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“I really appreciate you coming.”
“Hmmph,” she sniffed.
Hey, she was here. That was a win.
“Publication is the auction of the mind,” she said; unprompted.
I looked at her. Her with her second hand black beret, brown, real leather jacket, a pair of slacks most likely from Walmart and a pair of strappy shoes that could probably cover my rent for the next three months.
Really? Really! Let it go Peggy Sue. You wanted her here, remember that.
I smiled at her, “Few men have virtue to withstand the highest bidder and I am no man”.
I walked away, leaving my sister standing with her bottle of sparkling water.
“Congratulations on having your book published!” exclaimed Judy, my agent. “I see you got the heiress of AI to come.”
Holding her dog ransom was a small price to pay to get it done.
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a piece of prosery of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add or delete words.
The given line: Publication – is the Auction Of the Mind -from Publication – is the Auction by Emily Dickenson
I thought I wanted your body To satiate a need, a desire deep within Lust, hunger, a feel for skin on skin
Love? I had that but I wanted more I thought it was your body That would heal my soul
Oh I wanted your body Those thick hips, soft breasts Those lips of yours wrapped around my head
It was your ass I wanted to grab tight Your pussy I wanted to destroy every night I wanted every inch of your body under mine
Yet it was not your body I needed It was your heart and it’s beating Your obsession not even I am fool enough to call it love
For I didn’t love you Not for who you are I wanted what you could give me, nothing more
It was your body I wanted But I wanted more I wanted all of you, yet that was too much For only your body is what I could afford
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Love me As I am As you wish me to be Love me As a man The one of whom you dream Love me In the night When your eyes close And you dream And you call out my name
Love me When no one else will When the worst is the best I can do Love me When it’s a thrill Exciting and new Love me In good and bad The best we had or ever will In the dark and light Morning noon and night
I love you You must love me It’s the way things go The way it must be Love me A command I beg Don’t put the chicken before the egg Hear this plea I love you Love me
This is for a dVerse prompt: Use at least one line in the imperative mood in your poem.
“In poetry and prose, the imperative mood dissolves the barrier between the assumed persona and the reader by its direct address of demand, instruction, or persuasion, …
we English speakers often operate in three grammatical moods which describe the way a verb is used: the indicative, the subjunctive, and the imperative. Simply put, the indicative is a statement/question, the subjunctive is a wish, and the imperative is a demand.”
These bones lay dry in dirt of clay Released from flesh, blood and sinew. Once they were children They laughed and played. Once they were adults who loved and were loved. Now they are bones in dirt, Left over from when the bombs fell.
This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word bone.
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In like a lion Wild and roaring jungle cat Leave purring kitten
Yesterday it was snowing. Literally blowing cold flakes of nearly frozen water on my face.
Today? Today, I’m literally sweating just sitting outside.
“Hot enough for you?”
“Haha. Yeah,” I say and go back to my phone.
“Hot enough to sweat the balls off a bear.”
“Ha.” Okay mister. Keep walking. We said our pleasantries. I don’t know you, you don’t know me. That’s the way it’s meant to be. Have a nice day and move on.
“You know what that would be, don’t you?”
I’m not looking up. Keep looking at my phone and he’ll go away.
“Lubricated ball BEARings. Ha! Ha!”
Grin and nod. Don’t talk or else he’ll –
“You know it’s going to snow again on Friday,” he announces as if uncovering some great unknown fact.
“F***,” I mutter. I have plans for Friday.
“Oh, no thank you! Don’t swing that way my friend,” he says, chuckling and waving his arms.
I look up at him. Are you serious? I am about to get up and head inside but no. This is my yard and if I want to enjoy one of the first good weather days we’ve had in weeks I’m not letting some loon chase me off my own yard.
I look back down at my phone; pointedly ignoring the man on the sidewalk.
“Did you know I had a cat?”
No I didn’t. And I could go on living my life perfectly well without that knowledge.
“Freaky little bugger. It would smile at you and then bite your ankle.”
Probably trying to get you to shut up.
“Called him Chester; Chester Hadder. On a count my last name is Hadder and it was my cat.”
Uh huh. Because if it was someone else’s cat, calling him Hadder would just be a little crazy huh? Move! Keep walking Mister Hadder.
“Yeah, if it wasn’t my cat, calling him Chester Hadder would just be stupid wouldn’t it? Haha. Like if it belonged to Mr. Smith and you called him Chester Hadder when his name was really Chester Smith, that would make you look like a real idiot. Obviously, it should be Chester Smith. What if he belonged to Ms. Drawers? Then he’d be Mr. Chester Drawers. Ha! Ha! Ms Drawers’ Chester Drawers!”
