Hour #17–Haiku
Flickering starlight
Monsters lurk beneath the moon
Devoured humans
#17- Blue Skies are on the way
Things aren’t always easy
And sometimes, times get rough
But hold on sweet girl
The moment will pass (more…)
That Funny Sound (Hour 11)
your jokes
and the way you tell them
have me in stitches
in no time
I am helpless
like one laid spread-eagled
titters, tickled with the tip
of a feather.
then I howl
like a lunatic gone berserk
my ribs hurt
not from being kicked in
but from a kind of pain
that has pleasure as its name.
Hour 17 Apartment Living
Hour 17 Apartment Living Mary Pecaut
My disgruntled neighbor lives under
the stairs. He might as well be
a basilisk ready to kill
with a single glare.
Or maybe he’s a sea serpent
eager for war
his scaly-skin like a kraken
from maritime lore.
I want to be a friendly tenant
and figure we should meet.
So, I bring him a plate of papayas
Not knowing what a monster might eat.
DogSpeak #17 Picking Up Poop
DogSpeak #17 Picking Up Poop
You say you spend
half you life
picking up poop
and I ask why
you want it.
You sing
Picking up poop
bag on hand
back cracks
when I stoop
picking up poop
scoot while
I collect your poo.
I ask again
why you want it,
I didn’t want it
so why do you?
You sing
Picking up poops
following behind
my pooch poops
doesn’t even say oops
here I am
spending my life
picking up poops
but I love you
so I collect your poo.
Ok, so you like to sing
so I give you something
to sing about.
Picking up poopers
scooping bloopers
left on the sidewalk
where we all walk
I need a bag of bags
but I love you, Trooper
so I spend my time
filling a trash pail
picking up your poo.
It’s not like it’s worth
anything, right?
I left it behind
so you’d have
something to do,
Daddy-do-do
picking up my poo.
No pooper scooper
big enough to say
how much I love you
but believe me
when I say I don’t love
picking up your poop.
~ J R Turek
Fear
What do you fear, more than anything?
Would you tell me? Or would you keep it secret?
Maybe you would whisper it,
maybe you’d shout it.
if you tell me,
I’ll tell you.
I just want to know you
and the truth.
too often I’m around
lies. Honesty would be a breath of
fresh air!
reply hazy try again (prompt 16)
another deadbolt sliding
keys jingling
avoidant lover opens the door
shuffles in
but keeps eyes glued to the floor
avoiding sudden movements
I am the villain again and again
I am the villain that breaks the silence
daring to ask for conversation
or even
the slightest acknowledgment
a hint of accountability
end up repeatedly receiving requests for
a little bit of time to think
of course, as any proper perpetrator
I always give them time
days weeks months go by
while they decide whether they want me
evaluate whether there is more
to be squeezed
if anything is left of me
is there an expected apology
in between the professions
of love and appreciation
swearing to the ends of breath
that I’m important to them
in the same way as AAA
happy to get paid until someone needs a tow
those keys
to my heart and home
sound flimsy when they kiss the counter
front door becomes plastic
closed behind them for the last time
they leave an empty promise to reach out soon
wondering, don’t you trust me?
Prompt for Hour Eighteen
Text Prompt
Write a poem about a moment of joy.
Image Prompt
Contributed by Cindy Whitaker.
Hour Seventeen- Black and White
here they come again,
mocking me, dissing me,
taking a jab, creeping onto me.
jealousy is a black and white game.
to black, white always seems like a weakling.
the sole purpose of black is to extend its callous ends,
to consume the white.
to white, this game is very old now.
white always places a deceiving shield,
for black to think it has the upper hand.
only in the eye of the beholder,
does one know which one is the real deal.
Note: This poem is written using the image prompt posted during hour 5.
(Hour 17) 14.30pm-15.30pm. PROMPT: mythical monster & silhouetted image 3 figures against blue slit
dam & blast
ahead : a narrow strait : dripping water : darkness : pale blue light : beyond : as if under neath : an endless ocean : forcing down : desiring only : to drown : anyone near : the wall whispers : of : all that water behind
in stark silhouette : a pair of Dusters : backlit black : like Odysseus facing himself : between Charybdis & Scylla : i must somehow pass : without sacrificing : myself : to either monster’s maws : this reccy : to see if : blowing the reservoir wall : was feasible : or even wise : has turned dark & dangerous : & i don’t know : how to flee : as i’m sure : they’ve detected me
though : from what i can tell : they’ve yet to move : or sound an alarm : but how would i know : they might communicate : telepathically : or via built-in transmitters : inside their oversized : helmets
Stella is only a couple of ks away : scouting supplies : at the farm : where i stole : the petrol & the fertiliser : & a mere 20 minute drive : from the quarry : where we pinched : the dynamite
surely the base is too thick : if it’s not timed right : it won’t even make a dent : perhaps atop the wall : will use a gash : big enough for the force of megatons of rushing water : to rip more down : & so become a self-fulfilling prophecy
the pirate radio : suggest they were : surprised by salt : it seems their home world : is freshwater only : if that’s even : chemically possible :