Valentine Virgin

I’m not searching 

for my other half 

my better half 

I’m not a half 

Not Miss Right 

not Miss Right Now 

Truth is a virus 

so is love 

can’t keep it locked up 

can’t keep it in lock down 

I’m hanging up my faith 

I am searching for ascension 

I want to be caught up 

in the rapture 

of reality 

My life is the light 

that lights me up 

Whole unto myself 

April 30, 2020

Day 30 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 24 of 100

#The100DayProject

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Used Care Dealership

I need to find myself

a care giver

someone to give a care

so I don’t have to

A used care dealer

someone who’s hit many roads

wheeled and dealed

many a heart

My bumper

my shopper

my steady hand

and coherent words

Then I can sit in back

relax

ignore the way

and be chauffeured

to the grave

in my barely used life

April 29, 2020

Day 29 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 23 of 100

#The100DayProject

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The Drops In April's Showers

A sleeping father 

there 

but never present 

A quiet man 

grand 

but never grandiose 

A noisy woman 

negative 

but never neglectful 

A vain mother 

mercurial 

but never merciful 

Memory’s rain on the mental roof of my mind 

All of you 

are always there 

April 28, 2020

Day 28 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 22 of 100

#100DayProject

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Poetry And Politics

Strangers and not strangers 

just the strange 

Give me a second 

I have to file my complaints 

Clean and antiseptic 

clean does not always mean pleasant 

Paying for poison at the polls 

Working the angels 

flying across the page 

with their quills 

Looking for inspiration in all the wrong places 

a house covered in white 

and filled with blackness 

It’s a difficult swallow 

the bullshit tells oneself 

to accept another’s bullshit 

Ethical elasticity 

and a shingles shot 

As one rules the world 

the other gives it reason 

to keep turning 

April 27, 2020

Day 27 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 21 of 100

#The100DayProject

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What Scars Are Made From

Every parental slap 

more about the parent than the child 

Every bully’s cruelty 

you’re silently told is your fault 

when you’re taught to defend 

and they are not taught to stop 

Every lover who said 

one thing 

and did another 

so they could 

do you 

Every word you feared to say 

every word you said 

that brought you fear 

Every action 

stupidly done 

every action 

lazily left undone 

Stupidity 

Fear 

Laziness 

the cross-links of every mark 

seen 

and 

unseen 

carried on 

and within 

the body 

within 

the life 

April 26, 2020

Day 26 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 20 of 100

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The Tools Of Cruel Scribbles

The scrape of graphite 

deep as space 

no matter how sharp the cut 

time fades the pain 

the words do not last 

The bleed of carbon black 

dark as yesterday’s soot 

holds the line 

ignores the clock 

the words haunt you forever 

April 25, 2020

Day 25 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 19 of 100

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Bowels Of Our Discontent

The things we ingest 

suddenly 

forcefully 

sharp and deep 

down with a point 

a stick 

you didn’t even know was still there 

it burns 

the bile of foolishness 

the burning of fear 

the heavy air of the unknown tomorrow 

slithers hard 

through entrails 

stirred with memories 

and blurry visions 

blocking both 

up and down 

proving the old adage 

idiots and assholes 

control the body 

and rule the world 

April 24, 2020

Day 24 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 18 of 100

#The100DayProject

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The Shape Of Lust

The L is firm and hard and pointed directly at you 
The U is an open cauldron craving to be filled with fire
The S is the weaving of bodies around and through each other
The T is crossed with the embrace of fulfillment
April 23, 2020

Day 23 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

NaGloPoWriMo prompt: Today’s prompt (optional, as always) asks you to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Doesn’t “S” look sneaky and snakelike? And “W” clearly doesn’t know where it’s going! Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem.

