Annoucement: Urban Poetry is Moving

ANNOUNCEMENT: Urban Poetry Moving to WolffPoetry.com

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Hello, my beautiful followers and fans! First things first, thank you for your beautiful and supportive comments through this year. If wasn’t for all of you, Urban Poetry wouldn’t have grown as fast as it did.

But, Urban Poetry has grown and doesn’t conform to the structure of WordPress.com, we can only stay for a short time. The capacity of how fast this site is growing over capacitates the WordPress structure.

On October 5th, 2017 we purchased the domain name, Wolff Poetry.

I thought it only fitting to distinguish myself in this new domain name.

  1. Wolff, being my last name.
  2. Poetry is what I love to write.

Thus, is born the new me on the Internet “Wolff Poetry.” I bring a new thought to this new site. In many of the comments I have received, they are as follows.

These are the questions I am asked and in my new site, I will be inserting the answers through a blog post.

  1. How do you get so many page views a month in so short of time on the internet, since Urban Poetry only started January 3, 2017?
  2. How did you come to acquire so many followers in so little time?

  3. Can your offer resources of writing tools you use?

  4. Can your offer resources and help in how to get my poetry self-published?

Above and beyond, I want you to read for yourself “Who is Wolff Poetry?

I am in hopes that you will follow me to my new site, cause my mission is to offer support to new writers, and tips and tools to grow your following and blog, and offer assistance in helping you bring your creative writing to publication in the success I did.

Thanks again,

Linda J. Wolff

Your dearest fan!

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Free Verse: Tame the Fire

In this free verse poetry, “Tame the Fire.”

In this free verse poetry, I was a six-year-old girl. My family lived on a farm in the countryside of Hayden, Id. It was a perfect Saturday, the weather was cooler, we were heading into fall.

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It was perfect for burning trash in the old barrel on the side of the old shed. I was watching my brothers burning trash when something horrible happened. Life can change as quickly as a shift in the wind. I’ll describe through words in poetry.

Free Verse Poetry: Tame the Fire

At five and seven what did they
know of fire?
Nothing until that day.
Sticks and a barrel of flames.

Of fire that eats flesh, leaving you like
a sun-dried raisin.
Running, and laughing with fire,
it loves the wind and cloth.

It eats cloth.
It ate my brother’s leg.

He ran screaming, running from the
flesh-eating fire.
I ran too. I ran to get mother.

Mother was “the fire tamer.”

Mom threw him upon the
ground, like a rolling pin.
Rolling him back and forth,
like she was rolling out bread dough.

Bread she would make every Saturday.
Mother snuffed out the flesh-eating fire.

©2017 Linda J. Wolff
|Tame the Fire|

Urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing life among stars.

Daily Prompt for You:
Tame

Free Verse: Hibernation.

 

In this free verse poetry, “Hibernation.”

This poem is from an observance of watching children from day to day and how the seasons play a role in their behavior. I believe the seasons have voices and stir the changes in one’s soul. Watching children throughout the year provide lenses for me to view not only the reactions that have offered inspiration but to experience life through their eyes.

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Free Verse Poetry: Hibernation

Hidden inside the groping,
fingers of fall, besides,
the old Pinewood apartments
we stand to wait for the yellow bus.
All year their excited voices rise and fall
like the changing leaves.
But here, they are quieted and still.
On the cusp of winter, cold air
penetrates like piercing ice sickles
in a foot thick of snow.
I insert my hands to the warmth
—Melting shivers, to the prickle of the wind,
and thankful for how peaceful they are,
capable of silence. Sometimes
I think there is another place where life,
cannot change us.
Each day we inhale and stop as the
yellow bus rumbles and grinds itself
along with pavement.
The sun crawls from tree to tree and dances across,
the frosty green slivers.
The earth spins in the grinding pavement.

©2017 Linda J. Wolff
|Hibernation|

Urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing life among stars.

Daily Prompt for You:
Believe

Micro-Poetry: Emotions

A micro-poetry, “Emotions.”

