Prompt twelve

  I took a long walk Down this old road The one that curves left Then right And ultimately disappears If only for a moment But in that moment Was it despair or delight? Feeling lost No boundaries Exhilarating Terrifying My breath escaping me Yet…

Hour Twelve

Write a poem that contains no more than 100 words and no less than 90 words. If you repeatedly use the same word it only counts once. For example if the word umbrella was used 10 times in your poem you would only count it…

Fingerprints

“I want to be bruised by god”- a line of poetry tattooed on my shoulder   There but for the grace of God go I Restless, wandering, assaulted by want Cornered by the very comforts we cling to   We can howl. Demand. Stomp our…

One More

Scolding our waitress, “Last time I asked for three olives. It came back with only two, just like this one.” Surprised, she apologized, and replied, “Be right back” Sure enough, one server returned, martini in hand, Four green swimmers decorating the ginned vodka, Only my…

Rumberos Baile….

So beautiful art thou an I, nothing. Shadow,shadow, shadow, against light. I will not steal the light of one so beautiful land can’t because the rays blind me and I am blinded by love and none is returned or ever will be. I so believe…

All the Same – Hour Twelve

I’m not sure we have much in common Gary – I don’t collect samurai swords Or live with my Mammy, And I can see you’re very proud to have been to Benidorm But to be perfectly honest, it just makes me yawn… No – I…

Rain, Rain – Prompt 12 (you can sing this)

Rain, rain, Centipede Rain, rain, Centipede Rain, rain, Centipede Tell me how you get home Ten things that ate our time Your lineage is on the line Don’t tell us you’ve done no crime Rain, rain, Centipede Rain, rain, Centipede Rain, rain, Centipede Tell me…

Empty Tomb

8/5/17 5:16pm Empty Tomb Tell me of ancient love and the connections we encounter, the way you fall full-circle, stumbling into my life and out the other side. A scratched record that tried to squeeze into a digital world. I’m seeing you adorned with gold…

12.

What if she does? I mean, there are plenty of reasons that anything along those lines could happen. and, nope, can’t think of any leading to the contrary This is of course, the city, and people are everywhere. There’s no way… but say, maybe, that…

Whole Again

  love formulated my potential subject is now blossoming through my previous misfortune resonating feelings vanished from me aroused this helpless heart escalates diversity of thought is essential this love I have sustained adoration now becomes motivated love now makes me complete