Wednesday, April 1, 2015

HaikuJAMS March2015

collaborative poetry from website HaikuJAMS

31March2015

Dirty Sneakers and Popcorn Balls

Your breath sucks the life from me
Your words a scratched, skipping recording
Your earworm imbedded with no escape
Ginger, CelenaDiana, Nan

Summer

On the heels of spring
seaweed brine at ocean's edge
morning fog burns off as surfers pack up
Ginger, CelenaDiana, Nan

Courage

Put on big wolf pants
Bared teeth, low growl from the chest
Piercing eyes that defy fear within
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

When

Spaghetti noodles twisted and bare
Waiting for alfredo to complete them
Shirmp and oregano sublty accent
Ginger, Nan, CelenaDiana

Don't Go

Hate like bruised apples
Aims at the core merciless
Carve away past crimes
Ginger, Nan, CelenaDiana

Moments In Now

I painted m toenails bright pink
Bazooka bubble gum shade
Two-stepping away from the past
Ginger, Nan, CelenaDiana

Solace

Moon-cratered ceiling
His feet planted in the earth
Roots for stability sky's the limit
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

Shaky

Dodge desperate calls
A liking turned to stalking
Build an impenetrable wall
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

He

His shadow traces on my sheets
His still whisper across my shoulder
Aroma still lingers on the shirt we share
Ginger, CelenaDiana, Nan

At Night Truths Are Laid Bare

Whisper away--dusk
Shadows melding connecting
Barn owl on the rise
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger

Where It Takes Us

Fog lost boat--we drift
life's currents steering the way
Awed sunset gazing
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger


30March2015

Apologetic

Based on misunder-
Standing principles not shared
The bent rules broke us
Ginger, Nan, CelenaDiana

Acceptance

Eyes on phone it rings
Hoping to hear her voice
Answering machine listens
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

Mammogram

Open paper gown
Ice cold clamps clench soft breast
Quite prayers
Nan, CelenaDiana, Ginger

Low Key

More Director than Rockstar
Coercing in undertones
Silent, coveting the mic
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger

No

Roar of apology on these sanguine lips
Look at me!  My resolve is not resting
Only said it to diffuse
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

My Last Day Without

Frustration burning ashes in my mouth
My soul balled up in a tight knot
Couldn't wait another minute. Lit up
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

For Clarity

Opaque smile offered
Wearing the truth in her voice
Eyes revealing all
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

She Left

Riot of colors in her wake
She left his clothes on the floor
Resigned as his personal maid
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan


27March2015

Caught

The pin pricked stick stuck
Now just observing, apart
It stuck.  Stick pin pricked
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger

HaikuJAMS April 2015

Collaborative poems from website HaikuJAMS

07April2015

Innocence can be overrated

your naivete
can leave you vulnerable
Sheep among the wolves
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger

Hoarder

Empty soda cans
Feral cats play with roaches
stacks of newspapers
Nan, Ginger, CelenaDiana

Shoebox

Faded prom photo
Seventeen two dollar bills
coded love letters
Nan, Ginger, CelenaDiana

Unplugging

under the radar
no tweets or tags to distract
FaceBook calling me
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger

Blink

Sun sparkling off pool
Squinting at hunky lifeguard
Trying not to stare
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger

She said

Remain in the light
want to see your lying eyes
For this one...last...time
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger


06April2015

Ecclectic Tastes

Schubert and Elvis
Pate and fried gizzards
Raw silk and cashmere
Nan, Ginger, CelenaDiana

The snake that eats its tail

Reincarnation
Returning in its next life
Choking on itself
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger

They cry

fussy baby squalls
hoping to be rescued from 
her own hunger pain
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger

Ghosts hover around

Dead man playing flute
Graceful spirits pirouette
Sing heavenly songs
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger
ekphrastic poem based on:
El Flautista/The Flutist 1952
by Gabriel Fernandez Ledesma
pyroxylin on masonite


Lone Woman

Tendrils frame her face
Delicate impish features
Who kisses her mouth?
CelenaDiana, Nan Ginger
ekphrastic poem based on:
Olga Costa, Coyoacan
Mexico City, 1972
by Paulina Lavista
gelatin silver print


