Tag: OctPoWriMo

Art, God, Poetry

Behold, A White Horse

Mark Wayne

In the quiet before the coming storm,
in the dark before the first light of morn.
Out of the black night they come,
souls for the taking they have won.
From beyond the blood-red moon,
destruction and disease screams a terrifying tune.

Behold, a light-colored steed.
Ridden by death, its only purpose to make souls bleed.
Behold, a dusky charger.
Ridden by judgement, its only purpose to make life harder.
Behold, a scarlet mount.
Ridden by chaos, its only purpose to make nothing count.
Behold, a sallow pony.
Ridden by defeat, its only purpose to make conquest only.

The huntsmen were led by the dragon snake,
who turned the sun to black; its thirst to slake.
Those who were left fled in terror and fear,
a voice speaking of a fortress refuge; so we hear.
He will cover us with His feathers as a shield about us,
His angels will defend the throne; in this we trust.
He sets us on high, because we know His name,
set free by His mercy and kindness; we are never the same.

We call on Him and He will respond in swift deliverance.
He tramples the serpent in a moment of eternal significance.

Behold, a white horse!
Ridden by faith and truth, its only purpose to make all things new.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

(The poem above was inspired by verses from Psalm 91 and Revelation 6 and 19:11 from the bible. On this Halloween night where the veil between worlds may be thin I wished to convey that although there is evil, there is something stronger that wins in the end. This is also poem 31 of 31 for the month of October Poetry Writing Month. It is finished, now onto National Novel Writing Month and 50,000 words. God bless! ~M)

Poetry, Writing

OctPoWriMo to NaNoWriMo 2014

Mark Wayne
Photo edited using PicMonkey
Photo edited using PicMonkey


It was a dark and stormy night.
A time when writer’s will write deep into the fading light.
Fumbling over the words on paper that somehow dance and sing.
A Masterpiece or not may be created out of seemingly nothing.
The winds may howl and blowing rain splatters the window pane.
As the dark night begins to wane.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

As we approach Halloween and the end of October Poetry Writing Month and head first into National Novel Writing Month, I was hoping to leave a little poetry and inspiration for writing your own novel!

As Halloween approaches how would you finish the sentence

– It was a dark and stormy night…?

  • Scary/Suspenseful? – It was a dark and stormy night and the shallow light of the moon cast haunting shadows across the floor.  He knew this was the moment as he stood before the door his hand on the doorknob.  Holding his breath he slowly began to turn the knob and as he did he heard the screams …
  • Humorous/Funny? – It was a dark and stormy night and the chocolate stains at the corner of his lips was the only evidence left behind  from the chocolate pie and whipped cream midnight refrigerator raid.
  • Peaceful/Contented?– It was a dark and stormy night, the warmth of the crackling fire cast a peaceful glow across the room. She silently stared at the pictures in the photo album, remembering the past with a smile on her lips.

Please share your thoughts, how would you finish the sentence?  It just might be the next great novel!

Art, God, Poetry

Take Me Down

Mark Wayne
Whoa, take me down
Into the depths where I might drown
For it is only there can I truly see
The glorious beauty of your majesty
Into the mystic all around
My pounding heartbeat the only sound
Fly away to where we were meant to be
Reveal to us your holy mysteries
Whoa, take me down
Break the chains that keep me bound
I want to live in shameless freedom
From now until your coming kingdom
Life and glory can be found
Let the false intimacy come unwound
Renouncing the enemy’s bastard accusations
Evil fears its pronounced damnation
Whoa, take me down
Exchange my ashes for a beautiful crown
For love and mercy linger in a secret place
Freely given is the unveiled grace

~Mark Schutter ©2014

The poem above is my submission this week to The Reverie Journal based on the Kongos music prompt from Hastywords.  I attempted to write the poem in sync with the rhythm of the chorus from the song, what do you think?. In addition this is poem number 29 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month.  Thanks for reading! ~M

Art, Poetry

It Don’t Matter

Mark Wayne

image

What I say
What I do
Who I am
Who I may be
It don’t matter to you

What you say
What you do
Who you are
Who you may be
It don’t matter to me

We are each unique
Not quite the same
A beautiful tapestry
Of joy and pain

You be you
I’ll be me
We won’t mind
And let’s just all be free

~Mark Schutter ©2014

A whimsical poem for number 21 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo.  Into the home stretch now! Smile!

