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Promote Yourself Monday, June 17th, 2019
Good Morning all- It’s Promote Yourself Mondays at the Go Dog Go Cafe! Pop over to the site, share your latest, and read others’ work. Have a wonderful week- Linda
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
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Summer Song
Sweet wild vine flowers blossom
fragrant poetry in the air
by the river murmuring
a beautiful summer song
wandering breeze rustles
between green grass tendrils.
Here, beneath the dusk of sun
and coming of strawberry moon
I meander in peace and harmony
as fireflies twinkle in the gloaming.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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#Troiku: Moonlit Night
The wild geese take flight
rush of wind and feathered wings
graceful flying V
low along the railroad track
a rabbit skitters
from the owl’s shadow
in the moonlit night
forest floor teeming with life
birds roost in tall pines
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
It is Troiku Month at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1681 Moonlit Night
Author’s Note: Below is the haiku Kristjaan gave us to work with:
the wild geese take flight
low along the railroad tracks
in the moonlit night
© Masaoka Shiki
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This Body Mine
You will not break me
those that came before you tried
The dark man with black eyes
‘It’s for your own good’
as he raised his deformed hand
purple bruised skin
he tried to whip me
into submission —
for I was not his child
the damage he inflicted
more mental than physical
but I refused to give in
to his sordid whims.
Along came the hungry lion
feeding on the lamb
of innocent youth
a naive girl —
with a narrow world
stalking my every move
asking me to prove
my love, so I did
and the only light
that came from it
was a beautiful child
in my likeness
born with wisdom
in her eyes.
And then, the crooner
the devil in disguise
charming with his lies
a mental case
that embraced
the darkness
in his soul —
consuming my light
to build his fire
from within
but in the end
he did not win.
Through all my life
This body mine —
this brilliant mind
with scars
with flaws
with tender cause
will always be
my sanctuary —
and no one will
ever take that
from me.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman: Being a Woman in Times Like These
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#Troiku: Spiderweb
spiderweb anchored
vibrating in morning breeze
a captive insect
to a tree, a bush, the ground
delicate silk strands
shimmer in the rain
centered spiral shines
golden sun illuminates
intricate design
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: It is Troiku Month at Carpe Diem. The haiku given to work with is:
Spiderweb anchored
To a tree, a bush, the ground
Centered spiral shines
© Calvin Olson (2016)
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1679 Troiku Spiderweb
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A Bridge Across the Dis-eased Void
They watch with apathy as the rivers run dry
and ancient trees are fallen, depleting earth’s oxygen.
When toxic plastics fill the bellies of majestic beasts
who wash ashore sickened, bloating and dying.
Innocent wild animals hunted to extinction
to hang on a trophy wall as proof of strength.
Though some may grieve over wrenching scenes
I ask you, what will it take for us to bring change,
to build a bridge across the dis-eased void of
these inhumane beliefs — why don’t they see?
This planet was here long before
we humans ever came to be
full of mysterious incredible creatures,
living in balance and harmony
yet man today seems to think
that we are the superior ones
but from what I see–
Earth our home, once beautiful and pure
is now overrun with selfish poisonous greed
that drives every thought, motive, and deed.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Poets United: Midweek Motif Bridge
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The Farmer’s Market
When I was a young child, my mother would take me to the Farmer’s Market with her in Houston. I always looked forward to those trips, because I saw things that amazed me. Whole cow heads staring at me from meat cases. a pile of jalpenos so high I couldn’t jump over them if I tried. Tall towers of stacked wild plums, peaches, and giant watermelons that put ours today to shame. Back then, the watermelon man kept them ice cold, and would plug the melon so you could taste it before you bought it.
Mom would buy fresh okra, purple hull peas, corn on the cob, tomatoes, green onions. We would go home and I started my job- shelling the peas. I’d sit on the front porch with a colander full of peas, thinking I would never see the end of them. Once I finished, mom put them in a pot with a piece of salt pork and a ham hock, covered it all with water and put them on to cook. Even today, that essence takes me back. Then I would start shucking the corn. But for the ham hock and salt pork, it was a meatless day and it was always one of my favorite meals.
summer memories-
piping hot cornbread, butter
fried okra and peas
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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