Carved box Undervalued box Closely pushed off the walls of relevance, Over to the side of extinction. Man has find several sources of News report, & the radio is at the bottom Of the list. A very long list, candidly. Soon, no more ‘radio reports’….

Beside the desolate park with abandoned swings and knee-tall grasses stands an old telephone booth covered in vines   It’s paint has faded the wood is chipped and no one knows when was it Last used but if you Look closely you would find  …

First typewriter – selectric Automatic return Short-term memory Prints on paper Has built-in correcting paper Prints super fast Has a little ball with all the letters on it Wrote my first poems on it

(from prompt 17) By Sandy Lender   Having completed my poem, I set down my pencil… …and it rolled… … … …from the table’s edge … … …to break on the floor…

My cell phone is filled With landline numbers Where no one would pick up On the other side The cord has been cut And yet, I can’t delete them.

Beth A. Fleisher Hour 16 Prompt 16:  Write a poem about love, without ever using the word love in it.   Gentle Hands   Gentle hands on baby’s shoulders, Rubbing circles, giving comfort. Tender kisses on her forehead, Whispered words of praise and joy.  …

My cell phone is filled With landline numbers That no one would pick up On the other side The cord has been cut And yet, I can’t delete them.

There was this one guy he tried so hard to impress holding open doors and dressing his best my heart was softened but not to swoon till he made me a mix tape it sent me over the moon

Jogging Along Jogging along the friendly path Trut, trut, trut, trut Early morning held sway Rhythm of the legs dissolving Into the rhyme of the ancient mariner While eyes falling into a pattern Like searching for a lost treasure Trut, trut Jogging back the same…

Holding tender bones bare of revulsion, strole into final Sati flames in sublime shining opposite – see! Surrender engulfing come what may, devote to the outer and flee when it fades. Ambivalent to your coat, and I’m still here. Glance into my eyes, exchange! Lie…