blue lagoon scattered thoughts that multiply…     Note: This poem is written using an image prompt posted during hour twenty-one.

Spoken true Spoken soft and loud Spoken with a meaning We tell stories of sadness, happiness, anger, drama Telling them to the best of our ability For Telling is half the battle

Getting something for nothing is the norm of the day/ Each one wants to win, who then will pay for it? Burden of many rests on a few sturdy shoulders/ How long will these Atlases keep the world up? Orwell’s bulls are shedding blood, sweat…

Prompt 12 (Write about a gathering with others.)   The harvest was ripe and gold What a gathering behold The sky was gay, and colors merry A romantic pink, a scarlet cherry   All gathered to celebrate Sweat of toil but fickle fate Had something…

Battle of the Sexes   Next year, we’re mostly gay. Too dangerous to be straight female. No choices. Heterosexuality trends downward. Safe sex is Lesbian sex. More mass shootings by frustrated men. Fewer babies. Population declines. Human Earth Saved! Thanks, Supreme Court.  

Perfection is a myth to mankind I have my faults I have my shames I’ve done things I’m not proud of I’ve been a karmic friend A karmic love A karmic partner I’m no better than anyone I bleed the same I cry I feel…

half- formed dreams surround the dim corners   Source: An erasure poem culled out from Pg. 152 from the novel, All the Possibilities by Nora Roberts.

Small repeating patterns spotted revealing private messages. The croak of bull frogs behind me calling out, slowly. The sound is a visual thing. Female letting out a tease as suiters hurriedly raise their voice in desperate sequence waiting for her to echo back the number…

I am digging deeper Digging for lost words My head feels empty Imagination’s dry My fancy flew In a clouded sky In sighing a deep sigh I pray An epiphany to burst by But inside me An empty ocean swirls Bubbling and foaming To escape…

City night sky soda Starry bubbles rushing up in delight like fizzy fireflies flitting about skyscrapers of ice A carbonated sugar rush Shake it till it pops Make us stay up all night