Thursday, April 18, 2013

Becoming



Pauses of pulse, at the edge of eternity,
as the fall begins it starts up again
insistent and onward.
The face of death shimmmers
in mirage, only to vanish
with each breath and surge-
each pulse is wealth.

Now only thoughts are visible,
filled with air and echos-
hollow tones and holes.

Death dances like
the edge of firelight
flickering warm, inviting-
gathering fear like harvest
soul seeding with belonging
as all are joined in endings.

But with pockets turned out
at the river,
all is poor in death.


Reworked and RePosted for Dverse Poets Pub

We are writing about catastrophe, whether public or personal.
And in the face of recent catastrophes people are speechless, in shock and amazed at how violent and unstable is this world we live in. The candy coated world is revealed for what it really is...

The great question is asked, "But how can you write POETRY about catastrophe?"
Poetry is a form of expression. It is voice of the soul. The best work is the raw work of raw emotions. Now, strip away all the media hype and what you have been told to think, and write something down that you feel strongly about. Then you have something, something that is yours only. It belongs to you, that voice. Listen to it sometimes...Let it speak.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Ode to Benedryl

Spring is screaming
Blooms looming
Pollen is callin'
with a sheen of green
upon everything

The itching's a bitch
there's a groat in my throat
The inside of my face
feel like it's been maced.

Nose is closed
Eyes red and wet
I fear my ears
are plugged with bugs.

"Spring has sprung
Fall has fell"
And my allergies
are giving me hell.



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Friday, April 12, 2013

cure

watching you unfold slowly
jagged and edgy
a hope emerges
one so dashed upon
rocky shores
knowing your heart
you look through me
when you look to me
eyes see nothing
lost in a vision
seeking only
beautiful madness
righteous anger
and angst
restless heart
in a red haze
to stop is to die
to die is to stop.

to die is to stop
to stop is to die
in a red haze
restless heart
and angst
righteous anger
beautiful madness
seeking only
lost in a vision
eyes see nothing
when you look to me
you look through me
knowing your heart
rocky shores
one so dashed upon
a hope emerges
jagged and edgy
watching you unfold slowly.

Over at Dverse poets pub, In the Forms for all, we are playing around with pallindromes. its an interesting form where you can reverse your words or your sentences or your lines and it still makes sense...its actually a very fun form.


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Koi Pond Haiku

A Koi pond he said
of the deep hole in the ground
but i see no fish.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Jasmine Haiku.



Intoxicating
aroma of new romance
jasmine scent drifts in.

On the other hand
When love is old and jaded
Smells like dead flowers




Posted for Haiku Heights...Subject Jasmine..

Inspired by the theme at

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Widdershins

No really, I'm fine
No need to worry about me.
I've been through this before
I don't really need any help
but can I get you anything?
Call me if you need any help
and I will always be there for you.
I can work that shift for you
and you don't owe me a thing.


What do you want to eat for dinner?
I really feel like cooking tonight.
Sure I can give you some more money
for cigarettes and weed.
I know you are stressed trying to
figure out that video game.
I wouldn't mind working full time
so you can sit around all day.
We certainly can put off home repairs
so you can have your mid life crisis.



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Victoria has us writing poems on IRONY ...However it felt like sarcasm.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Neelix the Husky



Faithful friend
of fifteen years
forgive me
as I plot and plan
your demise
on Friday after five

for that is the time
the death dealer comes
with his big black bag
of syringes and sedation
and a big hot helping
of potassium chloride
to stop your
big teddy bear heart

no more fur flying
surprise piss puddles
nor piles of poop
nobody to patrol the perimeter
pacing and waiting on bacon

In doggie heaven there is
always bacon and ice cream
Bo will be there with his stick
waiting to get you back
and you can both run
like the wind
without the pain.