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National Poetry Month – Day 22
Theme: Make It Make Sense Some things don’t add up, but we’re expected to move like they do. The more aware you become, the harder it is to ignore what feels off. Systems don’t align. People contradict themselves. Reality shifts depending on who’s telling it. Today we tap into that moment where you realize… something isn’t right. Prompt 1 – This Don’t Sound Right Write a poem about something that feels off, even if everyone else accepts it. A situation, system, or pattern that doesn’t sit right with you. (Angle: distorted normalcy) Prompt 2 – I Know What I See Write a poem about trusting your perception when everything around you says otherwise. What happens when you refuse to ignore what’s in front of you? (Angle: awareness vs denial) Prompt 3 – Ain’t Nobody Saying It Out Loud Write a poem about something obvious that people avoid naming directly. What is being ignored, softened, or danced around? (Angle: unspoken truth)
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Prompt 1 Haiku Too good to be true. Spotted inconsistencies. Real recognize fake.
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W word
Greetings Skool mates. Thought I would offer a suggestion on a prompt since today is Wednesday, and we are still in national Poetry month. Perhaps give an offering using a W word as the prompt theme. I’m in hopes that our “Angel” is getting her “West and welaxation” in my Elmer Fudd voice 🙌🏽🙏🏽. My offering: Worship… I try to greet the day in WORSHIP and praise before I leave my bed. And definitely before I leave my bedroom. WE don’t know what the day has in store for us. We must be vigilant and more intentional about preparing ourselves. Asking for wisdom in all things in the coming moments. Because our best laid plans most assuredly will come with glitches. With the love of Christ, I bid you a blessed day, my skoolmates.
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@Miss Lady gurllllllll. This WRITE HERE…🔥🔥🔥
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@Naomie Thomas lawd. This was beautifully written.
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AFTERTONGUE™ WORD DROP #027: REMAINWORTHY ✦
REMAINWORTHY /ˌrɪˈmeɪnˌwɜrði/ (adj.) Definition Remainworthy describes an intrinsic sense of value that persists independent of outcome, recognition, or circumstance. Worth held as constant. — Soulprint Something in you stayed steady. Conditions shifted. Responses changed. Still, value remained. Remainworthy lives in that continuity. — Clarity Shard Worth persists without audience. — Rememory There were moments when recognition arrived, and others when it did not. Through both, something consistent held. Not granted or withdrawn, just present. Remainworthy returns you to that steady ground. — Seal of Enoughness I carry worth that remains. If this word resonates with you, you’re welcome to respond below with • a moment when your value held steady regardless of outcome • a time when you recognized worth without external confirmation • or simply ✦ if this named something familiar This space knows how to hold it.
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“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?” Romans 8:35 KJV “For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,” Romans 8:38 KJV https://bible.com/bible/1/rom.8.38.KJV “nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:39 KJV https://bible.com/bible/1/rom.8.39.KJV I’ve lost so much in this life. Robbed of custodial rights— Robbed of my alto— Robbed of my virginity— Robbed of loyalty that I thought I had from others— Robbed of confidence and courage— Robbed of loved ones— Robbed of attentiveness— Robbed of justice— Robbed of finances— If I am worthy of God’s love, then I know nothing else even matters. He thought I was worthy enough to sacrifice his son. So that is first and foremost. And because I am his child, he has enabled me to be blessed to reach down deep within myself and recognize that I matter— That I am important— And to acknowledge my worth. To pick up my self-esteem and self-confidence after I’ve dropped it. And that beyond all other things that don’t really matter, that I must do what I can to maintain peace and to love myself, so that others will treat me appropriately. And even if they don’t, remember that God loves me and thinks that I am worthy to be loved.
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@Miss Lady blessings dear sister
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National Poetry Month – Day 20
Theme: Smooth Criminal Not all theft looks like force. Some things are taken quietly. Slowly. Right in front of us. Time. Identity. Culture. Opportunity. Voice. Sometimes we don’t realize what’s gone until we feel the absence. Today we explore what was taken without a struggle and how it happened while we were fully awake. ⸻ Prompt 1 – The Criminal Was Me Write a reflective poem where you recognize a time you took something from someone else. This could be time, trust, peace, credit, or something less visible. What did you take, and what made you realize it? (Angle: self-awareness / accountability) ⸻ Prompt 2 – Stolen in Plain Sight Write a poem about something that was taken openly, yet unnoticed or unchallenged. How did it happen without resistance? (Angle: awareness vs inaction) ⸻ Prompt 3 – Silence Signed Off On It Write a poem that questions responsibility. Was it taken, given, ignored, or normalized? Who benefited and who paid the price? (Angle: complicity / accountability)
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@Antwion Shamar @M. a. Dennis would probably laugh at that because I’ve told him I can’t write haiku’s. 😂😂😂
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@Antwion Shamar
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Tap-In Tuesday -Micro Offering
Today centers contact around… Healing Out loud In honor of National Poetry Month: How did the first time you shared your poetry make you feel ? A small trace. A mark left without explanation. What you offer can be brief. A line. An image. An acknowledgment. Leave it where attention happened to land. My offering; I was nervous at first but when I got on stage spirit took over and spoke through me. I felt free and once I got a taste of the stage I knew right then and there that I fell in love with poetry. The more stages I hit the deeper that love got. Poetry became more that just my passion , it became my purpose.
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I was a nervous wreck. I was shaking with it, but I knew I had to do it. I had to rip the Band-Aid off of fear. And this was the first time I went live on Instagram, but then there were other poets validating my art, which encouraged me to continue. And so here I am six years later.
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@Miss Lady 🙌🏽🙏🏽
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@ericka-floyd-6290
Brooklyn NY born. Began writing poetry on a regular right after the pandemic. Appears in 1anthology and has 1recent publication. Mbr of Tesoro & A.R.T
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