posting poetic prose
10 Apr 2018 16 Comments
in tanaga Tags: addicts, city, escort, gangstas, opiates, pimp, urban
downtown stubble rubs gritty
tenement windows broken
night escort working pretty
pimp keeps tight grip on token
street addicts living nitty
homeless die for opiates
poor men don’t want no pity
just need to beat jobless rates
how survive stinking city
urban education rules
alley thugs share thieves’ kitty
gangstas teach in dropout schools
In need of some urban renewal? Find more city poems with Jilly at dVerse Poets.
10 Apr 2018 1 Comment
in cinquain Tags: calving, farmer, midwife, pain, push, spring
A cinquain is a five line poem with first line as title and final line restates it. Syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2.
calving
farmer midwife
gets up at night to check
first time heifers need help birthing
spring push
photo by lynn
09 Apr 2018 16 Comments
in quadrille Tags: color, fruity, imagination, life, paintbrush, zip-lining
De at dVerse challenges us to write a quadrille (44 words) with a little “zip” in it!
hey, bae, it’s okay
take poetic time-out
creative juice surf’s up
let your imagination
go zip-lining!
paintbrush crush
colour your wourld
kiwi lime and cyanberry
don’t refrain
your right(eous) brain
from livin’ life out loud
make magnetic magic
taste tangy tangerine
whee feelin’ gigglee!
08 Apr 2018 4 Comments
in haiku Tags: cock, storm, sun, wind, winter
old cock winter crows
easterly wind heralds storm
free image – pexels
red sun is rising
Haiku inspired by quote (Carpe Diem Haiku Kai) in less-than-inspiring weather.
08 Apr 2018 10 Comments
in decastitch Tags: arbor, crystal, goblet, grapes, wine
Pirouette poem form is decastitch: 10 lines, line 5 is a “turn”, line 6 is identical to 5. Every line is 6 syllables. Rhyme optional. Link to dark side of the moon…
burgundy, chardonnay
varied fruity fragrance
pruned grapes on vineyard hill
sweet plumpness under sun
sniff bouquet, swirl to sip
sniff bouquet, swirl to sip
from stemmed crystal goblet
pick optimum ripeness
wait for ferment to age
zinfandel, sauvignon
07 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in magnetic Tags: caramel, coffee, embrace, fever, laugh, linger, listen, starfire
Playing magnetic poetry again, like this one even better (poet kit, no adds)!
05 Apr 2018 5 Comments
in magnetic Tags: egg, hot, lies, mad, rust, tongue, whisper
Sometimes you just gotta play…magnetic poetry! (First time I used one set of words, no “adds”.)
05 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in tanaga Tags: burning bush, holy, people, spirit, temple, tomb, womb
We’ve celebrated Easter…Pentecost is coming!
burning bush in desert place
holy ground tread with bare feet
temple built as sacred space
where heaven and earth did meet
virgin’s womb a holy space
where divine entered our world
fishing boat or grassy place;
when Jesus spoke, truth unfurled
upon the cross where he stayed
hanging between sacred space
in the garden where he laid
death couldn’t silence holy grace
holiness we now receive
spirit fire from heaven’s hand
wholly people who believe
God’s house gathers from all lands
04 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in haiku Tags: blossoms, butterfly, open, scent, surf, window
See Chèvre’s “fusion” challenge to combine two haiku into one at CDHK:
A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought —
But no, a butterfly.
© Arakida Moritake (Tr. Steven D. Carter)
morning breeze
coming in the window
surf sounds
© Jane Reichhold
an open window–
surf sounds on tropical breeze
butterflies blossom
© lynn__
photo by lynn
03 Apr 2018 17 Comments
in tanaga Tags: ephemeral, holy, sacred, veil
Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Amaya hosts tonight…
here can be a holy place
anywhere a sacred space
only need to be aware
heaven isn’t way up there
thinner threads within the veil
may allow a visage through
listen quiet to the pale
heart and hope again renew
gathered for a funeral or
as mist the woodland fills
in a mood ephemeral
when attentiveness distills
subtle warmth of offered tea
or soft-scented flower bud
sound of bird in linden tree
opens inner space to God
03 Apr 2018 2 Comments
in shadorma Tags: death, double, hate, lovers, shadow, suicide
A shadorma is a 6 line poem with 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable counts.
in shadow
motivation comes
suicide
double death
why two lovers hate themselves?
asphyxiation
Many years ago, a teenage co-worker, Barry, and his girlfriend died together in his car running inside a garage. I still sadly wonder…why? Tonight, we discuss suicide at NAMI support group.
02 Apr 2018 11 Comments
in haibun Tags: faith, humanity, proud, selfish, violent
As I grow older, my faith in humanity slowly shrivels. Man’s heart is selfish, proud, and violent. It’s been that way since the beginning but we all want to believe differently. We so desperately want to think better of ourselves and our loved ones but we too can go “there” (whatever evil direction “there” may be). I’ve been hurt most often and most deeply by the one I thought loved me most (or, at least, that I loved most). And I have hurt those I claim to love. Our love and compassion are so limited but our capacity for anger and hatred so large. Man feeds on violence: Rome had its gladiator entertainment, there has been war and genocide throughout human history, our “civilized” society kills the innocent in the womb and produces individuals that go on shooting rampages. I’m sure a hundred years from now, if mankind survives itself, people will look back and consider us “barbaric”.
blood red tulip buds
bulbs split, leaf swords thrust upward
blossoms burst open
Mish asks us to write about “faith” in broad sense for haibun Monday at dVerse Poets.
a poem in my pocket 
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