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Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet

Everything You Need to Write a Poem – Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet 5/22/16

Today’s inspiration buffet features a quick talk and writing course from Daniel Tysdal to get you started on writing your next poem.

Photo by Mozlace.

The comment section is OPEN for you to share your thoughts and poems.

Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet – 5/22/16

Every Sunday we serve up a buffet of inspiration to spark some creation.

We also hope you’ll share your own dishes with us.

Poets are invited to post one of their own poems in the comment section.  Something sparked by or about this week’s topic.

Or if you just don’t have anything that matches, give us something a little different than this week’s topic and we’ll call it a dessert.

Inspiration Buffet:

This week’s Inspiration Buffet features photos by The Pixelman and a poem from Lorraine Cipriano.

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Photos by The Pixelman.


Aquarian Soul Sister
by Lorrain Cipriano

Marching to a different drum beat
a great change is now upon her
the moody and reckless visionary
this shift in energy inevitable
complacency coming to an end
sparkly point in time briefly
lifts maddening depression
her soul like an instrument
attuned to the world rhythm
this journey leads to paths
weaved into relationship webs
where wisdom of the past trumps
foolish decisions made in haste
larger collectives molding her
finally in the present moment
so calm entering a new realm
refusing to morph back into
the status quo and instead going
fearlessly to a sacred sanctuary
where fantastical ideas emerge
heavy veils of human suffering
become transparent as she begins
to challenge authorities with art
making the unknown known
in the middle of the universe


 Lorraine Cipriano is currently the editor of the Ohio section of The Poets Without Limits Magazine and the co-founder of a long-running literary series called “Women Unbound”. She has been published in the following publications by Writing Knights Press: “Unbound”, “Out on the Streets”, “The Squire: Grand Tournament III Anthology”, “Page-A-Day Poetry Anthology 2015”, “1,000 Paper Cranes”, “Writing Knights Press 2014 Anthology” and “The Squire: Grand Tournament IV Anthology”. She has also been published in both the “50 Haikus, Volume 1 Issue 8” anthology and “50 Haikus, Volume 1 Issue 9” anthology by Prolific Press.

Poetry Potluck:

Bring your dish to the table.  We invite you to use the comment section below to share a poem of your own, sparked by or related to today’s Inspiration Buffet.

Words Are Loneliness – Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet

Inspiration Buffet:

This week our buffet features two poems by Curtis Whitecarroll and a few photos by Katrin Baustmann.


The Vulture by Curtis Whitecarroll

Holding my stitches together well enough
to write another poem
I have made a mirror on paper

Seeing that I am a collection of
all the former selves I have abandoned
to the leprosy of guilt

Living just fine after all the times
I was prepared to die ,
Lazarus wanting only to be wrapped
in bandages and left to rest in cave

I turn my pen to a vulture
to pick away pieces and feel lighter

Remembering the run over rattlesnake
threatening the impatient vulture
who was too hungry to wait for stillness

I watched them both, while hitch-hiking.
At 14, I knew the desert was home
to creatures that fight hardest for life,
but are the most deserving of death


For The Starving by Curtis Whitecarrol

“Words are loneliness.”-Henry Miller

soon poets will
be reduced to starving

but we will keep scrounging
for a bit longer still
you wonder what winter
is for us,

the white flakes of time
the indifference

that will blanket us
given time

our words having strength
only among wastelands
of silence,

we had such places as
the eggs we hatched from

we are the condemned
by being content to live this life

searching for the first in a chain
of last meals

our words come from our mouths
but do very little to fill it

may god allow us to
cough up our own heart
perhaps make a meal of it

a fine distraction from
nuclear winters we find calmness in

I am certain there are others here
close by, being alone also

there is no location here
it is simply the mind and its overlapping

the great cliffs and valleys of melancholy
and the attempts at filling in distances
with happy routines,creatures of habit

let the routines grow thinner
and let us grow tolerant of

the losing game as we know it is come
let times indifferent snow fall give
us a good blanket,

as our legs and spirit finally become
too weak to chase the wild herds
of inspiration, so far spread out

let us be as respected as dinosaurs
as we fall down into dusty history books
barely read

Curtis Whitecarroll is a poet and reading-event producer living in Portland, Oregon He has been published in Multiple online and print magazines.

Katrin Baustmann is a German writer, self-publisher and always looking for great images at Pixabay for future book projects. But she also loves to capture the world with all of its beauty with the camera and gladly share them with you.

Poetry Potluck:

Bring your dish to the table.  We invite you to use the comment section below to share a poem of your own, sparked by or related to today’s Inspiration Buffet.

Poetry Prompts 30 in 30 A Poem A Day

Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet

April is National Poetry Month. We know many of you are trying to write a poem a day this month. So for our Inspiration Buffet we’re giving you a poetry prompt for every day.

You’re welcome to post your poems in the comments. Or, you can submit your poetry for consideration in our daily menu (we publish a new poem every morning). If you’d like to submit your work, visit our Submission Guidelines.

Poetry Prompts:

April 1:
Write a poem about the home you were born in. What would that house, building, room say?

April 2:
Write a poem about learning a new word for the first time. It could be a word you recently learned, one you learned long ago, or even one you taught to someone.

April 3:
Write a poem where you have a conversation with an inanimate object. Talk to it. And if you’d like, let it talk back to you.

April 4:
Write a poem about a dream you had recently. Dreams are a wonderful brewing ground for poetry.