I will regress

Tease me but don't torture me
I balance between yesterdays and tomorrows
Only to walk backwards
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nicholas


04April2015

What it opened...(haiku)

right combination
alabaster precious box
Things that were once lost
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nicholas

What they represent

gifts remain unwrapped
dusty and forgotten behind the couch
and so am I
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nicholas

Infinite Vulnerabilities

hunted by her own
secret insecurities
paranoia will
CelenaDiana, Nan, Ginger

I...
I sing about
Lost loves and old friends 
New Year's Auld Lang Syne
Ginger, CelenaDiana, Nan

Currency 

the rate of exchange
found coins in pink piggy bank
dimes equal coffee
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

Three

Wheels on tricycles
Me, myself and I
Bird, bee, and butterfly
Nan, CelenaDiana, Ginger

Exercise Control

Only one more Snickers
trying to portion size
10 reps in sets of 10
Nan, CelenaDiana, Ginger

Pairs

Thigh high sexy boots
Candy apple stilettos
Dollar Store flip flops
Nan, CelenaDiana, Ginger

Cottage

cool air tickles lavender stems
Collie plays tag with Horse
Wrap-around porch swing
Ginger, CelenaDiana, Nan

Riverside

City street slipping
Streets lit up with hurried voices
Coffee shops curbside
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

Soldiers

Opaque mirrors we
March in muddied surplus boots
Eating desert sand
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

Immigration

Hot topic ignites
Brown skin, natives played like pawns
Green card currency
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan

If You Font

You wonder what could Helvetica
Georgia often rests inside my poems
Of love in flowing FrenchScript
Ginger, CelenaDiana, Nan

01April2015

Who Are We To Sacrifice?

Who is the knife?  The lamb?
Altar and fire ready
How much is required?
CelenaDiana, Ginger, Nan


Saturday, February 1, 2014

February 2014 Comics of author CelenaDiana Bumpus

01Feb2014
Just finished book designing Tie a Woven Bracelet:  Dreams Within the Ocean Literary Series #4 by Reanna Marchman.  Its ready for print.  The book launch is 02Feb2014, Sunday, 6-9pm at the Dreams Within The Ocean Literary Venue at Shades of Afrika, 114 E. 6th St, Corona, Ca.  I am the host of the venue.

I still have:
     another book to edit and layout this weekend
     correspondence to answer
     student homework and manuscripts to review
     my "white rabbit" poetry project to outline
     lesson plans to write for my 4 creative writing classes
     Dreams Within The Ocean Literary Series #5 through #10 to start editing, laying out and 
          designing

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Mevoj PoemADay Challenges 2014

Jan2014
Mevoj is doing a PoemADay challenge writing about relationships and romance

If anyone would like to take the challenge with us, I will publish a small color book of their poetry for free and give them 4 free copies.  For more information, visit http://islandsforwriters.blogspot.com/2013/12/poem-day-free-publishing-offer-through.html

Deadline to enroll 01Jan2014


To enroll in the challenge, please email CelenaDiana at "oceanmoonspirit@gmail.com" and put in the subject line "Mevoj Challenge".  Just submit a letter of interest to CelenaDiana at Islands For Writers Publishing stating your intent to submit 31 completed poems for our January 2014 challenge.  This is not a contest.  It is a community project encouraging poets to have their original literature published.  I will send a confirmation letter with the final details.

Deadline to submit final manuscript 14Feb2014





Mar2014
Mevoj is doing a PoemADay challenge writing about character studies of one of or more people.
Deadline to submit final manuscript 15Apr2014



May2014
Mevoj is doing a PoemADay challenge writing about community, region, culture and city
Deadline to submit final manuscript 15Jun2014



Sunday, July 14, 2013

Current Open Submissions Listing

The following are open submissions available for complete manuscripts, poetry and prose for the month of July and August 2013
This list will be updated frequently.'

Orangelandia
deadline 31Aug2013
https://inlandiaaliteraryjourney.submittable.com/submit/20161

Shuf Poetry
deadline 15July2013
http://shufpoetry.com/submissions/

Able Muse Press
=complete manuscript
deadline 15July2013
http://www.ablemuse.com/submit

Trio House Press
=complete manuscript
deadline 31July2013
http://www.triohousepress.org/submissions.html

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Mevoj Writing Challenges for the PoemADay Challenge Oct2013

This is a running list of inspiration from the mind of CelenaDiana OceanMoonSpirit to help start a poem or short story or short memoiir to write daily.   This list will be updated regularly.
Also visit www.facebook.com/mevoj  
Which is a webpage on FaceBook dedicated to the post writing prompts for the public and discuss Mevoj writng group meetings.

