It’s said his lips are stained With beet juice he drinks every morning So smart in his jacket and tie The heartthrob of his own imagination In the heart and heads  Of so many lies a tremor Fear of his selfish devastation Turn on the…

Below is a list of ten words. Please pick at least five of them to use in your poem. If you want to use all ten, please do so. beet jacket tremor bayou elbow lightbulb cinnamon bucket elk carport   Quake the tremors deep in…

Inspired by an artwork I saw earlier in the day (yes there may have been a Potter connection). Prompt rules: Write down the first line of your poem before reading the rest of this prompt. Write your poem, about any subject you like. Copy and paste the…

Two gasping Quick inhalations And then ‘You have got to learn To wing it Only then can we All flock together” She told me when I was age four Then there was that day The day of Blood They called her grandmother I called her…