The guy is nearly giving himself a giggling fit. Maybe I should go inside after all. I’m not sure this guy is all there. Even though he sure as hell is there in front of my house.
“Anyway, turns out Chester wasn’t a him after all. So we called her Maddie. But I think she preferred Chester.”
Okay F it. I’m going inside. I don’t need this –
“Well gotta go. Don’t want to be late. Enjoy the heat. Don’t sweat your bear balls off. Or you’ll lose your ball bearings! Hahaha!”
I don’t need sun. I don’t care if he is leaving. I’m going inside! I’m going to have some tea, maybe a little cake. I get up and walk inside leaving Hadder standing on the sidewalk in front of my house.
“Well don’t look at me,” says Hadder. “I don’t know why he got so mad. If he were a relative of mine he’d be a mad Hadder but he’s not. He’s a mad whomever. Or just mad. Call him Mad. But not Maddie. Maddie’s my cat. But she likes to be called Chester. You know If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.1 I’m late, I’m late. Gotta run. Make sure to like this if you liked this. Ta-ta.”
1- From Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll
This is for dVerse prompt: Write a haibun that alludes to the Mad March Hare. I hope you enjoyed. 😁
Coffee shaded beauty, that spicy taco Got my mouth watering like a breakfast buffet C’mon let me be the cream in your coffee I want to nibble those cherry tips Of your mountainous ice creams You got my mouth watering Like waiting for my favorite meal On a special day A feast of delights To gorge my gluttony I’m going to eat ‘til I get my fill Filling you up like a rich meal Heavy on the protein Carb overload Your buns will be bitten Grabbed in both hands Squeezed, so soft and fluffy I’m risen dough Ready to be kneaded by you I want to satisfy your hunger Until you get that sleepy satisfaction “No, baby I can’t take another bite,” you plead. “No baby, I'm full.” Then slip in a little more You explode Groaning with overindulgence Laying in bed, moaning Oh why did I take so much! Oh! But just one more.
This was inspired by a prompt for a different piece that you can read here: I’ll Eat your Piece. This is the erotic nsfw response to the prompt.
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It was dessert that did me in; the upside down pineapple cake, looking up at me from the small white plate.
It was my grandmother’s favorite cake to bake, her special recipe, made special only because she was the one to make it.
I looked up at her, with I’m sure the beginnings of tears in my eyes, I can’t eat this …
That’s okay, The words sweet, like the brown sugar or maraschino cherries that topped the upside down dessert. I’ll eat your piece
This was for a dVerse prompt: So for today’s Poetics, I would love a presence of food in your poems. You can employ any form but touch upon food; vegetables, fruits, meat, dairy, desserts you love or hate. It could be about why you love/abhor cooking/baking, your most memorable/miserable meal ever, your relationship with food…the possibilities are endless. I hope you enjoy. 😊
Turn away The silence is better Than when I held you in my arms The thunder of your beating heart With mine Echoes In my hollow chest A bass drum Without a beat With you in another’s arms Turn away The silence is better
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a quadrille (a poem of EXACTLY 44 words, not including the title) AND include the word “silence” or a form of the word within the body of the poem. A synonym for silence does not fulfill the prompt. It must be the word, or a form of the word. I hope you enjoy! 😊
Saint Patrick Catholic Church (Junction City, Ohio) – stained glass, Saint Patrick – detail. Taken from Wikipedia
They remember him as a saviour of his people. “He drove out the snakes!”, Vile filthy creatures, Yet he was never one of them. Though “they” never claimed him as their own He was assigned to them by popular belief.
Popular belief is what he brought to them. Drove out, burrowed in, Blessed are the meek for they shall drink green beer. ‘Ye ken’t cull an Irishman mek’ Not without a belly full of Guinness ye ken’t Ha! Kiss the blarney stone and me fat arse.
Born in Britain with a Roman rule A man with a mission A green isle to go Get rid of all the sssinners “He’s got God on his side [...] Backin’ up from behind.”1 Taken by pirates But brought there alive
So pinch me if you’ve heard it Or punch me if ya ain’t Saint Patrick’s festival is fit for a saint With beer and spirits Beef corned and cabbage Driving snakes out of Ireland In the back seat gathered. Happiest of days to you No matter where you’re from
Cause like Saint Paddy You’re kissed if ye Irish And arsed if ye not.
1 – Taken from “Missionary Man” by The Eurythmics
This is for a dVerse prompt: Your challenge for today, if you choose to accept it, is to choose any image, object, song, or concept from the post and use it to inspire a poem.
I chose St. Patrick and that he is not from Ireland born or raised. I hope you enjoy! 😊
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