One of poetry’s amazing abilities is that in the words, one can exchange feelings from one person to another—between poet and reader, alive at one moment, or could be 10, 20, 30 years of age, across many languages and cultures of the world.

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In addition, a poem can convey our most powerful emotions, which the poet writes about so passionately in lines, painful moments, happy moments—those hold mystery—filled with sunlight in one essence, rain in another, and then, maybe, filled with words that come from a person who is silent in suffering. A micro-poetry and digital art piece of example.

Micro-poetry: Emotions

Although the rain

falls abundantly here,

sunlight also leaks 

through the open windows

of this dilapidated apartment.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Emotions|
A micro-poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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They ask for a story about me, about losing something, about loss, about happiness, about me. In this poetry, I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.

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Daily Prompt for You:
Superficial

Free Verse: Life Among Stars

In this free verse poetry, “Life Among Stars.”

A subtle night of observing, the sites and sounds of nighttime talking. The eyes and ears. See and hear the stars stirring, a sky sharing a night show. White shooting lights speak in the darkest of night. I feel words rising a canvas surface.

Free Verse Poetry: Life Among Stars

Star’s radiant shine: dimmer.
Then bright. Still, I watch.

Even among the black.
Too much delight here.

A striking meteor fire of white glitter.
Furred wings flutter for bugs.

Owl’s soft who are you.
Coolness collides. Goosebumps rise.

I settle to the distant hum
of wheels on pavement.

September night, a warm merlot.
I listen and owl hoots.

©2017 Linda J. Wolff
|Life Among Stars|

Urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing life among stars.

Daily Prompt for You:
Genius

Micro-Poetry: Deny

In this micro-poetry, “Deny.”

There is too much pain, I want to see more than a loss. I am that brighter flower that reaches for a blue sky of hope. But, my heart feels heavy today, after so many losses of mine own, the pain of the tragedies over the dreadful hurricanes, and now the shootings in Las Vegas. It almost too much for me. I am in tears. I have a funeral to go to on Sunday, I have to step back and inhale, a moments peace of solace. Leaving you with a micro-poetry and digital art piece.

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I won’t deny myself to feel the ache of it all, the tears behind eyelids, it heals me to reveal and expose all that I am.

Micro-Poetry: Deny

Each one of us can’t deny we are an intricate piece of a more significant entity, but yet when tragedy happens as it did in Las Vegas, our small pieces become broken.

We can pull together; we are more than hate.
We hold the highest power within us; we must vocalize our tears, we must grasp for hope.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Deny|
A micro-poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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They ask for a story about me, about losing something, about loss, about happiness, about me. In this poetry, I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.

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Deny

Urban Daily Haiku: Changes

In this urban daily haiku, “Changes.”

Water…Rippling at the motion of movement. A quiet beach front and gray skies. Perspective is hung in the clouds. Pause is the granules between toes. The thousand moments of prayers, words laced with wisdom, and hopes break through the clouds of change. Peace is the answering. An urban daily haiku on a perspective of our challenging times.

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Urban Daily Haiku: Changes

look through reflection
a thousand moments of pause
perspective changes

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Changes|
A daily haiku poem

What is a Haiku Poem?  A Japanese poem which can also be known as a Hokku. A Haiku poem is similar to a Tanka but has fewer lines. A Haiku is a type of poetry that can be written on many themes, from love to nature. A Haiku consists of 3 lines and 17 syllables.

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  2. I Am a Twilight Girl
  3. Daily Haiku: Gray Abandonment

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Interest

Free Verse: At the Age of 10, I was a Bird.

In this Free Verse Poetry, “At the Age of 10, I was a Bird.”

I wanted to share an experience of my first time flying with my father, he was an aerial photographer and pilot for the air force. It was a thrilling adventure for a child of age 10. Hope you enjoy this little free verse poetry and digital art piece!

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Free Verse Poetry: At the Age of 10, I was a Bird.

I, at the age of 10.
Got the chance to be a bird.
Or at least feel like what it was to fly, to soar.
My father had purchased a Cessna 150.

A two-wing contraption which held our life.

