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Independence Day – A Cleave Poem

(A Cleave poem is three poems in one. First read column one, top to bottom, then column two, then each line across.)

Independence Day

they sought freedom / a better life
on a distant shore / just over the Rio Grande
a month’s long journey by water / across treacherous terrain
entire families / they came with nothing
risking everything / but their precious children
to chase a dream / only to face a nightmare
when met with hardship / separated by icy hate
the people fought / begging for mercy
for freedom and liberty / for their babies, now orphaned
a cost too dear / by a once shining beacon
too pay / a lady, now looking away
some would say / on a hill
bloodshed and glory / she’s building a wall
the ultimate sacrifice / it can’t come too soon
paid by heroes / whatever the cost
for our independence / to protect them from us


For some this is a day of national pride and celebration, barbecues, family gatheries and fireworks. For others, it is a continuing nightmare. We have forgotten that most of us were foreigners and refugees once. I cannot celebrate until we remember.

Alone Shooter – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 15

Alone Shooter

(A Cleave Poem, meant to be read in three parts, top to bottom, first column, second column, then the / entire line.)

I’m going to be a legend / I know I don’t matter
the whole world will know me / they treat me like I don’t exist
the ones that say / it’s better that way, I think
I’m a weirdo, I’m strange / better than the beatings and
I’ll show them / the broken bones
they won’t be laughing then / how could someone treat a kid like this?
when I do what I do / I tried to be good
I’ve been planning for years / but I was never good enough
the world makes it so easy / failure is all I know
for freedom fighters like me / I never had a chance, you know
we’re an elite militia, genius, / to be normal, what’s that?
armed to the teeth / life’s a bitch and then you die
I’m gonna make my mark / and when I’m gone
you’ll remember my name / no one will miss me
I’ll write it for you in blood / worm-feed in an unmarked grave


The prompt for today’s NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 15 was: write a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil). There is tragedy to be found in the life of the villains of our time.

The Battle is Real – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 2


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The Battle is Real – A Cleave Poem (see below for instructions on reading a Cleave*)

you know you want to / oh, I really shouldn’t
no one will notice / but it’s my favorite
just go for it while no one’s looking / of course I can’t; I won’t
you know what they say / the guilt would kill me
better to ask for forgiveness / all it would take is one look at my face
than beg for permission / and they’d know it was me
so go ahead  / just walk away from the table
take that last cookie / you don’t need the calories
it’s calling your name / let someone else
savor every sweet bite / eat the last cookie
somebody has to / you have manners after all
might as well be you / there is reward in doing the right thing


For Day 2 of NaPoWriMo 2018’s Challenge. Prompt: write a poem that plays with voice.
This is an example the battle that happens inside my head between “good me” and “naughty me”. I thought a cleave poem would be the perfect format.

*Read it top to bottom three times, column one first, then column two, and finally the entire line across.



Purple Tide

Purple Tide (A Splash of Red With a Hint of Blue)

crimson is my name | in shades of ethereal blue
but you can call me red | find me lost in heady tomes
fiery passion is my game | reflecting on absolute truths
i charge full force ahead | i call the universe my home
though some may think me | curious…it is key
impetuous and moody | the thing that gives life meaning
i plot my course instinctually | analyzing what i see
you’ll never find me brooding | digging deeper, dreaming
i trust my heart | life’s a journey after all
rush toward the flame | embrace it like a fool
crimson is my name | in shades of ethereal blue


A Cleave Poem (to be read in 3 parts: 1st column/2nd column/straight across) seemed apropos given my affinity for two of the “tides” described in this week’s prompt for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. I gravitated toward the colors red and blue…making me purple, of course. Read about the other colors HERE. Red and blue is described below.

Blue represents wisdom, insight, and enlightenment. It is the tide most often associated with philosophers and mystics but it can also represent the madmanmadwoman. This tide basically applies to anyone who seeks truth and to expand the mind and spirit. If you feel that the meaning of life is growthevolution/enlightenment you might be blue! Some possible adjectives: wise, insightful, curious, open-minded, cerebral, bookish, logical, analytical, reflective, deep.

Red represents passion, emotion, and pathos and is often associated with artists of various types, revolutionaries, and zealots. People with a red tide strive to live life to the fullest and to follow their heart wherever it may lead, for better or worse. Some possible adjectives: erratic, feisty, petulant, creative, impetuous, moody, passionate, instinctive, exciting.


A Proposition or Two

For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats – Day Twenty-One Poetry Challenge. I have been indulging my inner warrior with these challenges, but lest you think I am a total bitch for the cause of justice, I do have a tender romantic side. I am a many faceted wonder, if I don’t say so myself. At any rate I have felt a bit guilty for subjecting you to my rants without softening it with a bit of fluff every now and again. So today, as yesterday, I give you two takes on today’s prompt verse from Yeats’, ‘The Ragged Wood’. Both are wrapped around the theme of propositions.  Happy Tuesday!

‘…by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh’ —W.B. Yeats

A Proposition

sunrise comes but once a day
rise with me before it breaks
I’ll make tea; we’ll have some cake
and watch the darkness slip away
I can share my dreams with you
my secrets, promise them to keep
dear, we have all night to sleep
but only dawn to see this view
I propose a kiss, perhaps a swoon
long before the busy, bustled hurry
leave it all to someone else’s worry
we could even linger until noon


And a proposition of a very different kind…in my favorite form…the Cleave (three poems in one. Read column 1 (which are actual quotes of a certain certain), then column 2, finally both columns together top to bottom)

He Said…She Said

I moved in on her / i couldn’t believe it
Very heavily…like a bitch / that son of a bitch
but I couldn’t get there / i was frozen
I’m automatically attracted to beautiful / he just kept coming
Like a magnet / that disgusting face
I don’t even wait / forcing his slimy lips on mine
You can do anything / with those tiny hands
Grab em by the pussy / everywhere…all over me
When you’re a star / no one would believe me though
they let you do it / i’m not rich, or a man
But nobody has more respect / so i just keep my distance
Such a nasty woman / i’ll keep this to myself
She’s certainly not hot / it’s so embarrassing
Why does she keep interrupting? / he could ruin me
There’s nothing I love more than women / it’s just the way things are


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