Wrightings

  Lustrous lamplight lingers low, Lonesome lovers lost in woe. Lips left longing, lives left lame, Lulled by love’s lurid flame. Lilac linens, lay loose and light, Laced with longing late at night. Lamentations like lullabies, Loaded looks and liquid lies. Languid limbs lie lithe, alone, Listening long for love unknown. Lingering letters left unread, Lifeless laughter, love long dead.

  National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo writing, editing, and submission support)   https://www.napowrimo.net/ Join me virtually to write poems based on daily prompts, edit some of those poems and find the proper place to submit final poems.  We will meet the five Tuesdays in April 2025 via zoom  at 8:00 am – 8:45 am central time  to discuss the prompts, share a few lines, and peer critique for editing purposes. I will encourage and help you find places for submission or oral presentation when you are ready. $25.00 via venmo Joy@Joy-Nyberg Then I will email you the zoom link for our meetings J. L. Wright *This group is not affiliated or sanctioned by the  NaPoWriMo

This is Forgotten Forgotten - the hairs in the drain or lying on the floor; hate, a boulder, rolling free and alone; a lie shouted in the light of day; organized insight of a shared vision.  Forgotten: the caged animal a large leopard pacing at its gate; the taste of bitter chocolate, the last cold  cup of coffee, a leathered fruit  which cannot mother, a heart torn asunder by yet another shot. You’ll forget labor pains until your child dies the vows made and broken, the first time around; a truth never told, being forced to touch  a toilet dirtied by a drunk.  All forgotten as if you were impaired.

  The Dance of the Seven Veils  I danced the dance of the Seven Veils to Bolero, Fast wheels spun under neon light, But love can’t last when you must go. Time for Me to Fly on the radio, pure rock ‘n’ roll, Fingertips traced a dream burnt bright,                                                       I danced the dance of the Seven Veils to Bolero. The hum of the engine, the fever, the glow, You swore you’d stay, but fate said, "not quite," Love can’t last when you must go. The rearview blurred, but I saw the show, Obsessed by echoes of Saturday nights, I danced the dance of the Seven Veils to Bolero. The speed of our love was too fast, too bold, You chased the white line, I faded out of sight,                                       ...

  I'm a poet you're a poet we're all poets,  Yah! So write a poem a day and in April we will say NaPoWriMo ROCKS!

  He’s got…. He squeezed, rolled, and patted the whole world. The ball warmed volcanoes compressed. In his hands fissures spill out moisture. Which remains whole. The once smooth red clay World, now gnarled and pinched offers little for life. In his hands this world, a worthless refuge, could exist when he’s got the whole wide world of possibility. This planet is not a friendly place, this planet in his hands is not a hospitable place, this planet is barely hanging on. And I with it.

  Valentines Day ‘25 You stormed in through rain a dozen offerings of love my man drunk in pain cooed like a dove I sent you on your way I didn’t understand  friends should stay but that wasn’t your plan to yet another I committed still I wanted you near friendship is most befitted and will last for more than years

  The battlefield is where I will fall,   and I will try to get back up  at least two times, so don’t  expect me in your death                                                        to show up on time! J. L. Wright

  5 Grammar Reasons Written English Is So Difficult for Americans English is one of the most widely spoken languages in the world, but it is also among the most difficult to master—especially when it comes to writing. Even native English speakers, including Americans, struggle with its complex grammar rules, inconsistencies, and exceptions. While spoken English allows for flexibility and informality, written English follows rigid guidelines that can be confusing. Below are five major grammar-related reasons why Americans often find written English so difficult. 1.  Homophones Confuse Even the Best Writers One of the biggest challenges in written English is the vast number of homophones—words that sound the same but have different meanings and spellings. Common examples include: Their  (possessive),  there  (location), and  they’re  (contraction of "they are") Your  (possessive) vs.  you’re  (contraction of "you are") Its  (possessiv...

  Observations of life based on games Currently, my online games are Words with Friends TM, reDecor TM, and Glow TM. It’s nice to see people enjoy some of the things I enjoy; playing with the English language, thinking about how I would decorate expensive houses, and trying clothes on a skinny model.  As an adult one might wonder about the person who would enjoy these challenges.  But we am not here to analyze me but my opponents.  First, I’ve noticed there are two types of Words with Friends opponents. The first one of course is a bot. The bot keeps me playing. It will lose by two or three points. Matches my skill set almost Word for Word, get the pun. The second is an actual opponent somewhere. Often a man trying to pick up a woman who will text me if I accept the text. Or a man in a foreign country. Trying to get a little money.  I don’t care if they text me. I don’t respond. And if that’s all they want then they will drop out of the game. But if they are tru...