Writing Prompt: Symbolic Poem- Weather

Write a poem comparing yourself, or your country to a season of the year, or a particular form of weather.  We are aware of all the turmoil going on in the U.S.A., and around the world.   Only you or close loved ones are aware of your turmoil, or happiness.  Write what you are most passionate about, expressing into poetic prose the comparison. 

Below the poem, I wrote, was inspired by the weather.  As it turned out to be less of a symbolic message and more of a tribute mixed with weather conditions.  Creativity is all about accessing the recesses of your mind.  Poems stimulate our messages, views, our worries, and hopes. 

This is one of those hopes, I continue to pray for.  Although, the warming will continue in spite of capturing Osama Bin Laden, I feel the hope that it will some how change the world for better.  My gut says it will get worse, one more reason to hate us.  We imprisoned their leader, and have sentenced him to life in prison or death.  They find a way to sneak in, and blow up more people as payback for his demise.  Global warming is much the same, if the scientists are accurate about the big picture.  Even if we can find the source of the problem, there will be little change before it gets better. Hence the title.

Osama Bin Warming

By: Zoe Force

Soldiers protect us from the wiles of the world

Since 9/11 seeking the eye of the storm,

Elusive and curled

While the wind blows Osama stays warm.

Dwelling in caves

Sheltered from the rage,

As the innocent lie in graves

Rotting while you wage.

More thunder and lightening

rain and sleet,

You are frightening

denouncing defeat.

Hiding behind the storm cloud

Just out of reach,

You’ve vowed

As you angrily preach.

To the deluded congregation

Brainwashing them with deceit,

Through your provocation

Your words replete.

As you speak of Zionists you deplore

Admitting their fate,

Once more

You intend to obliterate.

Your path is destruction

Neigh paradise you seek,

In the obstruction

You seem weak.

U.S. Soldiers are there

To capture you and your radical regime,

As you are aware

For the crimes of Islamic radical extreme.

We will not falter

But find your hovel,

Our feet do not alter

Your history to unravel.

Come forward and surrender

Don’t tout,

You are a pretender

Hiding about.

You spread your filth to fellow children and men

To take up weapons of your cause,

Paradise you say then

Awaits 72 virgins accorded in Islamic laws.

Where is paradise

May be it is blatant,

Crazy advice

The Koran’s author latent?

In this lifetime we will all be blessed

If you are caught,

We are no longer opressed

In the deeds you brought.

The clouds will begin to part

Blue skies and sunlight once hidden,

Warmth again upon our heart

Your madness soldiers have for too long ridden.

Politics Unfair?

With the November elections drawing closer and closer many voters have made their decisions, while others are still trying to make up their minds.  Do you think the media is bias in representing the candidates?  Or do you think the candidates are fairly discussed in the media?  Do you feel that Palin’s short notice to be VP gives her a disadvantage, because of all the preparation the presidential nominees have had since the inception of both parties aspirations of becoming a future president.  Joe Biden ran for president, and therefore finds the advantage on all platforms of discussion in domestic and world affairs.  Palin seems to have been doing her Governer’s job unaware that such a challenge would be put in front of her.  Is she fairly represented with how little time she has had for preparations, of such a large task?  What do you think?

Writing Prompt: Fear

Science Fiction writers are masters of using fear to scare the audience.  Write about a fear you have, and why.  I love the famous quote, “We have nothing to fear, except fear itself”.  We’ve been told that we can overcome our fears, by doing what we fear most.  Do you believe that you could overcome your fear by doing it? Why or why not?

Writing Prompt: Starting an Organization

Have you ever thought about starting an organization to benefit the community?  The writing prompt is to ask yourself what kind of organization you would want to start, and what your organization would do for the community.  Be it for profit, or non-profit write about it.  Unless you are seriously looking to do this, do not go into too much detail, K.I.S.S. (Remember this acronym?).  Save the details for a time when you are ready to invest in your community.

If anyone cared about my absence this week it was my aunt’s fault.  She decided to start up a non-profit Cloverbud 4H Group, and asked if I would be her co-leader.  Sucker me.  This project is the most interesting thing I have been a part of in a while.  Starting an organization is rather easy.  It is all about community service.  I know that I have in the past mentioned ways to help the needy.  Who better to serve, than children and their parents in the community.  This group is of the age, where parental participation is a must for most of the projects for the children.  Family together time is always a plus!

We have every thing in place, a name, leaders, 10 and steady climbing members, volunteers, training facilities, projects, and we continue to get it going.  First on the list is Halloween Safety, and a volunteer from the American Red Cross is coming to speak with the children about safety tips, give them cute bags, and lights.  Everyone gets involved in the community to help our youth, just makes me proud to be American.  We have our second offical meeting in the beginning of October.  It is a perfect time to talk about the coming holiday, and learning about their own personal safety.  We have so many things lined up to do, that I am proud of the people and resources available in the community.  If there was enough time in a day I would write about the projects in this exercise, but I don’t. 

With this group we plan to attend the county and state fair to represent our 4H Group, and exhibit their projects.  That will be the best day of my aunts life, she is such a wonderful, patient, creative teacher.  I’m proud of her for wanting to do this for familes, and humbled that she asked for my assistance… actually she put me in charge.  Some thing about my being book smart, but I think she is trying to get off easy.  Her idea, my headache?  I am looking forward to it all, don’t lend merit to my poor remark.

Writing Prompt: Murphy’s Law

Most of us know about Murphy’s Law: “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong”.  Write about a day you’ve had, where Murphy’s Law applied.  This should not be too difficult…. after all, we all have days that are disastrous.  Gear your writing toward one of those days where it took you hours to fix one problem, that went wrong, and possibly the chain of Murphy’s Law than ensued the original situation.

24 Hours With Murphy:

Lately, my washing machine has been acting up.  On Saturday, I went to put my washing into the dryer and realized there was a slow dripping leak.  My clothing had to be spun out again and I had to shut off the main water valve to the washer.  It has had this slow leak before, seems like two months ago, and it corrected itself with the next load of laundry. 

However when I went to wash yesterday, I put the load in the washer and came upstairs to do some writing on the lap top.  When I got to the point where I knew the clothes in the washer were done, I went down to put them in the dryer.  What I came down to witness turned my whole day upside down, and my tears just kept flowing.  Old Murphy had hit me again.  Three rooms downstairs were covered in water.  The washer was no longer shutting off the water after filling nor slowly dripping, it continued to flow full pressure.  I shut off the main valve, worked hard to soak up all the water, and to run the sopping wet towels through the spin cycle so that they could be used again.  

The good news, we do not have any carpeting in our home.  The bad news, I had to sit by the washer the rest of the day.  I had used every towel in the house for the clean up.  Plus the clothes that I had sorted out in piles on the floor, were drenched and needed to be washed. Time to bust out the plastic and get a new washer.  I think I’ll take the old one outside, and use it for target practice before sending it off to the dump.  The washer is only three years old, hardly old enough to be scrapped.  The last washer lasted more than 10 years.

This morning, less than 24 hours since the washer incident, the bus driver was 5 minutes early and we didn’t hear it until it was pulling away.  Running out the door hoping he would see me through the trees waving my arms and pleading it to stop, I was too late.  Lucky for me, I volunteer at the school.  I ran back in the house an called the bus garage and asked them to send the bus back to the house.  They did!  But, the bus driver was experiencing Murphy too.  He could hear his boss over the radio, but his boss couldn’t hear him.  When the bus pulled off with the kids, I ran back inside to call his boss with the news.  I certainly hope nothing goes wrong with the bus along the way.  Murphy is mischievous, at all the wrong times.