New York City. 1983. The city that never sleeps, though she may spit on your lapel if you piss her off. The air was thick and humid in the summer, the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes was either the pollution or a bum reliving himself, either way you woke up wantingContinue reading “Hip, Hop & Bounce”
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It’s not much
He wasn’t much Neither was he little Rather he was just there Being as such Their bond was brittle Neither seemed to really care Much ado about nothing An apt description Of a tepid love affair But it was something Not conniption Nor care This was for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a smallish poemContinue reading “It’s not much”
Weekend Cinquain
Two fourSix Eight Let’s go!Celebrate! Party right!Gonna have fun all the night!Weekend!GoodnightTime for sleepingPull down the sheets slip inResting now no longer awakeWeekend This was for a dVerse poetry prompt: to create a Cinquain poem. “It is a short poem based on syllable count and is a five-line poem with a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2,Continue reading “Weekend Cinquain”
Setbacks
Setbacks? What are these?Just steps towards the future unseenGood or bad?Not for me to judgeI just continue to step on the stone in front of meLife hands you lemonsI thank her and move onNo time to make lemonade or meringue a pieI’ll put them in my pocket perhaps to tradeFor a cup of sugar andContinue reading “Setbacks”
Screams Most Unpleasant
Sound hits my ear hardInside my brain it burrows Noise most unpleasant NOTHING IS WITHOUT ONLY THE DAY BEGINS INSIDE MY HEAD SHE SCREAMS AGAIN ETERNAL EVENING DISTURBS MY SLUMBER Nobody knew her name I saw her On the street corner alone An Invitation extended One She should have declined Everyone knows you don’t talkContinue reading “Screams Most Unpleasant”
Where are the days before pumpkin spice?
Where are the days before pumpkin spice?Where are those hot summer days?When we ran in sprinklers, on lawns of greenWe had no care of what our thighs looked likeOr if the neighbors might seeWhere are the endless afternoons?Reading a book or threeBike rides down safe summer lanesCreating mud pies, grass buffets, all natural with sugarContinue reading “Where are the days before pumpkin spice?”
Nothing & Everything
“The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape,” said Professor Manwani, each fruit corresponding to a different terminal. He walked by checking the output on each screen. “You really think quantum computing is the future huh Professor?” asked Pete. “Not just quantum computing, quantum engineering, quantum biology. The worldContinue reading “Nothing & Everything”
I Give to you My Power
PowerThe ability to do workWorkAn activity involving effort to achieve a purpose or resultPurpose The reason something exist or is donePowerThe ability to do an activity for the reason you existI give to you my powerSome say they would die for youThey would rather not liveOthers would live for youYet do nothing with the lifeContinue reading “I Give to you My Power”
Cherita Poems
It’s carnival timeBright lights, pretty costumesDancers in a paradeI can’t help but think of herDark skin, bright smileHips that swayed and told lies ***You can’t shout over the musicLoud rhythms and pounding beatsI didn’t catch your name … or eyeToo many drinksWith umbrellas Can’t catch my lonely tears This poem was from a prompt fromContinue reading “Cherita Poems”
Gave My Burdens To The Trees
Give Your Burden to the Trees by C. Stuart Lewis Take a walk among the trees. Give them your problems & worries. Their roots are deep to hold them steady. They can hold your burdens, Put them deep in the ground, Feed them through thick trunks To leaves open to the sky, Where they releaseContinue reading “Gave My Burdens To The Trees”
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