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Monday, May 2, 2016

LINES - a few minutes past midnight - May 2.........................



Shakespeare wrote lines
My friend Jennifer snorted them
We stood in lines to get food for our babies
While other mothers aborted them


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Saturday, April 30, 2016

April 30, 2016 - For today’s prompt, write a dead end poem.



I heard on the radio that railroad crossing bars
are stuck in the down position in SODO
where there’s a baseball game tonight and
Big Bertha is drilling a tunnel under Seattle,
moving the earth and shaking the land
causing the viaduct to be closed,
the whole purpose to make commuting easier
but right now everywhere you turn it’s a dead end.
Drivers give each other the one finger salute
and the sun shines on those who have no idea
where they put their sunglasses seven months ago.


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Friday, April 29, 2016

April 29, 2016 - For today’s prompt, write a haphazard poem.



a children’s’ story

down the rabbit hole
teacups rattle and teapots talk
heads are rolling and
minor disputes have turned into wars with
marching, shouting, slaughtering soldiers.
little girls, offered wine, eat
mushrooms and tablets
of questionable origin.
cats…
cats, mind you, excuse behavior with
“we’re all mad here”
AND it’s well known the best people usually are.
rabbits run, they truly RUN.
impossible things happen to the
curiouser and curiouser.
lazy, lascivious larvae smoke unknown substances.
and Disney has no problem with any of this

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Thursday, April 28, 2016

April 28, 2016 - For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Important (blank)"

IMPORTANT LOAN




When I speak of My House
My Street
My Neighbors
My Children
My Cat, My Dog, or the Birds in My Yard
I am commenting as a thief.
Innocently so, and yet….
These things are, none of them,
Mine.
For a short time I might embrace them, admire them, chase them, hug them,
Clean them, shun them, break them, mend them.
All these things are simply on loan
For my use, while I’m here;
And when I leave
I am expected to leave them in good condition,
Unharmed, repaired, cleaned up, left in their proper place.
The Mother allows us to borrow, make use of her things and
Treat her with respect and love.
She gives; we are to give back.
We have learned to kill and maim and sunder and sully.
We have tarnished, defiled, raped and stolen.
We are beggars, not choosers.
She will charge us with interest we cannot remit.
We are the stealing borrowers; borrowing thieves.

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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

April 27, 2016 - For today’s prompt, write a take off poem.

Montana
 
My daddy raised some hell in
Montana
until he was a wise guy at the age of
fourteen
and decided to take off
for parts unknown
and rode rails,
picked watermelon for pennies
and played his harmonica for company.
It was 1919.
People were lonely everywhere.

Daddy was deathly afraid of snakes and
all things that moved across
the face of the earth
without feet.
This would include
fire,
which scared him more than
rattlers.

He came back to Montana as a young man
And chased smoke for a living;
a dangerous pastime
that brought him to familiarity of deep fear
and profound courage.
Mother Nature, out of control.

My daddy was a humble man in many ways
but he could stand up to a fight
with little compunction
and was always on the side of
the underdog,
the Cinderella team,
the downtrodden.

Montana,
a place named for mountains ,
known for a vast sky;
where my daddy’s heart yearned
and his mind imagined.

My daddy was a Capricorn,
an earth sign,
as am I, a Virgo and
my mother, a Taurus.
These are feet that sense
the dense physical world.
Like Montana.

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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

April 26, 2016 - Write a love poem.............

REAL LOVE




I want to share this with you.
This time from far away and long ago.
How brilliant to remember
To remember the little things
The feel of my shoulder leaning into yours
The song we heard that morning at breakfast after we made the bed
Peering at each other over the continent of sheets and pillows. 


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Monday, April 25, 2016

April 25, 2016 - For today’s prompt, write an exercise poem. The poem could be about a specific exercise, or it could just incorporate exercising into the poem


It was an accident he said
Clearly unintended
It started out as just a game
But that’s not how it ended.

A summer morning, on a day,
That should have been for fun
Was turned completely upside down
When Billy found a gun.

The closet was a perfect hiding place
Nate didn’t make a sound
Breathing barely, standing still
He doubted he’d be found.

It turned out to be Nancy’s fault
Coming in from walking
She thought it odd with kids at home
There was no noise or talking.

She crept in on catlike feet
And snuck around a corner.
There was no one in this game
Assigned to yell or warn her.

There are two views presented here
That cause dividing fights;
One is the man who claims
He’s just exercising his rights;

The other side has a loss
Of no comparing sorrow,
To have a son or daughter
Who won’t wake up tomorrow.

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