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Yo, my man can you dig?
Right on daddy-o!
This thing is too jive, I gotta split.
What’s this crazy jam on my radio?
Ain’t too funky for my groove,
I’m digging these far out tunes.
Hey foxy mama let me see them moves!
This is for a dVerse prompt: Please write a poem of only 44 words on your blog. Use some form of the word dig. I hope you enjoy! 😊
There are often comic musings but very few consider them poems
Laughter is the best medicine
Poets are often sick
Yet very few comedians who rhyme
Did you hear the one about the -
No.
You have to let me finish
No, I don’t and stop calling me Finnish.
Why is that?
Why is what?
No, what is what, why is because
Philosophy
The musings of failed poets who couldn’t rhyme
Maybe they should have been comedians.
This is for a dVerse prompt: … I hope you will at least look at this new-to-me form called the zuihitsu. …
Zuihitsu is not a new form. According to the Poetry Foundation’s glossary:
It is “a Japanese hybrid form that can be traced back to Sei Shōnagon’s 10th-century text, The Pillow Book, zuihitsu is often translated from the Japanese as “following the brush.” This capacious genre incorporates nonfiction, musings and confessions, poetry, and miscellany to create a spontaneous, layered text.”
I found writing the form a little chaotic, as in a bit of a controlled stream of conscious type. I hope you enjoy! 😁
Where does love go when it’s let free from its shell? The inner wrappings of yolk and membrane, released into the wild, or perhaps just into a frying pan. Sunny side up or scrambled, love stays the same.
Love does not run into some other place, become mixed with flour and sugar to create a cake. Love is the cake, and the cream. The icing on top and the filling between. Love does not have empty calories. It does not go free.
Where is the love when it’s given away? And doesn’t come home nor does it stay. It goes where it went when you sent it out. It is not a boomerang to turn around. It is a seed, a petal on a flower’s stem. Sent to grow and nourish and bloom if conditions are right. Not for spectacle but to do what it might.
Where did the love go? Nowhere. It’s right here, where it’s always been. The love didn’t leave, the relationship did. It’s not waiting here for you to come back, it went with you. I am not waiting for you either. The love never left but I’m gone and not looking back.
This is for a dVerse prompt: Your challenge is to take the title of your poem from the question ‘Where does love go when it goes?’ or ‘Where does love go?’ and answer it in your poem.
I chose to go a different route than I usually would. I’ve written a number of poems about just this (After All is Said …) so I wanted to look at it a bit differently in this piece. I hope you enjoy! 😊
“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 hope you enjoy! 😊
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.”
Hope you enjoy! 😊
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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The weather warm
The days brighter
Winter’s fingers slacken their grip
Frozen nights leading to icy mornings
No longer upon my doorstep fall
His lips no longer speak my name
Though at one time they did
Sweetest refrains from songs of the heart
But falsetto were his only notes
The sun came up still a little earlier
Yet no warmth did it bring
Winter though its fingers loosened around my heart
Held on with a cold iron grip
This is for a dVerse prompt: For this prompt, write a poem that explores false spring—literally, metaphorically, or both. I hope you enjoy! 😊
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.
Read The Sex Cycle Collection.
Over 150 poems that explore the spectrum of sex, desire and relationships. It’s four books in one! Find poems that will excite, make you think, reminisce, hope, lament, seduce, satisfy and satiate. The Sex Cycle Collection.
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