Want – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

What I want

I have found

Has slowly changed

As I have grown.

What I wanted

When I was little

Was simple enough.

Things like toys

And candy

And other things

That could be bought

From the store.

But now I’m older

And my want list

More often than not

Contains things

That can’t be bought.

Good health

Security

Love

Peace of mind

Happiness.

These sorts of things

Are what we all

should really want

From life.

 

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “want”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 16/2020

 

Dare To Dream – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

 

Be a teacher.

Be a scientist.

Be the President.

Be a CEO.

Be your own boss.

Be an artist.

Be an author.

Be whatever you want.

If you can dream it,

You can do it.

Don’t let others

Say you can’t.

Dare to dream.

 

 

This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “dream”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 16/19

Where You Go – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

 

 

Where you go

And what you do

Is entirely

Up to you.

Worry not

What others

Might think.

It’s your choice,

So choose.

It’s your life;

Live it.

It’s your story;

Write it.

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “where”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 10/19

The Role To Play – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

 

 

A great man once said

That all the world

Is a stage

And the men and women

Are merely players.

As I make my way

Through this great play

We call Life

I have yet to find

The role that

I am meant to play.

But I will continue

To roll along

Like a stone

Until I find

My starring role.

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “roll/role”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 17/18

Sway – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

 

Brimming with happiness

She danced,

Her body swaying

Back and forth

Like trees in the wind,

Humming a tune

Only she could hear,

Without a care

Of who might see.

 

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: movement

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 27th, 2018

‘Tis The Season – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

 

Leaves changing color.

A nip in the air.

Days growing shorter.

Pumpkin Spice everywhere.

Candy corn on the shelves.

Scary movies on the screen.

Jack o’lanterns and witches,

black cats and ghosts,

decorating the yards

and everyone’s homes.

Excited children deciding

on costumes to wear.

It’s that time of year again;

‘Tis the Halloween season.

 

 

 

This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday post, “season”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 21/17

(Morticia meme found on Pinterest)

Give & Get – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS #poem

 

Give it your all

No matter how small.

Give it your best shot

And you’ll get a lot.

Don’t fear failure;

Try and try again. Success will come

Success will come

when you put all your

heart into all that you do.

You get what you’ve given,

so give with your heart

and get what you’re due.

 

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “give/giving/given”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Apr. 8/17

Almost – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS #poem #poetry

Reblogging this old poem I did in honor of #worldpoetryday

Jeanne Owens, author

I almost had it

I could feel it there

Tickling at my brain

Trying to get my attention

Trying to grow into something

And then came the darkness

And the burgeoning thought

The idea that had been forming

Was lost to Dreamland

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This is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for SoCS May 30/15

(image is from my Pinterest)

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Memories Of Us – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS #poem

The touch of your hair

And warmth of your breath

On my cheek.

The feel of your hand

In my hand.

The light of joy

In your eyes.

All of the places

That we’ve been.

All of the things

That we’ve done.

All of the plans

That we made.

But you have gone

Without a goodbye

And left me here

With only these

Memories of us.

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This poem is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “mem”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 12/16

The Patient Scribbler

How well I know this feeling!

Legends of Windemere

Spongebob Squarepants

I sit and stare
The page unmarred
Pristine and white
Waiting for my muse

Pencil touches paper
Gently gliding
As an idea flows
Only to be erased

Minutes pass
Though it may be hours
Nothing seems to stick
Except eraser crumbs

Impatience looming
My hands tremble
Something has to give
For progress to be made

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