Tag Archive: One Stop Poetry


Near or far, they will never fail you.
Many come and many will go.
Kindred spirits heart and soul.
Words comfort and shake us.
Poets dear to us.
Have journeys full.
Well wishes,
to you,

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

A tribute to those who have told us that their Journey has only begun. You all have done such a fantastic job every week. All of your hard work has been most appreciated. It will be different without you at One Stop, then again you always will be there. Your poetic imprint will never leave the site, which I and others are grateful for. I wish you all the best. This is my One Shot Wednesday poem for this week, after all I had to say farewell somehow. Please visit other fantastic works at http://www.onestoppoetry.com.



Green creeps down and around a rough hide.
Withstanding the harshest of storms.
Protecting from birds of night.
Keeper of the ages.
Love captured by hearts.
Lifeblood kept safe,
It is
Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

This is my entry for one shot this week. It is a poem I completed in 10 minutes at a seminar. We were asked to choose an item from the bag and I chose a piece of bark with a little moss on it. Please read some other phenomenal works at http://www.onestoppoetry.com


flashy, unrestful
thundering, raining, threatening
shivers, goosebumps, bright, delight
basking, glowing, relaxing
warm, mellow

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

It’s One Shot Wednesday time again!! For this week I decided to try a easier form poem. It was fun to do. It’s called a Diamante. It’s simplistic but I liked both the shape and the contrast in it so I gave it a whirl. For more information on this form just visit this site http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/diamante.html. Please take time to peruse and enjoy some beautiful works of poetry by fellow poets at http://www.onestoppoetry.com. Now an award winning site!


Sitting ever so quiet, in a yellowed plastic sanctuary, laced with hearts and music notes, the clown looking starry-eyed backdrop in a blackened night, accusingly peers through the container at the passerby.
He twitches and a melodious voice singing “It’s a Small World” bellows forth, his costume smooth as a polished gem, smiling unconditionally at spectators, once a part of a variant collection, now officially alone a country away.
Memories of a small town, proud Nana, rapid falls, family visits and in the palm of his hands, everlasting love.
Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

Another workshop piece, a prose poem bringing to life and object. This piece is for One Shot Wednesday.

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The Office

The Office
Again the answer is no.
Clouds scatter the sky, a glum mood I am in.
I flit to and fro getting my daily work done as I anxiously look up at the clock.
They tell me no news is good news.
Yet I doubt that again.
I wait in fear that they will call me in.
I have waited a long time for a higher position to appear.
Anticipation beads across my brow as the minutes tick away.
Still I am waiting.
I relax a little as it is almost time to go
They wouldnt tell me now right?
When least expected I am called to the office.
Both my Manager and Human Resource is present.
This cant be good.
I wipe my sweaty palms against my black dress pants.
The conversation starts as my heart reaches for the door.
“I am sorry but you were not the right fit for this particular position”, they tell me.
All I hear afterwords is my own questions, beating madingly against my head.
They ask me if I understand and to please sign the dotted line.
All I want to do is run but I shakily sloppily, scribble my name.
Again the answer is no.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2010

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I got a new poetry book for Christmas and it is almost like actually being at a workshop. So far it is excellent. Here is my first try at mimicking the format asked of me in the book.

You Are Not Alone

You Are Not Alone
The Sun’s rays wrap warmly around you, as the gentle breeze lays a kiss upon your cheek.
The crisp air nips at your nose and the quietness lets tendrils of thought in.
Thoughts of loss, sadness and fear of what’s to come.
Thoughts of hope, faith, memories and good times to come.
You are not alone.
I am in the souls of the dancing trees.
I am in the tiny white snowflakes that melt on your tongue.
I am in the clouds that form into a pair of hands, so that you know I’m reaching out to you.
I am with you for every recital, game and award ceremony.
I do not sleep as I watch over your peacefully sleeping form.
You are not alone.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2010

This poem is in Memory of my Aunt Mel who lost her battle with cancer last March. It is going to be different without her this year, but she will be forever in our hearts. It is also dedicated to all of our loved ones that we have lost.


Snowflakes drift to the ground, the temperature cold enough to form water into perfect shapes.
All is calm and serene.
Darkness creeps in as little ones rub their eyes.
Yawning the children watch the screen as NORAD tracks Santa’s trip around the world.
Midnight approaches, cookies and milk set aside for jolly Saint Nick.
Sleepy children all nestled in their beds.
As above their heads hoof beats tap, tap, tap on the rooftop.
With a twinkle in his eyes and red rosy cheeks Santa descends down the chimney.
Gently he places perfectly wrapped gifts for each little girl and boy.
As sugar plum faries finish their performance, the sun rises and rays wash away the night.
The children race to see if they have been good this year.
Delighted squeals echo off the walls, as they rip open their gifts and raise them high up in the air.
Sweet smells of breakfast waft into the room as everyone gathers around the table.
Silence ensues as hungry family members gobble down the small feast.
Soon comes the time when surprises are no more, smiles and laughter soon follow.
The children play with their gifts and the adults chatter amongst themselves.
Soon the day passes into night and the Sun rests its weary head.
Dinner, what could feed a whole battalion, is served.
All eat until belts have to be undone and pajamas slipped on.
Friendly chatter continues until it’s time to part ways.
For now family has to part, but what is left to fill the void in their hearts, is the joy of Christmas.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2010

Wishing all of you the best Holiday!
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