At the sound of tires on pavement,
grinding stone against the rubber,
And then, my gut being pulled down into toes
I am like a small bird, taking off into the unknown.
My father pointed out the window.

My throat gasped. My eyes seeing below
I saw things go from big to small within
seconds as we flew higher and higher into the blue.
I thought I was looking at a 10,000-piece puzzle.
So many pieces.
Little odd shapes of green, oblong shapes of water, and squares.

Now I could see…what a bird sees.

The view below, and now soaring so high above Earth,
I was, but one tiny atom of mother Earth.
My father tapped me on the shoulder.
He motioned, for me to put my hands
upon the yoke in front of me
(steering mechanism of a small plane).
I placed both hands apart after observing
how my father had set his.

I watched as he turned the yoke to the left,

My gut fell again into my toes. I felt like I was soaring.

I looked out of the window as we turned in the wind.
A white cloud hung in the sky in front of us.
We flew into the humungous cloud,
I saw white, gray, and space between
other puffy clouds within clouds.

I believe my mouth fell off my face.

Then, boom out of the white and into blue,
Father motioned with his hands that
it was time to head back.
I just stared out the window, soaking in
everything I could see.
We had flown a bit when I noticed we were descending.
The earth felt like it was going to swallow me.

Quickly the small green, blue, and shapes became bigger.
My gut serged up into my throat.
Then, the sound of rubber grinding pavement again,
We roll to a stop, and I sit in the cockpit of
our small plane, while my father safety checks everything.

Appreciating the feeling, that, I was a bird for a moment.

©2017 Linda J. Wolff
|At the Age of 10, I was a Bird|
An urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing the hearts hanging like dead weights.

Daily Prompt for You:
Athletic

Free Verse: Shadow and Light

In this free verse poetry, “Shadows and Light.”

I love to take pictures of everything, I believe this was my father’s doing, as a teenager I spent many hours in the darkroom helping him develop films, he had such an eye for photography and art. We would absorb the world through a camera lens.

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Photography is what spurred my interest in digital art. The double exposures, effects, overlays, and textures one can bring to a single tap of a button. Here in this free verse poetry, I try to describe what it’s like. Hope you enjoy it.

Free Verse Poetry: Shadow and Light

On the surface of anomalistic paving stones
light stretches across dimensions.

For a fleeting time
shadows play with depth and perception.

I watch with camera in hand as a bystander in darkness.

Already I see shadows marauding grooves, endless voids.
I feel the quietness rush,
Imaging it is stopping an erected buzzing lamppost.

I stand and anticipate.
The exchange of light and darkness.
The chilling air.
Revealing time has moved a micro-second.
And then the shape changes,
And rectangular become longer,
And wider, lighter shades fade.
Whose fluctuations captured by a camera lens in video mode?
And the photographer whose knees are bending
Aching                  and balanced.

She inhales and breathes out slowly—

For creating picture-perfect…shakiness isn’t plausible.
As a photographer in a long black coat, with nimble fingers.
On the start button,
Time encapsulated, and shadows and light, framed second by second.
Changes,
Changes,

Steady is the hand that holds.

Holding steady!
Light moves
Shadows twist
Turn
Molding, bending over grooves.

The greatest video made
Is one tested with patience?
One of creativity.
There’s something—
Something inspiring about it—

I mean, the moment of shadows and light.

©2017 Linda J. Wolff
| Shadow and Light|
An urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing the hearts hanging like dead weights.

Daily Prompt for You:
Popular

Micro-Poetry: Deep

A Micro-Poetry, “Deep.”

I always appreciate the depth of the one’s soul. And how we can either diminish (breaks into small pieces) or how we can exceed expectations, all is determined by the depth of our strength and passion we hold inside rib cages.

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Micro-Poetry: Deep

Every time she is at the park,
The trees start to weep,
wishing they weren’t so tall,
cause her love is so deep.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Deep|
A micro-poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

They ask for a story about me, about losing something, about loss, about happiness, about me. In this poetry, I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.

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Daily Prompt for You:
Circle

Free Verse: Like a Dead Weight

A free verse poetry, “Like a Dead Weight.”

