lost as to what to do with his time.

Never having hobbies outside of his bowling league on Sunday nights, no way to do that with all the restrictions, he would pace the floor and consume mass quantities of any foods within his reach. …

Poetry

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The Spirit of Music Plays On

As I look at the tan shaded keys of the piano

Crackled dingey and peeling

Melodies are now memories

Of the time when elegance was about tea and piano time

When we all dressed proper and sang deep from the soul

Just as when we faced the hurricanes

We gathered at the farm

Secured the property

Gathered by the waiting piano

Until the master touched the keys

And all worries of wind and rain

Were belted out to calm the storms

And we survived

Our dear piano survived

Always leaving us with peace

Each day was another day of…

Poetic Humor

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Photo by Paula Hayes on Unsplash

A friend asked me to write a poem call “Quarantini” about a martini related to COVID-19, of course using some humor. I wrote the poem, which sounded like a ditty and changed it up. This may be my worse poem ever and I am letting it play.

Quarantini Time

When COVID-19 came along

My friend suggested I write a poem

All about a new martini

Given the name quarantini

In what they call a quarantine

Many people stay unseen

Keeping in their houses closed

Running out for a reload

Life becomes about books and TV

Some will party on with sad…

Poetry and Memoir

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Lisa dressed up for 1st teen dance.

This was a moment of my life

It had to happen to enjoy my first dance

It was at my Kentucky school

Student council raising money

Created a Valentine’s date match

Sweaty palms and pencil in hand

This one signed up for a date

All for the Valentine’s dance

Twelve years old seventh grade student

Unsure of how to prepare

In stepped my big sister

After dying her red dress

And sharing her white blouse

She carefully applied my makeup

An expert of creating beauty

Nervously excited to meet my date

Daddy dropped me at the school

Along came my selected…

About

Lisa Tomey

Artist, Writer, Nature Enthusiast, Foodie, who is growing older gracefully, or not.

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