Hour 3
Melting
I never craved chocolate until
I witnessed the horizon meet
Those perfect brown eyes.
Inside Out
Outside the bones are pale,
visible, crooked, inflamed.
Inches of neon
fill sensitive parts
of my anatomy.
The skin is paler still,
wrapped in fur
like a rug,
like a quilt
gleaming
like armor.
My memory
explodes like
alphabet soup.
Spilling words
like Andy Warhol
drew Hollywood.
7~17
do I dare?
(she whispered)
(to herself)
i feel SO weirdly funny…
<<she gently began to nudge>>
<<& scooch>>
if only it weren’t so dark in here!
pin
prick
spot
of
light
~wriggling~wriggling~wriggling~
…tender wings sooo soft…
a flurry on the next warm breeze
Adventures!!!
(((my sweet butterfly)))
Hour 1
How Mermaids Were Made
Mother Earth gave birth to a daughter.
She didn’t listen to what her Mother taught her.
She played with wind and fire,
denying, she became a liar.
So Mother sentenced her daughter to live under water.
Jive
Swifting suddenly in a tantalizing movement caught up in a moment of emotions briefly staring into flirtatious eyes dancing, smiling, grabbing the best of you away from here. Your mind, my mind,wondering far away outside a smiling reality inside another reality away with a smile replaying a different paradise.
Poem By JGomez
Buyer be wear
People should come with
little tags sewn on their necks
proper care, cleaning
what they are made from
with exact percentages
better than the clichéd’
‘what’s your sign?’ you
could ask to see their tag
I would be looking for
a girl who was blend, not
‘100% pure’ anything, for I
am distrustful of absolutes
and would skip anyone
‘dry clean only’
but a girl labeled
‘hand wash, gentle cycle’
or ‘hang dry only’
would be a stylish addition
to my wardrobe
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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Prompt for Hour Eight
The prompt for hour eight is to write a golden shovel. Not familiar with the form? That is not surprising, it was created in 2010 by the poet Terrance Hayes in his poem The Golden Shovel.
It is pretty simple though. First you take a line or lines from a poem you admire.
Use each word from the line(s) as the end word of each of the lines in your poem. So for example if you used a line with ten words, your poem should be ten lines long.
Keep those words in order.
Give credit to the original poet.
Below is an example. The original line inspiring it is “Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone” by W.H. Auden
When you asked me yesterday to stop
at the top of the hill and look out at all
the cliffs that form the walls of the
valley, I shook my head and pointed at the clocks.
Now I want nothing more but to cut
work with you, to take every hour off
to be spent on the trail, in a hammock, in the
pool, anything. For the person to be you, on the other side of the ringing telephone.
shade
under the shadow
of branches
low steady strong
to sit with a similar soul
human or bird
is a special kind of company
for a brief moment
you share
a breath smile heartbeat
until the wind returns
and you part
for separate worlds
or bedrooms
Heaven’s Music
An old woman lurches the horizon
Countless lives her face wizen
Once immortal, she danced the sky
And taught mortals to laugh and cry
With stardust robes shining good cheer
Yet her friendships became too dear
She risked all to save from divine plan
And so the gods from heaven did ban
Justice tore her robes and to earth she went
Fellow stars wailed at painful sky wrent
One sad Grey Lady forced to forever repent
Searching for hidden gossamer gown spent
Guarded by fell serpent across cruel canyon
She hunts for aid of pure of heart companion
With faith she knows will arrive one day
Then to heaven’s music she’ll again sway.
my calendar
I know I tell you this all the time. I love you and only want you.
Crazy thing is, it just doesn’t feel right dating and trying all over again like a rollercoaster ride it gets boring and makes me ill after too many rides.
I remember how hard it was for me to trust you.
It was like threading a needle without my glasses.
So with all due respect, I trust you.
I see your work and even other things you have completed.
I get so proud it’s like crossing the finish line in first place every time.
I’m addicted to you like a smoker on a bad day.
You never give up and always accept feedback whether bad or great.
I support your work and all things you do, because of you I fight for my dreams.
You make me happy even when I get knocked down and you’re far ahead.
You stay strong and hold up my head through my insecurities.
Always remember, when you feel a fret.
You already got the tools to solve yournext move.
Now, could you be like a firefighter on my calendar. A different pose every month.
I thank you for the much love that you give. It’s ongoing and I hope it never end.