http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2012-april-pad-challenge-day-1
For today’s prompt, write a communication poem. The communication could be dialogue between two (or more people); a postcard correspondence; a letter; a voicemail; a text message; a series of tweets; or whatever. Heck, I guess a poem is a form of communication–so there’s really no way to screw up today’s prompt (outside of writing nothing at all). Let’s get this party started!
Hard tail forever
Always made in the USA
We are the warriors
The art and science of pure flower and plant essences
Add your own scenery
Protecting planet home
Choose the natural alternative
I'm so happy that we've met
Yog at the ranch
These are not shoes (they're sandals)
see the beautiful difference
good health made simple
every moment every moment
live your moments
stop switching your cereal. start switching your milk
nourished bodies connect deeper
so many uses in one little bottle
we call this chacolignment
food based balance
if it's a matter of performance over beauty, we'll take both
just 1 serving of vega equals...
nourish their brain and health
think naturally
breathe relax meditate save
we are all connected
true life true vision true wellness
nature's best kept health secret
Why Daisy?
on the path to positive change
good health made simple
cleansesmart
you'll feel the difference
wholesome goodness since 1976
healthy home. healthy cat.
light multi grain english muffins
total happiness!
awaken your soles
with a green conscience
balanced nutrition is not as effortless as it seems
destroys odor so well you won't believe its natural
great grip earth friendly
the world's best yoga mat
transform your mornings
be your own guru
meet your trainer
orangiddiness is spreading across the glove
balanced body
expand your horizons
dry skin relief with Naturalia
yoga for everybody
(this didn't work out how I hoped)
yeah well you left me didn't you
this is day ten day ten count 'em onetwothree fourfivesix seveneightnineten nineten ninethen ten Monday to a Wednesday a week past To a thursday then a friday If he calls, it will be sunday, but he won't I'm not waiting you know not waiting I have written him in my heart a thousand times and I dream of getting lost on the bus lines in the chilterns lost lost lost Shams, i lost him on the buses i didn't mind anything of his non life his non car his non job his non house Shams, you can't make a partnership of one solo acts don't co-create I am not it not it not ninethenten nine then ten oh my god why does it hurt so much
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