This Day

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This poem has 24 hours
to prove herself, remove
herself from the naughty list.

She’s just in time for a seize
-the-rhyme (Carpe De-um)
sort of day (oh. You say day

you say day you say day?
Oh.)
Give her this day her
daily bed

of roses. Her supposes and
her what ifs and her posse
-bilities. For

-give her for her lack
of rhyme, of time, of
diamond in the rough stuff.

Then smile, and let
her know she’s just
enough.

 

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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 22

 

 

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Please Pardon This Poem’s (Fairy) Dust

‘Cause I’m under construction everyone
so you’ll have to mind the mess
I’m under some construction
………………………..– No Doubt

 

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She’s longing to be exquisite
in her own bright skin, so she’s
filling in between the lines with
sprite, and sparkle.

She’ll mortar her heart stones
with hope, soap her windows
with silence and the violet
slant of sun.

Petal her something soft, a
loft in which to weave her words
and wander among them,
changed.

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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 21

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Building Permits for a Fragile Castle

And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur,
And a dog can dream; should it be implausible 
That a man might supervise
The construction of light
– Projekct Two
 

 

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We’re gonna build it up-up-up,
of our own hair, with a lair for
our dragons at the top of the stair.

We’re gonna shake it down-down-down,
shingles of feathers and hope
and the sounds of sun-stung songs.

We’re gonna break it through-and-through,
be sure that you can flee, and fly
whenever you damn well want to.  

 

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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 21

 

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paper scissors



they don’t cut much, or
deep, and they keep
tearing. their edges are
ragged and worn as my
own. but i am convinced
if i let them flap in the breeze
long enough, they might
cover me,
rock my inky center,
carve me home.

 

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Late to the party over at the dVerse Quadrille

 

 

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Schooled Poem

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This poem knows a thing or
two, turns out. Doubt
her if you must, but
she’s been around the block
and down the street
and see that corner over
there? She ruled it, once.

She’s once bitten, twice
shy. She’s been lied to,
stomped on, left for dead.
She’s got voices in her head
that nobody wants to hear
……………(but she’s learned
……………..to ignore them.)

See, the only thing that
matters is the fire at her
center. That mangy moon.
The way the sky slants
just right when it rains.

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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 20

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Making Up for Lost

Oh, some pages turned
Some bridges burned
But there were lessons learned
– Carrie Underwood
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Time. She spent a few too many
years spending it
…………..(energy, tears)
on things that didn’t really
matter.

Beats.
Somewhere, somehow, the
rhythm of her own drum
…………….(hum, thrum)
heart got lost, tossed aside in
all the noise.

Songs.
She forgot to sing, and be, and
breathe, forgot her thoughts
……………….(sought, caught)
counted. That she amounted
to everything.

 

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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 20

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One’s Fill

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This poem is full of it,
to overflowing. Plenty o’
this, and plenty o’ that.
She’s all that and a bag

of chips. Abundant lips,
iambic feet. Treat her
to the rhythm of some
-thing new, a wealth

of opportunity. A pleth
-ora of ample songs, both
real and rough. Then,
tell her she’s enough.

 

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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 19

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