29 Friday Mar 2019
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fantasy, fiddle, Friday Fantasy, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, violin
Gossamer strings
By the light of the moon
My violin sings to the sky
Awakening crowds
Of birds in the clouds
Playing ethereally
My fiddle and I
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29 Friday Mar 2019
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#MarchWriting, #poetry, arm, design, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, painted, paisley, poems, writing, writing prompt
Everywhere she looked,
The design drove her crazy
Paisley this and paisley that,
Why, even on a daisy!
She had to figure out,
How to block it from her mind
Of course, she could toss it,
But that would be unkind
She knew he loved his paisley,
Though she didn’t, not a smidgeon
Enough was enough already,
These things had come unbidden
So gathering them together,
Took them to Good Will
But the folks all knew
Those things belonged to Bill
Back home she took them,
Seems it didn’t go as planned
Fell asleep, woke up the next day,
To discover on her hand
The design she abhorred, painted,
All the way up her arm
She yelled for him so loudly,
She set off the alarm!
Waiting for an explanation,
He looked at her, rather plainly
You were the only thing left,
That wasn’t partly paisley
March Writing Prompts – Partly paisley – Day 29/31
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28 Thursday Mar 2019
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In the library, a sacred book and talisman, hidden
An amicable keeper sat, with his bottle of scotch
Each night he’d weasel his way, into the forbidden
His mea culpa was spilling it, thus, leaving a splotch
Word of the Day – Mea culpa
FOWC with Fandango – Amicable
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Weasel
Daily Word Prompt – Talisman
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28 Thursday Mar 2019
Posted in Book Reviews
What Amazon Says:When the author was struggling with loss, illness, oppression and a perpetual cycle of anxiety attacks and phases of depression, she spent day and night stabbing keys.
And out poured poetry.
When the abyss spat her out she strung together those mutilated verses and compiled this book for the world to read what it feels like when you are swinging between sanity and insanity
To say this book of poetry is a must read would be putting it lightly. N.F. Mirza takes you on a journey through the ups and downs of life, mainly her life. She has included artwork that she herself has drawn, which gives the book a nice touch.
“Swinging Sanity” is broken up into five separate sections, each one taking you through that particular phase of her life, survival between sanity and it’s other half. My favorite poem (I warn you, it will be hard to choose), is “Just Like a Drop of Water.” It has such a deep meaning and yet is so relatable to anyone who reads it.
As the book goes on, Mirza’s emotions are clearly shown, as she speaks of Love & Loss, and Day & Night, then ends her verses with Random Reflections. From losing her coffee cup in “Dude! Where Is My Coffee?”, or the poem, “Blue” where she is trying to decide if it’s better to be a leaf or the ocean, N.F. Mirza carries you along with her through the highs and lows, until you can’t help but rally around this woman, and silently encourage her to keep going, and never give up!
“Swinging Sanity” is a book I will read again. And I highly recommend you read it, too. To be able to put yourself out there for the world to see, takes guts. And this book has plenty of it! I look forward to reading more from this wonderful poet.
My Rating 
Author Page: N. F. Mirza
Her Blog: Stoner on a Roller Coaster
Twitter: @NFMirza
This review also appears on Amazon.com and Goodreads.
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28 Thursday Mar 2019
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#MarchWriting, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, murder, Night Owl Poetry, poems, web. widow, writing, writing prompt
She counts them equally, on both hands
Her strands of silken threads, surround
The widow, they call her, cross the land
She’ll wrap you up, until you are bound
Capturing men like flies, in her web
She seductively chooses, which one
Little by little, their life starts to ebb
Til they are through, her job, now done
Still, no one has been able to stop this
She keeps doing devilish deeds, yes sir
It happens so fast, without even a kiss
Sated, until her next meal does occur
March Writing Prompts – The widow’s web – Day 28/31
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