Day 10
#642     What have you learned about yourself through one of your most powerful experieces with someone else?  Who was the other person?  What did the experience reveal about that person?  How old were you?  What year was it?  What city were you in?
Day 9
#1776  "walking through"
Day 8
#5     Describe a close friend in full detail utilizing every nuance they possess.  Descibe their special uniqueness and what makes them so individualistic
Day 7
#739     "recharge your batteries"
Day 6
#1941    "of the enslaver"
Day 5 
#1942     "God should be a source of inspiration"
Day 4
Writing prompt using the word "Theurgy".
Day 3
Write about the phobia "Ablutophobia"
Day 2
#1946     "be a source of"
Day 1
#1699     "life is..."

Saturday, April 27, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Day 27

Today's poetic offering is simply strange.

STRANGE

"Strange how I find myself upon your shore"
"On Your Shore" by Enya


Strange how I find myself at your door
fingers caught in mid-knock
anxiously biting my lower lip
Do I stay if you answer?
Do I leave before you do?
Strong wind pushes me forward
into the shelter of your porch
Waiting
Indecisive
Your dog does not bark in greeting
But it waits attentively at the door

Copyright Celena Diana Bumpus


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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 16

Day 16

Today's poetic offering is a matter of questions without really wanting answers.  Because answers can be too finite.

CIRCULAR

Pervasive thoughts
Hidden agendas
This lost dream
Is there anything to salvage?
No comfort in silence
Same frustrations spoken
I know there's a solution
Afraid to let go
Prisoner of my own dependency
I don't dare ask "Why?"

Copyright Celena Diana Bumpus

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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

daY TEn



...a un-love poem...

Sitting at the top of the staircase
I imagine my life without you
What life would have been had we never crossed paths.
I wonder if my dreams would be different.
Would my prayers include you even though I wouldn't know
who you are?
I am curious if you would look for a girl with green eyes
and long hair, thick lips and thighs or if the girl you would find
would be very different.
Would she be tall and slender?
Athletic?
I imagine quiet afternoons with no children
and my fingers tapping on the faded letters of my keyboard
writing things that I don't think.
Experiences that I never had unable to press out of my fingertips
existing in a world without you.
And without the things that have molded my poetry into
this.
Standing on soapboxes with scratchy microphones in
darkened rooms
Reciting poetry with too many lines
As if you never even existed

© Ginger Galloway 2013

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Day eiGHT and NiNe

Having so much fun with the PAD for April.... Here are my poems for the 8th and the 9th. My prompts come from NaPoWriMo and Poetic Asides... see more on my author page at GingerMGalloway.webs.com

DAY eight


She didn't know what she had done
When she walked into the room
She thought they would just have fun
Outside at half past noon
but that was when the bell had rung
another would ring real soon
They thought there would be time to play
They'd just have to wait another day.
© Ginger Galloway 2013

EASY PEASY....

It's time for bed I told the kids
As the time hit eight o' clock
Pee and brush and close the lids
In the hamper, put dirty socks
But sleeping's not what they did
Playing with toys and blocks
With paddle I dared them make a peep
And soon they all were fast asleep!
© Ginger Galloway 2013


Day Nine

the hunt

His eyes were wide
One up
One down
Around, around
Backwards
Hand over fist he moved
Stop!
Eyes rotating
Back and forth
Steady but not quite stealth
Quiet but not quite hidden
Smacking lips
Somewhere near the middle of the 
food chain
The hunter and
The hunted
The call pierces the sky
talons bared
just as the sticky tongue
smacks into the body
of the winged insect
wrapping around and
lifted from the bough
The diner
becomes
the meal.

© Ginger Galloway 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 9

Day 9
Today's offering to the poetry gods is a comparison and perhaps a contrast in two inherent different and yet eerily the similar parts within you.

