You should Know (16)


have arrested

a murder



the mastermind

behind the

killings of

the president


and other





Especially the


disappearance of

your father.

Meet my Wife (15 hour)

She would not serve the cup

She would rinse it

Dry it

Hit it and serve it


That is my wife.


A control freaks

The meat is not tender enough

Not seasoned enough

Not broiled enough


That is my wife.


A perfectionist

The wedding is not perfect

The setting is not perfect

Until she gets in.


That is my wife



Image Prompt Martin Torrez




Yellow faces face the sun


Sway in the gentle breeze. 

Life lived for oil and seed;

Their gifts at summers end

Gives meaning to their life.


 photo prompt by y-s


There once was a man on the trail

When at once it started to hail

Wth no place to run

And a hot cross bun

He said,” To hell with it let’s sail.”

24 / Hope Sonnet

Hope Sonnet


If I could write a poem today with hope

I’d fit in all the trees and birds and bears—

all animals, the skies and seas and air,

republicans, the middles, and the woke


would have their places too, and right beside

them all are you and I and puffer fish

and coral reefs, the nudibranch and nudist.

Ebbing, high, or slack: it takes all tides


to plump up where the moon is.  Here’s the thing:

We’re screwed. We’re doomed. We’re toast. We’ve effing ruined it.

Nobody’s coming. Revelations shit.

The planet’s better off without our sting.

The best that I can do in terms of hope

is that the human race will soon be smoke.




[Prompt: Write a poem about hope]


23 / Another World

Another World


In another world, not this one

a politician apologizes, listens,

does better next time.


The drilling stops

in another world, not this one

we’ll soon burn to the ground.


Women’s vaginas dissolve

any undesired penis

in another world, not this one.


In another world, not this one

men see war is ridiculous

before they’re old enough to fight.


Children are always citizens

in another world, not this one;

their food and medicine are free.


Tokitae comes home, has a long

conversation with the family

in another world, not this one.



[Prompt: Write a poem about a world that is not this one]

22 / Perfect Silence

Perfect Silence


Look up in perfect silence

at the trees adrift

all night: their sails raised

to catch the earth’s warm breath.


Tilt back your tired head:

Look up in perfect silence

at the spreading stars,

the brighter Venus, Mars.


When loon calls, awaken

and hasten to the lake.

Look up in perfect silence

at the farther shore.


Pause while the others party

and step into the dark

with Walt; he’s with you now

looking up in perfect silence.



[Prompt: photo by Scott Umstattd / “Silence”]

All that glitter #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour3

For the marathon I went with the image prompt for hour3. But I knew I would come back to the text prompt when I had the time. Now time is at a premium in my life, specially on a Monday morning but I’ve managed to nudge this into being among meetings and cases and what-nots! All thoughts will be deeply appreciated!



All that is gold does not glitter,

Most thinks that glitter are fake

Once, I tasted the sunshine on your skin.

I heard the purples in your smoldering eyes

Ian Anderson played in Brabourne Stadium,

Your eyes refused to let me in,

But your body had another string to pluck

And your mouth opened wide for me.

The fact that I survived was your masterpiece

I was the chudail you could not control

With that red jacket and curls flying in the wind.

Those stormy nights of irreverence.

“Atma ke koshto dite nei,”

So we unburdened our souls of guilt.

Daylight swore into the darkest nights

While you swooped into skies hunting prey.

Ipsy was waiting, always on the sideline

Hands immersed in the bloodied moon

That was the one mistaken thought

that you would come to regret.

Corrosive days and alcohol-coloured dusks

Bleed them into one so that they last forever!

Quien eres realmente mi querido?

Reality is never real, purrs the cat.

All that was gold never did glitter

Lost forever in that sun-kissed skin.

21 / Running



running my hand slow

through a tidepool

I catch my fingertip

in an anemone

whose sticky tentacles

taste my skin

the way a snake sticks

out its tongue

or a cat hangs its mouth

open for a minute

or a sommelier

draws the grape

and breath into her

palate with expertise.

holding a moment.

while beside us

along hard gray rock

a tide keeps running



[Prompt: Write a poem that starts and ends with the word “running”]

Hour 24 Hopeful

stay hopeful
things eventually work themselves out.

Stay hopeful
and listen to that inner voice.

Stay hopeful in the midst of despair.
Stay hopeful when dark clouds surround you.

When you got hope on your side
fear subsides and the road ahead
is paved with good intentions and positive affirmations.

To hope
the light that saves.