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Weed Puff

I blow softly upon the puff of a weed. Little seeds float in the air. Carry upon the wind, to land and germinate. Soon to grow, flower and bloom. Small seed fluff, hoping for a soft exhale of air or harsh wind to blow. This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem ofContinue reading “Weed Puff”

Don’t You Forget It

I’m a poet.- So you say.But poetry is not my thing.- So you have nothing to say?It’s my caffeine kick. My jolt of coffee for a writer’s day.- So you’re addicted?Not an addiction as such,More of a medicine. Not my muse but my hit single.- Hahah You think you have hits? Have you seen -Listen.Continue reading “Don’t You Forget It”

Broken Young

Broken. Green things. Once was growing. Now? Just broken Black and white. Just shades of grey. Still growing. Just to be broken. Young. Not mature. Not in the way that they grow. Still much life to give had they given it a chance. Child. Not child like. Mature too soon. She never had a chance.Continue reading “Broken Young”

The Longest Day

The year’s shortest nightLooking towards the heat or coldThe moon says goodbye I yearn to tell you of the heat that burns. The glare of the sun’s rays blinding me as I look out my door. Yet you are in the south, way south. The land of Vegemite and killer everything. The same sun shinesContinue reading “The Longest Day”

Orange Sky

The sky is orange todayThat is a good thingMuch better than grey Dark and menacingNot black like nightBlack is the comfort of a blanketWith no starsYou can’t see what hits youAnd that’s just fineAs long as what hits youDoes it’s job and ends the lineBut the dark of greyLike steel in the skyMenacing and meanJustContinue reading “Orange Sky”

Electronic Myths

Superhuman beings of unknown originBytes of information formed in hieroglyphics of 0 and 1Scrolls of code written in subterranean suburbiaMyths created in the garage of dad and mumSpread across the planet, crossing the labyrinthNow held in the handConquering man This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not countingContinue reading “Electronic Myths”

Punk You Ate

There is a rhythm no matter the periodThat comes in the speech of theseOr in a pair of these pair in these pair in the these However you say itIn the speaking of theseThat is natural as in the honking of geeseCome ma, see the speak easyExclaim to the nationHer exClaymation, a post declarationA eulogyContinue reading “Punk You Ate”

Soft Explosion

They say California is where fools go to find their dreams and dreamers go to find their fool. Henrietta was neither fool nor dreamer yet she found herself stepping off the plane in LAX. “Father forgive me for I have sinned. But not my will but thine,” she thought as she walked out of theContinue reading “Soft Explosion”

Not The One Marrying You

I had a friend or so I thought Well more than a friend if I were true If I had been true to that what she sought She wanted more, that I knew It wasn’t something I was told Not in words at least The games of love are often old The feelings of oneContinue reading “Not The One Marrying You”

Horny?

Horny?Like the brass section of a bandMy trumpet yearns for your lipsLike a water buffaloLet me in your wetlandsLike a car stuck in trafficA Bugatti full of luxury Me? Don’t let these deceive youI’m an angel in disguise. This is for a dVerse prompt: For those new to dVerse Poets Pub or to the quadrilleContinue reading “Horny?”