Original line is from Howl, by Carl Ginsberg: “who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish” I cannot tell you how or who creates poetry out of the scribbled, mush-mashed ramblings told by all….
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
8 – I am not like an ordinary world. – charles bukowski
Don’t you see i cannot belong to me l am freefalling a feather laced with love ,, not attached to me like limbs sitting pretty on an opportunity that isn’t ordinary this place is my world. s.j.duncan
A Conflict of Interests-prompt 8
I hope I don’t offend the two who’ve led me down many roads For at this point our paths have diverged I’m not the same way as they outside or in And I’m not going to apologize for a different opinion on golden wood, I…
theres a dance in the old dame yet
Quote for The Golden Shovel form: “theres a dance in the old dame yet” from don marquis’ archy and mehitabel by now you really ought to know theres ways and means to this getting along a willingness to dance when it may turn out wrong…
With Banners of Black and Red (Hour 8)
The original line of inspiration is “Fire! Revenge! Death to Kings! Life to the new world of the heart’s dreaming!” from On the North Sea Part II, by Edward Abbey. Atop the hills they stood like beacons warning of an approaching fire, All across the…
Poem 8 – Morte Nobilis
‘Bent double, like old beggars under sacks’ DULCE ET DECORUM EST Wilfred Owen Morte Nobilis Establishment is as establishment was, bent, Control your freedoms and then tax you double, Liberties are privileges given like, Medals for surviving a war you did not choose, old, Lies…
Poem 7 – A Lesson to Learn / Inside Out
‘A lesson to learn’, is what they tell me but what did I do to earn it I remember myself as a child with high energy, I wanted to win at everything and never quit A regrettable sense of faith let me to this story…
Dragon Fire
Dragon fire from below; A seed of youth is planted. From whence he came I do not know, Nor how I was enchanted. From whence he came I do not know, Nor why my strength should fail me. Then, like a kitten I did flow…
What-Might-Have-Been
"Ev'ry so often we long to stealTo the land of what-might-have-been"-Stephen Schwartz Ev'ry time I think I'm done with loveSo very tired and done with loveHere you come, with an often, soften look in your eyesMy heart tells my brain here we go again! It…
In what privilege? No longer having to die.
To be in a tornado really begs the question what the hell is privilege? A human thing maybe… No the simple thing about living longer and having people you love and having comfort is you still have to die. #262 from Book Third of The…