LAVISH GLOAMING




Lavish Gloaming



Sloughing off the day 

as the light 

burns away 

I strip down 
removing what time 
has covered me in 


and step into 

rain 

tears 

whatever I need 

my evening cleaning 
to be 

Exfoliating 
fresh 
focused 

Ready to dream 
to wake 
to start 
renewed

April 30, 2017

NaPoWriMo2017 prompt 30: write a poem about something that happens again and again.

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MONSTER














Monster

Made of all the parts
starlight
stardust
bones
blood
flesh
fever

Made with different passion
ego
envy
devious
desire
apathy
arrogance

Living with no distinctions
hungry
ubiquitous
mortal
alone
normal


April 29, 2017

NaPoWriMo2017 prompt 29: take a noun form a favorite poem, free write associations on that word for five minutes, create new poem. 


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NECROHISTRIOPHILIA



Necrohistriophilia

A fire captured on nitrate
dancing around a code of conduct
on pre-dawn stock
he added the color
painting by performance

He burns through time
burns through death
demanding attention
commanding respect
igniting desire
warming life

Heartbeats
professional and personal
echo and living
touching yet never touched
held together by present tense

Sentient in the moment
obsesses
sentient on the film
reeling
every caught breath
every clenched word
every captured touch
to be run
over
and over
again

till present tense
becomes past

and the only thing left
is transferred to digital

April 28, 2017

NaPoWriMo2017 prompt 18: write a poem that incorporates a neologism (a made-up word). 

My neologism - 

Necrohistriophilia
(neck-row-hiss-tree-oh-fill-ee-ah)

from - 

Necro: those that are dead
Histrio: actor
Philia: abnormal liking for

meaning -

obsessed with a deceased actor

Google search results for Necrohistriophilia: did not match any documents.

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EATING LIFE


Eating Life



The strong sweetness

of favorite songs

The solid sourness
of duties done

The sharp saltiness
of nibbling on books

The bass bitterness
of deep losses

The sound savoriness
of luscious bites into a heart


April 27, 2017

NaPoWriMo2017 prompt 27: write a poem that explores your sense of taste.

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STARS AT NIGHT



Stars At Night



The mundane

the magical

the madness

in the grounded dwellings that protect
in the bright swirls through nocturnal darkness
in the green spires aiming too high


April 26, 2017


NaPoWriMo2017 prompt 24: poem inspired by a work of art.

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A SMALL SPACE


A Small Space

How a species continues



How half a species is supposed to act

to speak
to dress
to tolerate

A tunnel of flesh
pleasure in
life out

that which bleeds
in so many ways

that which dies
in so many ways

Told to accept
the limitations
told to accept
the violations
as the natural order

Plug it up

Plug
us 

up

April 25, 2017

NaPoWriMo prompt 25: write a poem that explores a small, defined space.

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DEMARCATES


Demarcates

My Mr. Hyde
always behind
the light

My Dorian Gray portrait
painted with
the absence of color

My only visual
of the enemy within
transported by sun beam

Is that what
you are of me
a black-hole body outline
that widens and lengthens
by day
with my hidden doings
by night

Would you fall
to nothingness
if there was 
only night

Would I burn
to nothingness
if there was
only day

You are my shade
I am your pale silhouette
neither whole

April 24, 2017

Creative Writing Now prompt 4 - write about your shadow.

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NIGHT BIRDS


Night Birds

I’ve stayed up
deep into the dark
trying to find
the proper order
for words

and I’ve been kept company
by hours of avian conversation 

It’s a busy city
outside my window
multiple voices
multi-lingual

the exchange of information
the best trees to next
the best lawns for insects
the best parks for seeds

Do they gossip about us
Do they pass on stats
of which will feed them
and which they should
toilet their windshield

Do they ever shut up

Do we

April 23, 2017

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UNDER A CONSTELLATION OF CRANBERRY CONTRADICTION


Under A Constellation Of Cranberry Contradiction



Demure and decorous by day

under an amber moon

that shone red across the stars

we bamboozled our way

into the secret library
Filled with a bloodlust for knowledge
we pulled every tome on our bibliography
and took them out
to read and share
by a bonfire
deep in the embrace
of their mother forest


April 22, 2017

Creative Writing Now prompt 17 - Write a poem that includes these words: bamboozled, bloodlust, bibliography. Have the title included one of these words: contradiction, constellation, cranberry.