God, Life, Poetry

You Are My Only

Mark Wayne
You are light and grace
Shining in my blackest night
You are light and grace
You are hope and mercy
When my night fades to dark
You are my hope and mercy
You are endless love
Forgiving my darkest parts
You are endless love
You are joy and peace
When my fears shadow my faith
You are joy and peace
You are my only
The only way, truth and light
You are my only

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Poem 19 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo. I hope these words capture my state of being today and I pray they express a profound sense of hope that can only be found in one place. God bless! ~M
image

Art, Poetry

A Hidden Identity

Mark Wayne

Hidden IdentityPoem 18 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, based on the prompt of black out or found poetry posted on the OctPoWriMo 2014 website.  I took a picture of a page in one of my favorite books uploaded to PicMonkey and then started choosing words and editing the image.  Above is what I came up with, not sure it makes much sense but it was an interesting endeavor and the first time I have done this. ~M

Art, Life, Poetry

I Lay Down My Many Burdens

Mark Wayne
Drained to my very inner core,
right through to the marrow of my bones.
Hiding behind the misinterpreted,
under the cover of the forced smiles.
The spirit is always fickle at best,
caught in the undercurrents swirl.
A single act or glance is all it takes,
to infect the blessed bloody whole.
A solitary lonely sparrow fly’s so high,
against a backdrop of endless blue.
The ancient songs are still sung,
while lives are forever lost for a lack.
From the womb screaming we came,
the only time without a care or stain.
The ritual of life is endless monotony,
we are destined to dance forever more.
Round and round like spinning tops,
searching for a more holistic approach.
We have drunk the kool-aid once more,
the sweet nectar of the false infinite.
Is it time for a long quiet hibernation,
as now I lay down my many burdens.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

This was written in a free-write frenzy following a long 4 days of a training event that I and my staff organized for over 150 employees.  Not sure where I was going with this other than dealing with the enormity of the life experience and I am very tired even as I write these words.  This is poem 17 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, and a submission to the prompt supplied by The Reverie Journal to use the words above in italicized maroon, a wordle poem if you will.

Art, Poetry

Point of No Return

Mark Wayne
sins
evil
repeated
fallen stumbles
seeking repentance
carrying burdens forever
through a life of squandered unfulfilled dreams
reaching the razors tipping point of no return
forgiveness is sought at the King’s glorious hand
the journey is long and narrow
laying down burdens
standing upright
gracefully
mercy
love

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Image by Morgan Dragonwillow


(Poem #15 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo.  Inspired loosely on the prompt of ‘halfway’ from the OctPoWriMo 2014 website and the result of free writing.  It is also my first attempt at writing in the style of Diatelle which is similar to the ethere style. Have a beautiful day! ~M)

Art, Poetry

A Beautiful Dance

Mark Wayne

image

It was a beautiful song,
that unexpectedly came along.

A jagged knife in his heart;
is where the end all starts.
The ache inside lingers still;
death is life’s toughest pill.
He willingly drank the warm nectar;
as demons laughed at the specter.
Seeing her lay so still and ashen white;
no breath and eyes void of sight.
Evil giggles and celebrates;
thinking it’s won this round of fate.
He stares in silent misery,
wondering if he, she is able to see.
The razor fangs of fate sunk deep;
taking what he held but could not keep.
Remains the memories of days;
two tortured souls, one could not stay.

It was a beautiful dance,
that all happened by chance.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

(Poem #10 of 31 for #OctPoWriMo, prompted by the song Bones by MSMR posted by Hastywords on The Reverie. )