The most difficult decision to make in a relationship is to walk away, I’ve had to make this choice twice. Sometimes, things just don’t work out, or the level of the playing field changes. I became a victim of verbal abuse, thrown like rocks against a soft surface.

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It penetrates. I catered to this negativity, thought all my love could save his soul, it didn’t change anything, only me. And when I was drowning in the bitterness of time, I looked into the mirror and saw my reflection. I had aged, with unhappiness written in lines across my face. With the last trip to the emergency room, suffering from hypertension and an anxiety attack that brought on a stroke. I could have died. I found me.

In this free verse poetry and digital art piece maybe you can see or feel the change of choices.

Free Verse Poetry: Like a Dead Weight

Like a dead weight, I felt it…
a heaviness bearing down on my heart; like the many times
of knowing what rocks felt like if you pack them far too long.

It felt awful. It anchored my soul.
(Anchored and not a dead weight.)

The yellow glow of words shared to you to encourage,
couldn’t change who you are.

My perceptive heart becomes aware of those same patterns; like pattering rain on a flat rooftop.

How I know of compilation

First, it’s just one. Then more adding like numbers getting bigger. bigger. Then, it eats away at your happy place; like weeds growing in a garden stealing color.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Today, I opened my heart and let the black crow free.

I hope you can find another resting branch.

A bluebird perched upon my branches today and sang.
And the trickling sun fingers touched my face.

I breathe long and hard and smiled for the first in awhile, life into mine soul again.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| Like a Dead Weight|
An urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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He asked for a story about me, about losing something, about loss. In this free verse poetry, I lost a part of innocence, I saw love and hate hang from a wall inside a small chapel. I saw them slap GOD’S name on it to condone their rituals. It was wrong.

So I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.  I’m walking you through this horrific day through these lines.

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This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing the hearts hanging like dead weights.

Daily Prompt for You:
Witty

Free Verse: Swamp Princess

In this free verse poetry, “Swamp Princess.”

In everyday life, I challenge myself to write poetry about something I have no experience with. In an online search through Wikipedia. I came across a spectacular plant and flower combined, one I had not seen, nor was I aware of it. So a new learning lesson for me, cause I’m not fluid in botany. I found one must watch out for the pretty things, or things that look too good to be real.

Free Verse - Swamp Princess

Everything has a surface to viewing eyes, its what lies under, or within that brings to question, What is it? Maybe, a free verse poetry and a picture from Pixabay will give answers.

Free Verse Poetry: Swamp Princess

In the summers of Australia,
a princess lingers in the swamps.
Her name simple, Sundew, or
Botanica, Drosera.
Swaying, dancing, and
moving so many times
with a warm breeze.
Sharp red clothes her, and
morning sunlight inflorescence.
She’s got a secret to keep.
Beguile becomes glistening drops.
Sticky secreting sweet perfume.
Unsuspecting fools—fall for beauty,
and sweetness.
Some things look pretty—
But are quite deadly.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Swamp Princess|
An urban free verse poetry

Wikipedia.org;

“Drosera, commonly known as the sundews, is one of the largest genera of carnivorous plants, with at least 194 species.[1] These members of the family Droseraceae lure, capture, and digest insects using stalked mucilaginous glands covering their leaf surfaces. The insects are used to supplement the poor mineral nutrition of the soil in which the plants grow. Various species, which vary greatly in size and form, are native to every continent except Antarctica.[2]

Both the botanical name (from the Greek δρόσος: drosos = “dew, dewdrops”) and the English common name (sundew, derived from Latin ros solis, meaning “dew of the sun”) refer to the glistening drops of mucilage at the tip of each tentacle that resemble drops of morning dew.”

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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He asked for a story about me, about losing something, about loss. In this free verse poetry, I lost a part of innocence, I saw love and hate hang from a wall inside a small chapel. I saw them slap GOD’S name on it to condone their rituals. It was wrong.

So I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.  I’m walking you through this horrific day through these lines.

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Daily Prompt for You:
Launch