I will light you on fire,Fired out of a cannon,Canonized as the saint of delight.The light will find you,Sitting on a chair,Keeping up the fight.Chair the meeting of minds,minding their might,With words out of a speaker.Speaker of the councilHappy Birthdaying us all with a song.Sing along with her.I bottle up my feelingsInto this bottle IContinue reading “Verbose”
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Nothing That Serious
The worshiper and the whoreBoth on their kneesCalling out loudly to GodLooking to get what they want.Politician and poetUsing words to inspireEmotional manipulatorsJust looking for a hand.You and IJust two friends in loveNothing that seriousJust don’t tell our spouses. This is for a dVerse prompt: For today’s poetics prompt, I would like you to writeContinue reading “Nothing That Serious”
Moonlight Trick or Treat
The harvest moon. I remember when we would actually harvest the crops under the moon’s light. Tradition, luck, blessing? Who knows why we did it? We never knew nor cared. It was to be done and done, it was. Then the hunter’s moon. The first full moon after the harvest moon. When hunting would beContinue reading “Moonlight Trick or Treat”
I Hear Her Screams
I hear her screams. Oh so loud.They haunt my dreams. As a childI never knew her; I was too young.I never knew her, Only her bloated tongue.She died before I reached the age of nine Of an illness borne.An illness that said would soon be mine. Such was their reasoning for their scorn.Yet I didContinue reading “I Hear Her Screams”
Screening Her Calls
Screen pass,Tackled at the line.I should have seen the blitz coming.She roughed the passer Before I even got to say hi.Three point line.Blocked again.No foul?C’mon ref,Can’t you see that’s an illegal screen?Why didn’t she call? This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title,) including someContinue reading “Screening Her Calls”
The Snows of Winter
1.Summer has said goodbye,Long gone sunshine,My eyes squint, leaves fallUntil my love awakes.2.Candy sweets, large or small,I like them big;Full size, big beauties they’re called.Dirty, messy mouth. I like it. 3.Mask, worn to hide,Ring the bell, wait for the prize.Little goblins, rugrats, ankle biters, all of themPose for a picture.4. Will the snow come early?IContinue reading “The Snows of Winter”
The Moon in Her Eyes
Black hair and red lipsWalks through the crowdThrough shadows she slipsElectric demon or Wiccan automatonShe carries the moon in her eyesCurves on a dangerous roadDrives the men crazyTurn you from a man to a toadCan’t let her push me over a cliffShe carries the moon in her eyesI don’t dare to approach Yet dare notContinue reading “The Moon in Her Eyes”
Bubble Juice at the Cemetery
The dead were settling in under their mud roof and something was shuffling overhead. Everyone knows not to disturb their sleep. Everyone except … “OMG Brad. A date night at the cemetery is like such a great idea!” “Thanks Sally. I brought a picnic basket!” “Charcoalery, charcelery, charcoocher, meat and cheese. Yum!” “And don’t forgetContinue reading “Bubble Juice at the Cemetery”
Pox It
A plague on pockets Pox it! Pox on it all!I care not what he hides Beneath his jeans Next to his thighs.Put his hand thereOr pull it out.He hides his money there.Maybe his time?Pocket, pffft, whatever;I know it’s all a lie. This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of exactly 44 wordsContinue reading “Pox It”
Morning or Evening Tides
Is it morning?The start of a brand new day?Or evening as the day slips away?Fishermen, a man and his boyAs the tide is lowBoats anchored and moored;Hardships of a hard life endured.The light illuminates yet details aren’t clear.An impressionist influenceOr a realist reaction?Perhaps the light blinded himOr the clouds obscured.Well the sun has risen FurtherContinue reading “Morning or Evening Tides”
