posting poetic prose
04 Mar 2024 28 Comments
in quadrille, rhyming verse Tags: poetry, shakespeare, sleep, slumber, tea
slumber party hosted by famous bard?
i’ll sleep not a wink while genius sleeps hard
thoughts of sonnets and great theatrical works
poetic lore over snores, s’mores, and smirks;
in my warm flannels with hot cup of tea
i’ll dream of writing brilliant poetry!
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Punam hosts our quadrille prompt (44 words) with slumber party theme 🙂
05 Oct 2022 18 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dreamers, older, poetry, remodel, retirement
retirement arrived
finally unexpectedly
what does it mean??
too tired / put on new wheels
older & wiser (we can hope)
still too young to die!
(Lord willing)
got some good years ahead
to leave lasting imprint
(or learn at last to listen)
golden & embolden
dance a brave attempt
who cares / what
people think
be the real (old) you / me
restless dreamers
remodel our lives
unparalleled
committing
random acts of poetry
05 Jul 2017 3 Comments
in magnetic Tags: belly, insomnia, night, poetry, smoke
Created on Magnetic Poetry 😀
18 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in american sentence, scripture Tags: Athens, God, offspring, poetry
(written as “american sentences” of 17 syllables each)
Yes, Paul quoted poetry in his speech at the Areopagus —
As even your own poets have said, “For we are indeed his offspring” *
Athenians made many gods, even built an altar to “unknown god”.
(Ever wonder how people who knew so much, understood so little?)
Man cannot create God; his Spirit moves, unconfined to our image.
*from Cilician poet, Aratus, in Phaenomena, and also Cleanthes, in Hymn to Zeus.
Taken from historical/biblical account in Acts 17:16-31. Beth Moore’s Portraits of Devotion gives fresh insight (sentence #4 is hers).
06 Apr 2015 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: chicken, hen, poetry, poultry, turkey
TweetSpeak Poetry celebrates April as National Poultry (Poetry) Month!
I think that I will never see a thing as
lovely as a turkey (struttin’ his stuffin’)
Writing poultry means lots of scratching
and requires a bit of gravel in the gizzard.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
She wanted to be poultry in motion.
Fine feathered friends don’t let hens
drive drunk to live poultry slams…
Concerned about April 30th, Poultry in
my Pocket Day? Find a cute chick!
07 Mar 2014 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: espresso, manifesto, poetry
memory of menopausal aunt road raging
at unaware defenseless drivers
holy guacamole! eager tongue reaching
to taste zestfully smooth inspiration
aghastly entangled gordian knot yielding
only to sharpened double-edged entendre
first thoughts bright butterfly winging
free ’til inner editor second-guesses.net
crystalline flute trio recital melting
winter slushy to wild refreshing rivulets
jealously tuxedoed orcas screaming
bloody murder at deaf penguins
hysterical moment when ulysses s. granting
amused moose mousse “pre-approval”
…in chocolate denim with shot of espresso, of course.
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maybe a little too much “expresso” today…i’m a poet in the larval stage,
misfitting any specific movement, and ambivalent about a manifesto…
i simply write because i’m compelled to by an inner creative urge!
a poem in my pocket 
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