Buy-fly Die!

Buy-fly Die! Damselfly freely fornicating on the wind, Your act sustains your beauty for those who see. With us, the blind define life as evil – a veil for their own ills. There exists no pornographic rape in the world of wingéd creatures. Lay your…

Wild spring season

City girl moves to the country needing a different light time to reflect and grow sitting on the deck watching nature bloom in this wild spring season Nature seems happier less noise less pollution a majestic owl hoots in the palm tree as a busy…

The Bop – Black Lives Matter

Hour 3, Prompt 3 The Bop is one of my favorite poetry forms. It’s something I discovered last year during the poetry marathon, although I’m going to warn you, it’s on the longer side. This is the only formal poetry prompt that is part of…

Dieting

It may be wrong to love ones food to the point of needing new pants And I’m not alone in my indulgence as one can see in the various sizes of jeans Going out for a meal and weighing the cons wondering what will this…

What On Earth Is A Bop? 1/2 marathon poem #3

What On Earth Is A Bop 1/2 marathon poem #3 What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write I wish these prompts would stop I think I’m writing shite What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write…

Panic Bop

Eyes open Counting the hours Hot flash Mental whiplash Grating nerves My heart is going to pop.   (When the kids go away, my mind begins to fray)   Was it because their father left me? Or because he tried to die? Is it because…

11:00 am – Too Much (Hour 3)

Moments layered over incidents over occurrences over situations over movements over lack of solutions over denial over absolution over contrition over excuses over pleads over protest over humanity over death

All the Untitled Ones

The words that don’t come together Smell like the freshly-baked buns That you can’t eat Because the scale glares back at you; The bread sits in the oven Like the Instagram coquette in the red skimpy boots, Her shiny skin on the golden sand, Captioning…

Get My Hair Did (11:00 AM) – edit done (Hour 3)

~ D², @d2poetry Between her knees braced to tackle my glory stiff plastic combs snapping at any moment head so tender got me squirming moaning momma’s focused stern warnings keeps me from runnin’ “Can I pick out my barrettes?” “Naw girl, it won’t go with…