MIND AND HEART

My mind is whirling like my old, dust choked "wind machine".
Sucking air from everywhere.

Similar to the freeway when you drive too fast with the windows down at night.
I need to feel like I am going somewhere fast.

Moving.
Even when I'm lying alone in bed at night.

My heart is like a rough draft of a poem or a song.
Incomplete and balled in your hands.

A crumpled sphere of craving, confusion and impetuosity.
The trash people wearing orange suits pick up in the landscaping next to the freeway.

Copyright Celena Diana Bumpus


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Sunday, April 7, 2013

dAy Six



A Valediction Poem...

There was no kiss
no hug
no wave
The inevitable had become
obvious
Slow steps
short
hesitant
History imbedded in footprints
No lazy glances
forelorn
Deep breaths 
Was it a heart attack
or heart ache
They were the same
Pain caught between
screams and wails
Silence choking
There would be 
lingering regrets
There was no kiss
good bye

© Ginger Galloway 2013

Friday, April 5, 2013

DaY FiVe


From NaPoWriMo: A cinquain is a poem that employs stanzas with five lines. Each line has a certain number of accented or stressed syllables, and a certain number of overall syllables per line. So the syllable count is 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 ad the stress count is 1, 2, 3, 4, 1. I don't understand how you get the stress count as each one that reads the poem may stress different words, but...maybe that's just me...

IMMOBILE

You can't
Because I said
So what are you gonna
Do something or don't do something
You can't

© Ginger Galloway 2013


NaPoWriMo Day 4

Rough and rugged.  Unedited and raw.  It comes with an enigmatic smile.
CelenaDiana
 


NaPoWriMo Day 4


POISED

I pull my new black stillettos
from my tossed blue duffle
in the other room
slip them onto my bare feet
then walk into the main room
there is a metal stool
in the center of the room
light flanks me
from all sides

Leaning forward over the stool
I arch
my back a bowed curve
long legs stretched
left knee slightly bent
bracing my right arm
against the cool metal
of the seat
I peer over my right shoulder
hair falling
in a dark auburn wave
over my left eye

Smiling enigmatically
I stand silent for a moment

Still silent
I take my right hand
twist my arm above my shoulder
touch the spot
between my shoulder blades
tilt my chin upwards
only my profile in view now
hair held in the bend of my elbow
delicate chin
high cheekbone
tiny ears
curved forehead
short lashes
small nose
full lips
same enigmatic smile
poised

After several moments
I laugh
kick off my high heels
pick up my camera
and gesture to the chair
See how easy it is?
I say to my wide eyed friend

©2013 Celena Diana Bumpus

Composed in silence



For a complete listing of my poems for the month of April 2013 entitled:
UNDER MY SCARF, BENEATH MY HAIR AND BEHIND MY GLASSES
(because who knows what mysteries lie there):
A COLLECTION
which will be updated daily.  Simply click on the titles to discover the poem and more.



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Thursday, April 4, 2013

daY FoUr


Given the title; write the poem. Hmmm...


Jaundiced Outlook

Knives and daggars.
I never understood how one could swing them at themself.
But you do this.
Cutting your face and hands.
The world around you is full of life and beauty.
Yet you rip the branches off trees and stomp through flower beds.
Who gave you the right to steal away and destroy?
Flinging words at people and things and nothing.
Filling up space.
Until you can't see and no one else can either.
The cloud you have erected
Dredging misery as you throw
Knives and daggars.

© Ginger Galloway 2013

DAY thReE

Today's challenge is to write a Shanty poem...a rhyming poem, sung by sailors as they work on a ship.



The ship does not sail
or float on the sea
The life I live here under
Locked in it's place
determined to be
The life I live here under
Simply the same
day after day
The life I live here under
Afraid to go it is
easy to stay 
In the life I live here under
The earth and the soil
under my feet
The life I live here under
A land lover's life 
is better for me
The life I live here under!

©Ginger Galloway 2013

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

daY TWo



DAY TWO --- A "lie" poem

You said that you would but you lie
You said that you wouldn't but you lie
You said that you did but you lie
You said that you don't but you lie
You said that we could but you lie
You promised me but you lie
You said it with your mouth but you lie
You lie You lie You lie!
So this is gonna have to be good bye
I lie.

Copyright Ginger Galloway 2013