The Wooden Shoemaker

Hour 4 Prompt 4

 

The Wooden Shoemaker

 

Andrew V’s not welcome here

To Scarface I’ll swear loyalty

Bring your coin for footwear

You’re free to speak easily

 

Lift your bootleg for measurement

And treat your shoemaker like a gent

 

It’s not many a cobbler

Who can carve like me

Buy a pair a cowshoes

And get a hollow cane for free

Horse Racing World

Betting over here!

Win, Place, or Show

Let me know your bet.

Place your bets!!!

And they’re off.

Number 9th horse Rambling Rose is 1st place

The 6th horse Racing Today is coming up to 2nd place

Number 5 Rumbling Stump is in third.

The 9th horse is falling behind,

while the number 3 horse First Love is picking up speed.

starting to come up is the number 5 Rumbling Stump.

Around the bend,

First Love is passing 6th horse Racing Today

Down the stretch…

Lovestruck comes out of nowhere.

But can’t pass Rambling Rose

won by a nose, Rambling Rose

That’s it by,

Poet’s Racing World.

Hour #4–Haiku

You reach for my hand

Our fingers lace together

I knew it was you.

Quenching Questions – Hour 1: Prompt 1- 2022

To swim in your eyes is the desire,

perhaps the pathway to your heart is way too crowded.

Hour 4 Writing Prompt – Write about this image

Mannequin or Mannecan’t

Is this what it looks like at the end

When so many of those would’a , could’a, should’a moments

Are left to wither away only to return as something brilliant

Your dream, but with someone else chasing after it with nothing to fear

Something you knew it could be,if you would’a, and you should’a but you didn’t

You didn’t believe in yourself, you let fear guide you to someplace safe

Someplace with no sharp edges to cut you, or cliffs to fall from or water to deep

Someplace old and cold and sad and lonely but safe……….maybe, maybe not

I beg of you,

 

Text Prompt-Poem 4 Letter to Juan

 

All It Takes (2022)

All it takes is a picture
A simple social media post
An update of how well he’s doing
And there’s a twinge in my heart

All it takes is a few drops
Of summer rain cascading from the sky
A reminder of things she loved
And the aching begins

All it takes is a story
Of someone’s snide remark
Memories, unpleasant, come rushing in
And my anxiety is triggered

All it takes is an embrace
Enveloping and tight
No words spoken
And I can breathe again

again

shattered
busted
torn
and
twisted

warped
burned
infested
and
rotted

alone
decaying
into
the
earth

again

Where the Proud Once Stood

 

 

 

Rubble, rubble, times of trouble

Ruined cities span as far as the eye can see

But few eyes remain,  peering  from steel caves

Shabby bodies huddle, clad in leather and rags

Only hunger sends them to hunt with bows

To seek meat from hideous mutated beasts

A few old souls tell stories of brighter times

When metal chariots coasted through the land

And people stared into shiny devices

Food so plentiful people threw it in the trash

But anger and prejudice sent fire raining down

Blasting bodies into ash and sickening millions more

The past swept away, now only the strong survive

Eeking out primitive lives where the proud once stood

Poetry Marathon #3 (Music Prompt— LaLa Land)

The first and only time

I sat through a musical, was for you—

and then, I heard that song, in that scene,

and knew you’d have loved it, too…

As I re-round to listen, so many times—

my chin began to crumble—

and my eyes immediately soaked

in the biggest tears—

tears so heavy and so hot—

that they cannot stay

inside the wells

and just slide straight down

melting tracks

against the cheek

and awash the neck

if only to prove

how much—

I love you.