“Jane Richard” An evil simmers through the milling crowd; two brothers carry fire packed in urns. They relish killing with their hate endowed; they take the innocent and try to burn. The evil fails to take Jane’s Irish, proud, but tries that little heart of dance that yearns. The hate enkindled by the fire allowed;…
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My Cousin Vinny’s Argument (form Roundeau Redouble`)
“My Cousin Vinny’s Argument” (form: Roundeau Redouble`) Of Possibility, there’s such a ruse: You must take care to make your choice today for choices in the past might cook your goose or choices made too late may doom your play. The Possible depends upon the way you pause or grab the moment, as would Zeus!…
Read More(Sestina) “Requiem for a Bedbug”
“Requiem for a Bedbug” “Delicious Morsels, Edible Earth For Bed Bugs”, blink signs tonight in this *Paris. “Let them eat Earth, they shall bite me no more!” Marie, named Antoinette , she snored a while as little vampires ate her, banquet style. Now comes the dawn, a sorry sight; en masse of Bed Bugs dead,…
Read MoreDay Eleven April Pad Challenge
No Giggling Allowed” In case you giggle while in church; (my friend elbows me way too much) You dare not look or glance her way lest sinful howl; disastrous day! Your mom has half-turned in her seat her eyes now dare you sound or peep! You swallow hard such loud guffaw; and inside feels like…
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“The Unbroken” Beneath this stone a broken heart: here, hidden, in this silent place, Low hangs brave moss this tree imparts a shining grace Where once my youthful boaster beamed and I did kiss him ‘pon his mouth. He laughed at all our broken dreams that did go south. But O, if I could love…
Read MoreSuffering theme ; pad for 10 April
Suffered Enough There’s sadness in the curtain’s final scene; That cup has quenched your candle in the wind. There’s catatonic rest in “might have been” And in your vacant room, a vacuumed din. You saw it in your lover’s troubled eyes the evil gripping him a bit quite mad: your blame now past as withered…
Read More“Upon Viewing Diana” (theme for 9 April: the hunter or hunted)
Upon Viewing “Diana the Huntress” by Giampietrino at the Metropolitan Diana, Huntress, breathes now at the Met; Da Vinci’s pupil thus bestowed to all. Once seen her placid world, I’ll not forget her innocence is beauty that enthralls. This marbled creature stands aloof and pure perfection for the eye and of her sheaf; no leaf…
Read More“Thirty-Five Miles Per Hour”
“Thirty-Five Miles Per Hour” The winter gone; bluebonnets peep their heads among a broken fence-line, near a sign. This ground now hallowed, they will bloom instead in wild confusion for a heart that’s blind. For those who do not see the need for pause; for those who do not heed the gift of life. The…
Read More“Sevenling (Such beauty is…)
(Titles not required, a Sevenling should be titled Sevenling followed by the first few words in parentheses The tone should be mysterious, offbeat or disturbing, giving a feeling that only part of the story is being told. The poem should have a certain ambience which invites guesswork from the reader. “Sevenling” (such beauty is) Such…
Read More“Ships”
We pass, like strangers, quickly down our hall. His night shift over, sun will speed his sleep. No pity has the morn for me to stall; It’s time to take the baby to his keep. To work and to the sitter; life’s a sigh! But on my coffee table, there’s a note where I must…
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