Monthly Archives: January 2011

here R tic 1

Posted on January 31, 2011 | 14 comments

I’ll get the spirits
Ual come over hereh sey
here r tic kets mon slick

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Potluck Poetry

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Posted in Poetry

Tagged Alcohol, Heresy, Heretic

It’s On Tonight

Posted on January 31, 2011 | 25 comments

Word whispered out, “It’s on tonight.”

Warriors rounded into one

Lightest armor and weapons chose

Into evening we would run

King and men flanked ridges around

Insuring foe’s defeat

Queen and court made ready for fight

Stockpiling bastions for retreat

Advancing slow on sleeping foes

Ice water soon to break

Projectiles at the ready

Balloons will abruptly awake

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One Stop Poetry Forms – Ballads 01/31/2011

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Posted in Ballad

Tagged Ambush, War

Haiku 8

Posted on January 30, 2011 | 13 comments

Rose from bone and clay
Help, comfort and company
Eve of destiny

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Posted in Haiku

Tagged Bone, Clay, Destiny, Eve., Valentine

It Was A Cold Rainy Sunday Afternoon

Posted on January 30, 2011 | 12 comments

Push hard the black pencil
Making it really dull
Wrinkle and rip the stencil
Give them something to mull

Not with too much tensile
All words need to be culled
Boiled down like the lentil
Leaving nothing made null

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12 Comments

Posted in Poetry

Tagged Anger, Cold, Rain

Because It’s There

Posted on January 30, 2011 | 2 comments

Look at the mountain
Crops and holds galore
Hammer slams the forge

Sycophantic beat
Adjective addicts
Slipping rocks slide feet

Over hand reaching
Miss the point passing
Hammer slams the forge

Cold tempered steel slice
Overused device
Save the muscles price

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Posted in Poetry

Tagged Adjectives, Forge, Hammer, Muscles, Steel, Sycophantic

Under Your Feet

Posted on January 30, 2011 | 18 comments

Under my sky is under your feet
Six foot under just out of my reach
Once in a while falls through a cat’s turd
You see it is food for our fat birds

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18 Comments

Posted in Poetry

Tagged Foot Prints, Iquanyin Moon Photographer

Senryu Ten

Posted on January 30, 2011 | 2 comments

Would never be dreamt
Coming close to reality
Aching happiness

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Posted in Poetry

not Rapid enuff Transit bitch

Posted on January 29, 2011 | 3 comments

Hush little baby don’t you blat
Or momma will lay you out flat
If you get up to dance and sing
Bust your head with this shoe I fling

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3 Comments

Posted in Poetry

Tagged Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, Rapid Transit, Verbal Abuse

Let me lay down right there.
It seems I longer care
Funny I don’t despair
Lay out all feelings bare
Catch my thoughts in midair
Voices no longer blare
Ceiling cracked as I stare
Pink Floyd’s brick fell I swear
No longer need the tare
Her mantel hangs my pair

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6 Comments

Posted in Poetry

Tagged Emasculation

Kingdom Lost

Posted on January 28, 2011 | 7 comments

The blaze filled the night time sky
Mountain fairies rescued the queen
Winds loft cinders of souls died
Lost hope growing as her scream

Jonas Gerard Art Gallery

Friday Poetically

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Posted in Poetry

Tagged Jonas Gerard Painting

Senryu Nine

Posted on January 27, 2011 | 7 comments

Pushing away thee
Leaves possibility
Of less than all me

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7 Comments

Posted in Senryu

Tagged Desert, Diet, Food

Pot O Gold

Posted on January 26, 2011 | 15 comments

Emails I receive from ladies afar
Promising a future in the stars
Would it be true I find bizarre
You would have to send money
Fly me across the sea
For you to see me
Then I’d believe
Possibly
Love for
Thee

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15 Comments

Posted in Poetry

Tagged Pot O Gold, Show Me The Money

Saddlebag’s Lode

Posted on January 26, 2011 | 6 comments

The road I ride hardens my soul
Lies from my lips sealed with a kiss
Her money missed the only toll

Blood in a puddle let the die roll
Crowd gathers in my dark abyss
The road I ride hardens my soul

Ante in chips it’s hit or hold
Twenty one wins losers walk pissed
Her money missed the only toll

Reading the tell know when to fold
Playing the odds losers dismissed
The road I ride hardens my soul

Whispers increase the crowd extols
Table empty nothing but bliss
Her money missed the only toll

Confidence reigns gold fills the hole
Saddlebag’s lode need no assist
The road I ride hardens my soul
Her money missed the only toll

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6 Comments

Posted in Villanelle

Tagged Chips, Gambling, Gold, Lies, Money, Saddlebag's, Soul, Toll

Senryu Eight

Posted on January 25, 2011 | 36 comments

Ancestral aching
Guttural bellows erupt
Full moon echoes not

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One Shot Wednesday

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Posted in Senryu

Tagged Ancestral, Full Moon, Wolf

I’m An Open Book

Posted on January 24, 2011 | 16 comments

What’s that? You fear to say?
Mind the gap.. Cut the crap.
Bridges burned and bridges built.
Unspoken truths turn into guilt.

I could of, I should of, I would of
Broken feathers of a mourning dove
Let sleeping dogs lie
Sure.. When pigs fly

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16 Comments

Posted in Poetry

Tagged Anger, Rage

Senryu Seven

Posted on January 23, 2011 | 7 comments

White Owls turning heads
A fresh drawer for the dead
No longer just Fred’s

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One Shoot Photography Sunday

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Posted in Senryu

Tagged Cigars, Dead, White Owls

Senryu Six

Posted on January 23, 2011 | 71 comments

Rules constrain urge
On this my bowel would purge
Gas will be their dirge

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For this week’s challenge, we are asking you to give us a complete story in three sentences.

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Posted in Senryu

Tagged Bowels, Dirge, Passing Gas, Regulations, Rules

According to Hoyle

Posted on January 23, 2011 | 25 comments

The ruling party requires
Pointed hats and funny attire
Thus is spoken from his sire
Not to comply would be dire

You must have fun or face the fire
Your child’s broom will sweep the pyre
Ash on their head we’ll admire
Now laugh, have fun and inspire

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Potluck Week 19 Theme: Rules, regulations, and law
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Posted in Poetry

Tagged According to Hoyle, Laugh, Laws, Pyre, Regulations, Rules

Haiku 7

Posted on January 23, 2011 | 4 comments

Winter’s antabuse
Poetry intoxicates
The tears of my muse

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4 Comments

Posted in Haiku

Tagged Antabuse, Muse, tears, Winter

Senryu Five

Posted on January 21, 2011 | 12 comments

Listen to the wind
Songs seeking your ears and heart
Prepare for the storm

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12 Comments

Posted in Senryu

Tagged Storm, Wind Blown Tree

The Book

Posted on January 21, 2011 | 15 comments

The book opened up to me and therein lied
All the the wonders of the world and I sighed
We could go over there or maybe over here
From high atop on the mountains we could peer

The picture pages turned back and therein lied
Escape from the monotony and I cried
The rivers and the valleys seemed oh so dear
I could reach out and touch them they seemed so near

The book does appear now as if it does lie
Dashed hopes of a future my heart once spied
Sadly the visions were made perfectly clear
It was the book that survived; the earth was seared

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