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THE SECRET TO A LONG MARRIAGE


The Secret To A Long Marriage

After a surgery to clear
a lifetime of bacon and eggs
from aging arteries
my anesthesia-drunk grandfather
wanted to share
his Doctor’s graffiti 
with his wife and daughter

So he whipped off
his post-op bed sheet
to reveal
not just the Doctor’s work
but Nature’s as well
with not even a thin, hospital johnny
to act as treasure chest
for his family jewels

My grandmother created
new shades of red

My mother
turned to her mother
and said

“So
that’s
why
you
stayed
with
him
all
these
years”

April 21, 2017

Image is of my grandparents (married 57 years).

THE LIGHT OF THE DAWN


The Light Of The Dawn

He loved them
those confused
beautiful creatures
his brother brought to life
to feed his hideous vanity

He dove into the dawn
to escape his sibling’s
forced ignorance

And others followed him

Now his brother breathed dust
gave it intelligence
but not knowledge
split it in two
granted self-awareness
but not education

They had such potential
those dark, strong beings
but no spark
to thaw their blind faith

So he hid
facts in fruit
disguised himself
as a loner snake
climbed a tree
and spoke to them
the truth
sweet as honey

And they ate

And they ran 
from his angry brother
furious that he
would have to work harder
to quiet his hunger

He’d help them
in his next form
he’d give them fire 

April 20, 2017

Creative Writing Now prompt 8 - write a poem using all of the following words: snake, honey, thaw.

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FIRST BIRTH


First Birth

Nothing
a blink
another
more

Then movement
swimming
expanding
stretching the edges
of nothing
into a sea of something

Growing
center filling
more creation

Exploding 
everything
existing
spreading
like galloping horses
becoming

becoming

still becoming

April 19, 2017

NaPoWriMo2017 Day 19 prompt: write a creation myth.

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ONE FOOT IN


One Foot In

From medicine to missionary
in one divine evening
he altered his life
and hers

He molded her
not for love
of who she was
but who he wanted
her to be

A supportive shadow
the cloth of her life
kept dull
to quiet parish gossip
her home
an echo of pews
designed to bend
under the knees of others

Children
scriptually stifled
extended shadows
of the pastorial collar

He sermonized their moves
a shepherd with
new flocks
new meadows
reworn trials
reworn tribulations

A testament
to serial sacred

One day he stopped
and built a church
a home
out of twisted rumors

Finally
he gave

then pulled his bible
out from under them

All done for
the glory of god in
heaven

April 18, 2017

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GLORY ROAD


Glory Road

Land and loves split
along arbitrary lines

Bloated birds of prey
with their poisonous pellets

ripping apart hearths
throwing together hearts

So dark
the shadow of affection
is brighter 
than the ashen daylight

and when intimacy does come
even on the dusty keys
of tuned out pianos 
it runs to the core of the earth
with the blood

The songs of desperate passion
the dirges of slow, barbed death
serenade the brothers in bunkers
and hasty graves

Fathers and sons
mistresses and lovers
all die
along the way

April 17, 2017


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EVER YOURS, B.



Ever Yours, B.

He heard her through her work 
the promise of sunshine in a storm 
and he began to love her 
in letters 

She had been with him 
alone in her room 
in his works 
and now his lines 
embraced her 

She hesitated at his ink’s intensity 
for she knew her pages 
would not be many 

He did not care the amount 
as long as the book of their life 
was written full 
no margins 

So they left her invalid’s tomb 
and her father 
who wanted devotion to death 
and ran to wine and warmth 
their future’s poetry



April 16, 2017

Inspired by the NaPoWriMo Prompt: take your inspiration from the act of letter writing, in the form of a letter to a person place, thing, or in the form of back and forth correspondence,
the movie "The Barretts Of Wimpole Street",
and the book "The Love Letters Of Elizabeth Barrett & Robert Browning".
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LIKE THE DRINK

Like The Drink

Every light
pulled me into consciousness
as the house began to shake
I sat up
and saw him

A huge human
dark like a beautiful black hole
busting full of everything
and glowing with the aura
of sweet innocence

“Don’t you be scared now,”
he spoke in softness
as he knelt by my bed
“I just needs ya to watch over a friend.”

He smiled with purity of friendship
then left
taking the light
and stilling my world

I looked over the edge of my bed

“Mr. Jingles…”


April 15, 2017

Prompt #25: write a poem where a literary figure shows up and tells you something and/or gives you something.
Literary figure(s): John Coffey (and Mr. Jingles) from "The Green Mile" by Stephen King.

TWENTY FINGERS FREDDY


Twenty Fingers Freddy

Fredric March
loved all the ladies
but didn’t make any babies
and in front of his wife he was starch



April 14, 2017

NaPoWriMo2017 Prompt: write a clerihew: a 4 line biographical poem that satirizes a famous person.
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Title restructured from Claudette Colbert's story about Fredric March.
Second definition of starch used: a stiff, formal manner.