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Monthly Archives: October 2018
iamb
supposed to be writing for pay, to -day, but i’d rather ……………play with all the heart -esque words. ..
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged heart rocks, heart songs, just for fun, poet's heart, starving poet
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this brilliant broken breath
play magnetic poetry here.
Posted in magnetic poetry
Tagged beautifully broken, broken, broken breath, embracing fire, magnetic poetry, poetical magnetism
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Re(Collections)
.. Tonight, tonight, my plans I make: to spin real hair from all this useless strawman’s gold, to hold …………(perhaps) a child of my own instead of stealing someone else’s. To call myself a man, a sham, a king, a … Continue reading
Bratty Moon
.. She’s braying and saying that she doesn’t wanna wane today, doesn’t feel like fading away into nothing. She’s crying and sighing and holding nothing back at bay, causing a tempest -tantrum of whine and ocean waves. She’s taxing and … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems, poetic asides poems
Tagged bratty moon, moon poems, moon stones, naughty moon, Poetic Asides
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’Dis Obedient Poem
… ’Dis poem ain’t in line or just in time. She’s got one black eye and bruised feet and a pen -chant for running out in the street before she’s fully dressed. She don’t listen, or glisten, or wrap a … Continue reading
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Tagged imambic, Poetic Asides, rumbled phrase, this poem poems, un
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The Low-Hummed Hope of Other Songs
… We have wandered ……….(once again) too far. Become un -lucky in our gaze. These streetlights falter, alter shadows, offer cobbled stones. Perhaps we have bartered our broken much too soon, settled for the passing of the buck by … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille
Tagged cobbled stones, dVerse, hum, moon, our broken much, Q44, Quadrille, stars, yuck
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That which she is of {tossed above}:
.. Beauty (perhaps) and light, and the fight of wind on skin. Pain slow -slammed into truth. Proof of second chances and first -blush glances turned to 20 years. Tears. Sky and moon and sun -burned tongues and languages she … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged de, moon, of, prepositions, sea, sea of sighs, sky, that which she is of, the fault in our scars, the fault in our stars, whispered whim
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Princess Pop and the Bubblegum Dragon
Princess Pop f e l l for a hubba-bubba-bubbling dragon. He ballooned. She swooned. Those bubble-oons were, luckily, filled with goo (and laughter). And the moral of the story is just exactly this: never ask a Bubblegum Dragon for … Continue reading
Posted in dragon poems, dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged dragon, here there be dragons, Quadrille
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Got Stuck
in the muck. In my truck. (Just bad luck.) Tried to flee. Silly me. Feet got tucked in that muck with my truck. (Aw, shucks.) Pulled ’em loose. Lost my shoes. (Bad news.) Still here. Oh, dear. Mud in ear. … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged funky rhyme time, muck, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday, stuck, yuck
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