I planted a red rose
Rose with a prickly thorn
Thorn that drew your blood
Blood that reaped your scorn
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At B&P Shadorms & Beyond we’re challenged to write a Loop Poem
Month: October 2015
Unrequited Love
she couldnt cook
he didnt care
her smile boiled his blood
her eyes held a dare
she didn’t dust
or so it seemed
her touch gave him chills
her kiss was his dream
their laundry piled
around the room
her scent made him groan
sweet voice like perfume
his heart knew well
he shouldn’t stay
she wasn’t his fate
with his soul he’d pay
so at midnight
leaving desire
climbed out the window
escaped his vampire
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for OctPoWriMo we were asked to choose a picture from Public Domain Pictures then write a story poem.
I started out to write a story about a woman who couldnt cook, however the story took a halloweeny turn and I was powerless to stop it.
Cosmic Love
sun confetti floats around
the room settling
on every surface
are you in those motes
have you become a
speck in the universe
if I listen to the wind
will I hear you laughing
do you whisper to me
in a snowflake
is that you tapping
on my window
when it rains
I stand alone in the
night waiting to feel
your kiss in a moonbeam
you are gone and still
I search
——
Feeling Beamish
There once was a gal who felt beamish
Not prudish or timid or squeamish
She was feeing frabjous
As she strapped on her shoes
And went wading to catch rainbow fish
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Victoria, over at the d’Verse pub is asking for some humor (What is sillier than a limerick!?)
She challenged us to use some fun new words.
Defying Gravity
how do i shed this
cloak of gravity
assume some levity
put on a silly hat
mismatched socks
a red nose
how can i kick off these
shoes of gravity
assume some levity
float to the moon
or the top of a tree
go on a field trip with
a flock of chickadees
be my helium
lift
me
—–
the prompt at Poets United is “gravity”
Morning Delusions
I sit on the porch swing
watching as night shrugs
off its gray shawl and dawn
slips on a rosy pink sweater
My morning tea sends up
luscious swirls of Earl Gray mist
and my mouth begins to
water in anticipation of
the first bite into a cinnamon scone
I open my eyes and smile
inwardly knowing that a mug of
tea and a scone are my reward
for rolling out of bed even after
the sun is already on the job
and night has long since retired
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OctPoWriMo prompt today is “Two Lies and One Truth”
Retreat
Too many –
meetings
appointments
phone calls
emails
expectations
deadlines
prompts to follow
I grab my pen and
retreat into a world
where no one can follow
—–
OctPoWriMo prompt today is “overwhelmed”
dove gossip
two mourning doves sit
side by side high on a wire
share the days gossip
—-
star gazer
On a rare night when there is no cloud cover, I stand in my yard and marvel at the stars shining above me. I identify constellations and image the mythological beings in the skyscape. On a trip to the high plains of Arizona I stepped out into the night, looked up and saw uncountable stars and constellations playing out the ancient stories in the sky
uncountable. stars
shine down on grazing cattle
Arizona night
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Chocolate Trouble
I didn’t mean to eat
the whole bag – just
one bar, well maybe
just another
They were intended
for witches and pirates
and ghosts who roamed
the dark streets
And now I hear them
stomping up the front
porch steps, giggling
And shushing each
other – too late to turn
off the lights and pretend
I’m not home
My doorbell chimes as
if it is at Westminster
There is no escape and
I smile guiltily as I deposit
boxes of raisins into
outstretched bags and
pumpkins
“It’s better for them” I
mutter to myself
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