I can't believe it's been a year since I wrote last. I've decided to increase my prolificity and what better way than to make an addition to my Pleiades collection. Since it is Wednesday, it seemed reasonable to use Three Word Wednesday to oil my rusty muse.
East
Eating Dismal Waffle
Every Bird Hopes To
Entreat From Hallowed Ground
Early Luscious Worm Tries
Escaping Beak And Claw
Existing Past His Fate
Enjoying One More Day
I've been writing poetry since my first regeneration. Feel free to comment on how good or bad you think it is. Some of it is speed poetry which I never used to be able to do and some of you will say I still can't. So feel free to be fair...but always be kind!
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Poker Party (11-Nov-2011)
I had a pretty rough time during that period when I had my operation. I found one that I wrote in my journal that I forgot to post. The combination of pain, percocet, and long empty days brings out some pretty dark things.
Poker Party
Can't sleep and have pain. Guess I'll clean.
My demons have come to visit;
They all sit about me
Dressed in colors of death.
They know me.
My protector is not here.
Jealousy, Vanity, Rage, Envy,
Lust, Hunger, Self-Doubt;
They sit around the table
And play cards for my soul;
Dealer's choice.
The deck is stacked and the winners known
And still they play.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Be (16-Nov-2011)
Had an operation last week and was having some pain last night so I took a percocet. This was the result.
Be
Butterflies bring babies
Borrowing blue balloons;
Buzzing bees buy blessing
Bishops blow brown bassoons;
Bridges bridging bygone
Boats bobbing back beyond
Believability
Be
Butterflies bring babies
Borrowing blue balloons;
Buzzing bees buy blessing
Bishops blow brown bassoons;
Bridges bridging bygone
Boats bobbing back beyond
Believability
Friday, November 11, 2011
Dove (9-Nov-2011)
My sweetie has been gone all week building houses in Haiti. I decided to use 3WW to write a poem. I chose the pleiades form to add to that collection.
Dove
drank of the wellspring of
delicious love I have
decided to hitch my
desires to one whom
dances on pin heads with
deafening life she will
dig to muster my soul
Dove
drank of the wellspring of
delicious love I have
decided to hitch my
desires to one whom
dances on pin heads with
deafening life she will
dig to muster my soul
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Beauty and the Bits (17-May-2011)
Just on a whim...
Beauty and the Bits
Dodging in and out among virtual walls;
Running hither and non twixt cyber rushes.
In a shadow world of books and pixels,
Hid from sight by 3D glasses.
Raven quoth and cauldron bubble;
Pricking thumbs and Golden Apples;
She is and ever shall be
My Great Amercian Hero
A hideous form
Bent backed and mangled
Peering from a secret place
Spies the Beauty among the Bits.
Beauty and the Bits
Dodging in and out among virtual walls;
Running hither and non twixt cyber rushes.
In a shadow world of books and pixels,
Hid from sight by 3D glasses.
Raven quoth and cauldron bubble;
Pricking thumbs and Golden Apples;
She is and ever shall be
My Great Amercian Hero
A hideous form
Bent backed and mangled
Peering from a secret place
Spies the Beauty among the Bits.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Untitled (1-July-2010)
I'll be bluntly honest that I think this one sucks. There was a lot of commotion while I was trying to write this which made it hard to concentrate. It is in villanelle form using this week's Three Word Wednesday prompt.
Untitled
And Life will collect
With no bit ofhassle
What Death must reject
Do You suspect
That you are its Vassal
And Life will collect
Or can You detect
With Motive most facile
What Death must reject
No Moat can protect
YourWealth and your castle
And Life will collect
For Mirrors reflect
Inner Selves gracile
What Death must reject
Intuition willinject
On Cap with limp tassel
And Life will collect
What Death must reject
Untitled
And Life will collect
With no bit of
What Death must reject
Do You suspect
That you are its Vassal
And Life will collect
Or can You detect
With Motive most facile
What Death must reject
No Moat can protect
Your
And Life will collect
For Mirrors reflect
Inner Selves gracile
What Death must reject
Intuition will
On Cap with limp tassel
And Life will collect
What Death must reject
Monday, June 14, 2010
After 1 Year (11-Jun-2010)
A simple one for my darling wife on our first anniversary.
After 1 Year
Many Days You Stand Me Up
Inching closer to my heart.
Caress my Soul forever loving;
Helping hands, healing lips.
Ever forward your
Love drives me
Loving touches filling
Every corner of who I am.
After 1 Year
Many Days You Stand Me Up
Inching closer to my heart.
Caress my Soul forever loving;
Helping hands, healing lips.
Ever forward your
Love drives me
Loving touches filling
Every corner of who I am.
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