April 5:
Write a poem about your neighbors.

April 6:
Write a poem from the perspective of yourself when you were a little kid.

April 7:
Write a poem sparked by your experience of waiting in line.

April 8:
Write a poem about the first thing you do in the morning.

April 9:
Write a poem about something you don’t understand, something that doesn’t make sense to you.

April 10:
Write a poem about not wanting to write a poem.

April 11:
Write a poem about the part of your physical appearance that you least like. And love it.

April 12:
Write a poem about fixing your bed.

April 13:
Write a poem about a power outage, about having no electricity.

April 14:
Write a poem about shopping for a gift for someone.

April 15:
Write a poem about having dinner out alone.

April 16:
Write a poem about getting lost while trying to get somewhere.

April 17:
Write a positive poem about someone you recently insulted or criticized. Find what is poetically beautiful about them and write about it.

April 18:
Write a poem about what you think is the worst part of your personality.

April 19:
Write a poem about visiting someone at the hospital.

April 20:
Write a poem an heirloom you have from someone who had died.

April 21:
Write a poem about something you recently wanted to say but didn’t say.

April 22:
Write a poem about your first car. If you never had a car, your first bike, bus ride, train ride…something that allowed you to travel on your own.

April 23:
Write a poem about something you stole.

April 24:
Write a poem about how people would see you if they didn’t see what you posted online and only knew you face to face.

April 25:
Write a poem about something you are not able to do but wish you could do.

April 26:
Write a poem about washing something.

April 27:
Write a poem about not knowing where someone you once knew is now and wondering where they are.

April 28:
Write a poem about laughter.

April 29:
Write a poem the home of someone you know who is no longer alive.

April 30:
Write a poem promising yourself something.


Photo by Alexandre Vanier.

Spring – Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet 3/20/16

Welcome to this week’s Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet.

Every Sunday we serve up a buffet of inspiration to spark some creation.

We also hope you’ll share your own dishes with us.  Poets are invited to post one of their own poems in the comment section.  Something sparked by or about this week;s topic.  Or if you just don’t have anything that matches, give us something a little different than this week’s topic and we’ll call it a dessert.

Inspiration Buffet:

Of course, today’s topic is Spring.  In all its meanings.  All its endings, potentials, and beginnings.  Hope, flowers, seasons, ending of winters, seeds, late frost, last snow, first thunderstorms, wind, rain, green, growing…this is truly the season of anything, of all that was, is, and will be.


Poetry Potluck:

Bring your dish to the table.  We invite you to use the comment section below to share a poem of your own, sparked by or related to today’s Inspiration Buffet.


International Women’s Day – Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet 3/6/2016

Photo by Jane Lund.

This week our table reaches around the world. March 8th, 2016 is International Women’s Day. It’s not just a day for women to speak up, but for all genders to raise their voice for equality for all.

We’ve gathered plenty of voices for today’s buffet. Ones that certainly will inspire. And like every Poetry Potluck, we encourage you to post one of your own inspiring, equality promoting poems in the comments section.

We also invite you to visit to learn more about how you can participate in this year’s International Women’s Day.

Here are some youthful voices from around the world in a short video from the World Youth Organization.


Next on the table:  “Daughters” by Lissie.

In support of International Women’s Day on March 8th, Lissie’s new song ‘Daughters’ is available for ‘pay what you want’ purchase from 1st – 15th March, with proceeds donated to charity: water. Click here to donate and get your download of Daughters – and help share the message with Thunderclap –


Here, we have an amazing reading by Jihan Williams from International Women’s Day 2013


Lastly, a poem I wrote many years ago. I finally read to my mother a few weeks ago. With tears she told me, “you should try to get that one published. Don’t stop tying to get that one publish.” I’ll publish it here.

Out of a Quilt

Maybe the frost, or the notion of winter,
how we’d light the fires, burn the dead pines-
I can’t explain exactly why…

I wanted the leaves to crumble in my hands.
The breeze to chill my face, red, so I could run
to the cover of a quilt my great-grandmother
made, last century. I know she felt the same.
By the links, the chain, the little hand stitched
design. Winter was always a good excuse to
stay inside, to hide. And October was a welcome
to the calm, the quiet time.

But the sun is burning holes in my blanket.
The snow has let go and the wind is warm
wanting me to plant seeds, tend to the weeds.
April’s opening the windows and doors,
flooding the streets with bees and dreams
and birds breaking in their wings. While all
I’m wanting is a cold gray cloud excuse
to cover my hands in mittens again.

But what I get is a light rain reason that spring
gives me to go outside. And I know why. Not
with words or a pretty rhyme. It’s not something
that easily defined. Hands and Time. I know it
by my mother’s eyes as I walk outside, carrying
in my body and in my blood all her deepest dreams.

I shiver in the sunlight, worried by what the men
told me about what happens to a girl when she
gets old and the roomers they’ll tell if I spend
too much time outside, in my own mind.

I could have married into a place to hide,
but instead I’m standing bare handed,
half-way out in the front yard and I can
hear them laughing. One small flat foot
in front of the other. Hardly knowing why
I’m walking. Warmed only by the thought
that I am going to where my mother has
never been
and that because of her
I can.
– Ann Kestner

Well it’s quite a full inspiration buffet today. I’m hoping you’ll all be bring some wonderful dishes to the Poetry Potluck.

 (Click here to learn more about our weekly Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet.)

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