15 Head on
Right to the keys
Never amiss
Head on it is
Glimpse me please
Leaps and jumps
Forever straight
Head on it is
Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)
23 Unwilling Roommate
Houseplants are foster children
I have purchased none of them
Arriving hearing my apologies
Unwanted gifts to be kept alive
Holding that all things green
Belong outdoors where God planted
Them on one of those seven days
My yard holds nothing premeditated
Almost with regret I water the
Five-foot avocado casually grown
On a whim after a spicy dinner
With guacamole chips and Margaritas
Opposed to the death penalty
Committed to sustaining existing
Life here in my home I must water
Or commit homicide risking court
Droplets of Seraphic Light
Droplets of seraphic light
the camera froze up time for you.
Glowing abdomens so bright,
dance around the tall bamboo.
I would like to join in play,
dapple light along my way.
Little seraphs tipped with light,
see me through this pitch dark night.
HOUR 23 Haiku 5
Never did you hate
Only love takes prisoners
I accept my fate
Cheese (Hour 23)
Cabals of photographers use cheese to make children smile.
How they find it’s the only word that makes them show cameras their teeth, I don’t know.
Efforts I make to fall in love with cheese tend to race away behind me.
Each time I try, Mama’a cuisine beckons and Papa’s spices assault my nostrils.
So I am going to give this cheese to the photographer, not the chef;
each of us ebbing time away on the platter of customs.
Written as an acrostic poem from the text prompt of Hour 23.
Featured image source: Freepik
Cheese (aged Kilmerish)
I think that I shall never eat
A poem lovely as most cheese.
A cheese whose hungry body is prest
Against my taste buds, Mmmm – the best!
A cheese that sits with God all day,
And learns to sit, and sit, and age;
A cheese smoothly covered in waxy lacquer
Can be sliced and placed atop a cracker!
Upon whose bosom mold has sat;
Who intimately lives with fat.
Poems are made by folks like me,
But only cows, goats, sheep, buffalo,
and cheesemakers can make cheese!
– Mark L. Lucker
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Cheese, please – Hour 23
A poet hardly ever receives
an invitation to write about cheese.
Lack of imagination
could be the reason
or
lactose intolerance.
Hour 22
I have not been feeling these last few prompts but that’s what the internet is for ya know.
You
Friendship is supposed to be two sided
Unless it’s with you I guess
Cause you wait for me to reach out
Knowing I always seem too
You can choose when to engage
On each message deciding if its worth it
Until now
Poems of the forest #thepoetrymarathon #imageprompttwentythree
There are poems in the forest
Waiting to be found
Among the trees and leaves
Fireflies alight to the ground.
There are forests in the poems
Unexplored, unfound
There are poems in the forest
Waiting to be found.
Branches that those blithe spirits cross
Overhangs laden with moss
Flutters of light spring a chorus
In a world filled with stars.
There are fairies in my poems
Unexplored, unfound.
There are poems in the forest
Waiting to be found.
Picture Credit: Yume Cyan (from the prompt)
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