on the contrary,
some things just fall into place —
buttered side up, too.
Fun
Way Past Halloween (Senryu)
crusty, is it not?
should have bought better candy —
are you still scrubbing?
D(r)aft
a preview of the unborn
will be filed
under: construction
while I belch buttercups & wonder
why the letters won’t match the thought.
We Are Human, After All…
translucent beauty lies
in the wildness of the wind
& sweet relief spreads sanity ~
the aftermath
of a long-stifled,
long-cradled
fart.
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(Yep, a brain fart… needed to be set free. Heh.)
Trivial Trinkets
in prudent dreams the slow walk fast
and spin a standstill void of bricks
unravel clay, sculpt misty weaves,
no magic in this bag of tricks.
when high we plummet, deep we soar,
in tallest shadow’s tiny shade
and youth turns grey in second’s years
this moment, memories shall fade.
I Better Not Sing It…
words
flutter in my head,
like silk ribbons on a breeze ~
and the child in me
smiles — squints;
while the big hand sneaks up on 12
3…
2…
1…
& the doors swing open.
i pop
a peanut into my mouth,
wink
at the bartender and
quickly unwrap
today’s
utterly gracious
gift.
time to fiddle
with my new toy ~ i
solve a puzzle, take
the Etch A Sketch or
challenge my mind
at Scrabble
(… maybe lose
the one or other hair
in the process)
& then
kick back at the bar ~
to dive
into words
that sing to me…
from far, far away.
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… A bit silly, maybe ~ but oh, well… like you never feel silly singing ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top of your lungs. Heh.
Happy 100th, dVerse Poets Pub… I couldn’t be more grateful to be part of this amazing group.
Lunchtime (Gollum vs. Sting)
we
played tag
(yes, we like to play!)
in fields of gold
& i lost my mind
(up up up the stairs…)
to you
you
had my heart for lunch
(is it juicy? is it scrumptious?)
peppered,
with a pinch of lemon;
licked the plate clean &
left me to do the dishes
so i wallowed
in soap water tears
(not fair! not fair!)
for a while
come dusk,
you can tell the sun
in (t)his jealous sky
(leave now… and never come BACK!)
to kiss my ass.
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… a somewhat strange creation – Sting(no, not the sword – the other Sting)’s tune (that I couldn’t shake today) meets my favorite Lord of the Rings character for lunch. Written for Karin Gustafson’s prompt about twins/opposites/divided selves over at dVerse.
Grab your poem and join the fun!
It runs in the Family – A Portrait
the Undecided
neither round nor skinny
a savior of sorts
reliable hero when
the creator is
indeed
unsure
the Twins
security to
important tidings
to get to the gist
we must pass them
relentlessly
the Skinny One
never walks alone
comfortable in crowds
flexible
never
at the end of the line
the Loner
round and short
abrupt or
foreshadowed by intonation
the spoilsport to readers
the end of all things
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(a poem about punctuation without using punctuation)
Dear Heartfelt Letters,
it’s been a couple of months now since I started blogging and you’ve been my faithful companions for a good, long while.
I’ve begun to realize that this blog is turning into a full-out Poetry Blog (duh, stating the obvious) – and since you look a little lost (and might feel threatened by all these weird, sometimes big word constructions over here), I decided to give you a new home.
From now on, you will make your appearances in a poetry-free realm… and you can finally stop wrinkling your noses.
I am sure you will like it there – I think I created a nice environment for you to live in.
I am thankful for your company and hope you won’t smack me for moving you. After all, it’s a lot better than the obligatory shoe box, don’t you think?
Sincerely,
The Landlady
P.S: Keys are under the doormat.
A Strange Way To Fly
a bird without feathers
will fly higher
than you might think ~
it just
has to be tossed
the right way.
Rebus
… guess what i’m up to…
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(… in about a week, with hopefully lots of new impressions and a poetry overflow… see you! :))
photo credits: google image search
Tummy Turmoil
spaghetti madness
leads to
bursting belly
(or so very close)
i could not
let you sit
in the pot ~
i want you
to fulfill
your destiny
after all.
now
who says
i don’t care about others?
yum and ouch.
(No) Abstinence from the F-Word
to celebrate
the celibate
ensure no doubt,
leave it out!
or sneak it in –
a joyous sin.
(for sometimes, it is needed.)
Halloween Treat
A great Halloween Treat from my favorite Comedian.
… so dark, so mean… and so hilarious!
Dear Melted Cheese,
i have to resist the urge to squeal with joy every time we meet.
you’re so delicious, i wish i could eat a ton of you and not get nauseous.
i like you best a little burnt – sometimes i provoke this particular consistency just by putting a slice of you in the microwave.
the outcome… a feast for my senses. mmmh.
you are awesome.
stay as you are… and be sure, you will have a devoted fan – as long as my cholesterol allows it.
thank you,
an admirer
Another Wandering Soul 