Franci 🐝Eugenia Hoffman

dog-eared pages

and autumn leaves

yellowed with wisdom

yesterdays released

into morrows

demise morphed

into life

each page and

each leaf breathes

renewal into souls

without challenge

time governs

the when and where

if only…

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and again I write

words outstretched to entertain

tend to keep me sane

annoyed by bot talk

My compositions feel stalked

but then who's to say?

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Close your eyes and follow your dreams

as magic winks through the night skies.

As stars mingle with pale moonbeams

close your eyes and follow your dreams.

Holding fast to your plans and schemes

let your soul breathe and take deep sighs.

Close your eyes and follow your dreams

let life’s lows give way to life’s highs.

Poetry form - Triolet - A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.

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today is the day

we shed ourselves of burdens

even as our voices rise

who listens, who cares?

the world our song had, now unsung

to outlast chaos

we write our own last stanza

alone we suffer

together we succeed

darkness hides the sky

only til the dew glistens

in the morning sun

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to overcome is
to allow satisfaction

we stand with courage

dog-eared pages share
woeful stories from the past

we stand with courage

raw minds see life not
the same as it ever was

we stand with courage

the forevers in life
are forever thus

we stand with courage

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burdens foster strength

lone, not lonely empowers

fractals blush bow to

life's infinite interplay

to be, a puzzle unsolved

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against the sky page

turgid structures bathed in grey

alone is the sound of fog

as spirits inhale exhale

murmured secrets from ago

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Whew!

sultry

fevered winds

between each breath.

the clime gone awry

brown haze assaults the air

hard-spent days targeted and chased

flora and fauna galumph and plod

blurred is the wandering eye of the storm

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silent, the memories
tracing where violets
create purple dreams
laced in drops of dew
beauty unspoken by man

“A belief in violets isn’t necessary for violets to exist.”
― Marty Rubin

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A SPLENDID TIME OF THE YEAR

Harken, my dears
as Christmastime nears
Noels and festive cheer
splendid, just splendid
this time of the year
nog and cookies by the fire
while dreaming of my desires
splendid, just splendid
Santa dear
family and friends
by the hearth they lend
chatter and kindness
troubles behind us
splendid, just splendid
this time of the year
scents delicious savory
we inhale favorably
a feast made with love
givings to be proud of
presents neath the tree
just for you and for me
Oh, Santa dear
my heart’s so weary
it’s you I must query
think upon Christmas cheer
why only once a year?
the spirit of Christmas
joyous moments forevermore
splendid, just splendid
this time of the year.

Franci Eugenia Hoffman

crowing in the night
blackbirds perched on the high wire
straining to listen
as ghostly wanderers roam
witches’ brew wafts sluggish air

woeful choirs caw caw
blackbirds perched on the high wire
straining to listen
black cats hone pounced positions
secrets sung from empty woods

moon flickers off and on
cosmos reveals its porch light
straining to listen
to witches guffawed cackles
standing on the edge of time
as souls recall Halloween

Return of The Eve

-Eugi

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keen senses warn us
against betraying omens
unease canopied
enigmas emerge
depict the circle of life
awaiting comfort
hindsight or foresight
ideas mingle with hope
truth lies in the pen
wisdom unselfish
and exhales our existence
too little too late
question til’ the end
and toast marmalade sunsets
enjoy the applause

Life’s Interruptions, published July 26, 2022 – Spillwords Press

Spillwords Press opens doors and allows poets and writers to spill their thoughts and release their creativity. Spillwords is like a spring garden, a summer breeze, an autumn tree, and winter snowflakes. Spillwords offers a variety of works from some of the most talented writers in the world. – Franci Eugenia Hoffman, Testimonial at Spillwords.

Oh my, oh my

bot or not

a secret admirer

or a conspirer?

consistent 

and persistent 

desire insincere

naming me Dear!

your flimsy disguise

irksome whys

what do you do?

who are you?

I say, go away

tis your last day

cluttering my feed

nonsense I don't need

do I make myself clear

my annoying Dear?🤖

Dedicated to bee-bots

and to @Lada 🏡 Prkic  "None of them is my LI contact. :) I've recently read an interesting article about bots that write blog posts. So you never know who might be the author of what you are reading. There are even bots that write poetry. I strongly suspect that some prolific Bees are bots. 😁😂  
What say you, @Ken Boddie?"

Franci (no-bot)🤣

time forgotten captured

in-between yellowed pages

shelved weathered books pulsate

neath layers of magic dust

thoughts seduced into silence

come alive through the pen

moments in time stopped to

revel the unsaid

-Franci Eugenia Hoffman 

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“Books have a unique way of stopping time in a particular moment and saying: Let’s not forget this.”
― Dave Eggers

(quote source - Goodreads)

“Don't think or judge, just listen.”
― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

Quote source - Goodreads

“There's a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out.”
― Lou Reed, I'll Be Your Mirror: The Collected Lyrics

Quote courtesy of Good Reads

“Whereas the beautiful is limited, the sublime is limitless, so that the mind in the presence of the sublime, attempting to imagine what it cannot, has pain in the failure but pleasure in contemplating the immensity of the attempt”
― Immanuel Kant, Critique of Pure Reason

Pi Day is celebrated on March 14th (3/14) around the world. Pi (Greek letter “π”) is the symbol used in mathematics to represent a constant — the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter — which is approximately 3.14159. Pi Day is an annual opportunity for math enthusiasts to recite the infinite digits of Pi, talk to their friends about math, and eat pie.

My poem is a Piku, a genre of poetry for Pi Day. Similar to a haiku but shorter syllables 3/1/4 to commemorate Pi Day. The Piku is supposed to be nerdy or geeky but I opted for springy.

spring time treats

tweets

from feathered friends

-Eugi