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{I am the next move} Haiku Blessed to have options. Moving mountains in my wake. Always abounding. ©️ ericka Floyd 27 March 26
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Slow-Burn Saturday
(Activity) Alliteration with patience and intention. No rush, just resonance. (Exercise) Let your creativity flow. Topic: We Fall Down But We Get Up Here’s My Alliteration Offering (Example) Failed footing, fractured faith, fragile feelings… found fortitude and fought forward. #SouthernSeoulSpeaks #tresduravia
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@Tierrah Nicole
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@Angella Kim-Mack
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{Borrowed days with permanent consequences} Since 2013, I acknowledge the anniversary of what I felt was the day I was to transition. People would ask me why do you acknowledge this anniversary? Why don’t you put it behind you? This was a very tragic day. This was a monumental turning point in my life as I knew it. This was a rude awakening— and I had to lose some things. A withdrawal of sorts, not deposit. Which is interesting considering that I’m living on borrowed time. Borrowed days with permanent consequences. Consequences that allow me, in retrospect, to acknowledge where I was an error. Where I gave too much grace. Knowing even if I could go back in time— that changing my actions or reactions to things would have adversely affected my life at this time. My children wouldn’t be here. I may have not discovered Poetry. I would not have lived in the places that I’ve lived or experience the countries outside of this divided states of America. I would not have been able to show my children endurance and perseverance through trials. When the lender is the Lord, I don’t mind being a servant to him. I’ve had to endure quite a bit since the anniversary of what could’ve been my death. It is now 14 years and counting. When death was imminent, my prayer was a prayer of repentance and acceptance in a short length of time. In that prayer, my goal was to see God and not hell. **And in that prayer, he granted me more time. Time to experience my children finishing grade school— Seeing them go to college, join the service, get married, discover Poetry, and even further my own education. Not to mention interacting with so many other poets in so many different places. Which gave me the opportunity to not only accept appreciation and ministry of this poetry community, but also to share what I could and show my appreciation as well. I do believe my God is rich. *That he can do exceedingly abundantly above all that I could ever ask or think. And knowing that, I must acknowledge that I am living on borrowed time—
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@Naomie Thomas
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SKOOL DAZE
Poems not fully awake, not fully asleep. Catch the brain in screensaver mode. More writing, less editing. More nonlinear thoughts, less structure. More imagination and exploration. Let the phone drop from your hand mid-sentence. Let your forehead nod into the laptop keyboard. 5:48 AM, 3/26/26 I want to go back to sleep. I’m not fully awake. There’s a skool of thought about writing while in a daze. After the sun goes down or before the sun comes up, you can catch your internal censor slipping, dozing off, napping, knocked out; you can access areas of the brain normally off-limits because security is not alert. Our inner-editors hate having their ugly sleep interrupted. When they’re snoring and drooling and passing gas and you pass them what you’re writing at 5:48 AM, your prefrontal cortex—still groggy and in a hypnagogic state—waves you off (says, leave us be) and leaves you to your own literary devices; you are free to write whatever you like; free write whatever you can imagine. Sleepyhead, this is an ideal place for your head to be when you write: Write when you’re poor, huddled and tired. There’s a certain liberty to it, you writing without you looking over your shoulder at what you wrote. The New York City playground basketball legend, God Shammgod, once swore: his crossover dribble, a move known as “The Shammgod,” was perfected to the point where he could shake and ankle break his own shadow. Thinking like that isn’t done at the height of the day; it’s done when you’re bushy eyed and bright tailed; it’s done when lids are heavy and ideas are a midnight oil candle burning at both ends, hovering over your head like a crooked halo found in a Goodwill discount bin.
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Don’t ask me why, but the whatever you like line made me think of coming to America. Where the actress kept saying, whatever you like, and then she started barking like a dog. It’s where my thought process went. 🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️😂 i’m just tired.
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Tap-In Tuesday-Micro Offering
Today centers contact around…Overflow (What does overflow mean for you ?) 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. Here's my offering: Witnessing the actions of most high and when my faith is multiplied. Prayers of my needs get comes to fruition And the prayers of my wants start manifesting as well ASE' 🙌🏾 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾
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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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