Day 17 of 100

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Merchant Of Chaos

Quiet kettle 

low 

percolating 

constant 

simmer 

With a sudden unexpected trigger 

expands 

blows 

boils 

over 

Becomes a black cauldron 

burning 

breaking 

down 

long 

work 

And only one 

stirs 

only one 

is 

to 

blame 

There is only 

one 

witch 

in 

this 

poor man’s 

Scottish play 

April 22, 2020

Day 22 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 16 of 100

#The100DayProject

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Everything's Borrowed

The sound of inspiration 

a pen click 

The cause of inspiration 

the heat of life 

Everything’s burned before you 

Borrowed wings 

still fly 

just make sure 

you never turn 

the barbules to wax 

April 21, 2020

Day 21 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 15 of 100

#The100DayProject

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The Best Laid

Connecting the dots 

the spectacles 

the pockmarks 

bricks in the way 

highways 

byways 

walked on 

tripped on 

they bring me around 

they bring me back 

they bring me down 

occasionally I get 

to where I want to go 

break my dreams 

break through to my dreams 

broken heart 

strength of heart 

hardened heart 

It’s all dots 

it’s all bricks 

connected and laid 

April 20, 2020

Day 20 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

Day 14 of 100

#The100DayProject

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Walk In My Mind

Walk in my living room 

walk in my mind 

Stuffed animals 

laughs 

tears 

loneliness 

friends 

of my childhood 

Electric moon light 

god 

goddesses 

all my faith 

and finally 

lack thereof 

Books and movies 

constant companions 

they take me through time and space 

next stop 

everywhere 

Pens and notebooks 

ah my fetishes 

I pull stories from myself 

sometimes with a caress 

sometimes with a beating 

I’m all in 

I’m all here 

around my room 

and in my mind 

the shortest path 

the longest walk 

April 19, 2020

Day 19 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

NaGloPoWriMo prompt: write a "walking archive": go on a walk and gather up interesting things, those things become your "walking archive".

Day 13 of 100

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Simplicity

Tranquility under a quilt 

on a sleep-in morn

The line from ear to neck

to shoulder to arm
on a lovely
and loving
man 

The smell of hot tea 

the warmth of the cup 

The period at the end 

of a poem 

April 18, 2020

Day 18 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

NaGloPoWriMo prompt: write an ode to life's small pleasures.

Day 12 of 100

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Old Type

Late nights 

clickity-clack 

black ribbons 

clickity-clack 

tie-up my thoughts 

clickity-clack 

white tapes 

clickity-clack 

erase trial and error 

clickity-clack 

early light 

clickity-clack 

less than an hour before class 

clickity-clack 

hopefully my creative writing class will be electric 

April 17, 2020

Day 17 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

NaGloPoWriMo prompt: write a poem that features forgotten technology

Day 11 of 100

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Over The Top And Underwhelmed

You have pretty eyes 

You have a nice smile 

What’s said 

to the pretty 

average 

so the speaker 

can feel pretty 

nice 

about themselves 

April 16, 2020

Day 16 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

NaGloPoWriMo prompt: write a poem of over-the-top compliments. I went a different way.

Day 10 of 100

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Jump To The Rhythm Jump Jump To The Rhythm

On top of old smoky

the witch doctor

he told what to do

he said

let’s do the monster mash

let’s get physical

physical

he was a magic man

with endless love

of my Bette Davis eyes

he spun me round round

baby round round

just like a prayer

like an Englishman in New York
until a careless whisper

let me go crazy on you

and

that witchcraft

that wicked witchcraft

left my heart in San Francisco

partying like it was 1999

and

wow it was unbelievable

this sensual world

a piano in the dark

a hot child in the city

a mystery girl

with mysterious ways

nothing else matters

cause I’m a bitch

blessed with an enemy

I wear my armor

looking for my muse in this madness

Prometheus with fire

Hecate at the crossroads

and

the power of love

staves off the ways the world will end

though it’s too late to be saved

even in Atlanta

so the world and I

the beauty and the beast

interchangeable

we don’t fear the reaper

let’s dance

like the different

until it’s time to sleep

April 15, 2020

Day 15 of 30

National Global Poetry Writing Month

NaGloPoWriMo prompt: write a poem about your favorite kind of music. I decided to use titles and lyrics from songs I've liked over the years.

There's too many too link so I'm going with just title and singer (in order of use in poem):
Gonna Make You Sweat by C+C Music Factory

On Top Of Old Smoky by The Weavers

Witch Doctor by David Seville

Monster Mash by Bobby Pickett

Physical by Olivia Newton John

Magic Man by Heart

Endless Love by Diana Ross

Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes

You Spin Me Round by Dead Or Alive

Like A Prayer by Madonna

An Englishman In New York by Sting

Careless Whisper by George Michael

Crazy On You by Heart

Witchcraft by Frank Sinatra

Left My Heart In San Francisco by Tony Bennett

1999 by Prince

Wow by Kate Bush

Sensual World by Kate Bush

Piano In The Dark by Brenda Russell

Hot Child In The City by Nick Gilder

Mystery Girl by Roy Orbison

Mysterious Ways by U2

Nothing Else Matters by Metallica (and cover by Apocalyptica)

Bitch by Meredith Brooks

Armor by Sara Bareilles

Madness by Muse

Prometheus by Wendy Rule

Hecate by Wendy Rule

The Power Of Love by Frankie Goes To Hollywood

The Ways The World Will End by George Hrab

Too Late To Be Saved by Jordan Zevon

Atlanta by George Hrab

Beauty And The Beast by Stevie Nicks

Don't Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult (and cover by Jessica Haeckel)

Let's Dance by David Bowie

The Different by Melissa Elthridge

Sleep by Melissa Ethridge

Day 8 of 100

#The100DayProject

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