12.30.2015

Resolutions

Looking forward
one eye lined with kohl
stelliferous & blinky
to fires planned
bones
to be broken in the new year

12.25.2015

12.23.2015

Big Pile O' Books




12.20.2015

Be Forgot

Moment
not to be forgot
in fact whole worlds
are built
upon its import

Small girl
sits alone
in a church vestibule
while adult women chat
adjacent

Oh just
leave her there
she’s pouting
Leave her alone
she needs to learn

Small girl
alone in a vestibule
to be forgot
as women’s laughter
fades

For Karin’s prompt to the Real Toads: TAKE TWO AND SING
(Using the words “be forgot” from Auld Lang Syne)

12.14.2015

Heart Container

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Bathymetry

Energy
welcoming
slack water stillness
easy tide
preceding
gravitational fancy
washing clout to shore

Seven lines for Kerry’s form challenge: IN A GRAIN OF SAND

 
O Come All Ye Poetry Faithful
(and Those of Little Faith)
to the Thirsty Mind in South Hadley!
Hear Ye, Hear Ye! THIS Tuesday 12/15!


12.07.2015

Slugabed

Love is
morning chats
while you
are still asleep
but conversant

Plans for the day
when we return again
what’s for dinner
all of which
will be repeated
when you
are actually awake

Love is
not taking advantage
making lists for later
all the mundane shit
repeated
this morning
tomorrow morning
every day
Love is


Quite a pair for Flash 55 Plus in the Imaginary Garden.

11.30.2015

Lollygagging

Many
 savory
      morsels await
   patient tongues
Wagging’s
   frowned upon here
Prizes bestowed
      on the dunce
   who keeps his mouth shut


For Bjorn's weekend prompt to the Real Toads: WAITING

And here it is, #30 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans. Whew! Not too late to celebrate this achievement with me by making a contribution of any amount. Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement throughout this month. And now it's Monday morning, carry on and have a badass week, friends! Scribble poems like no one is watching! xoxo

11.29.2015

Spinning

Ear
   plugs
might help
  to avoid
permanently lost
  auditory functioning
from the never-ending concert
     of bad news cycle


#29 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!

Mad Poetry

Writing
by the number
in a chaos of kids
and life and news
and of course cats
seems impossible.
Wouldn’t it be great
to poem by number--
metaphor here,
enjambment over there,
or fill-in-the-blank
like Mad Libs
(no adjectives)
and voilĂ !
Your point is made,
beautifully expressed.
All done, well done, finis.


#28 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans! Running out of steam over here, uh oh.

11.28.2015

Swallowing

Swallowing
in the din of inhumanity
about women and doctors and workers
who deserve to be gunned down
families who are turned away
to certain death in plastic boats
because they threaten our way of life
there’s so much to protect here
cheap electronics
plastic shit and freedom fries
the right to be gunned down by cops
or lunatics
each one is somebody’s hero
I’m speechless
powerless
retreating for solace in a book of verse
remembering how naively I thought
our children would enjoy more freedoms
I don’t know what else to write


#27 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans 

11.26.2015

Kimono

Passerby
dream-treader
you floated to me
itinerant
free
crouched
Indian-style
the earth at your ear
presented gifts
of yourself
I learned to keep
for myself
with no apology

#26 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans 

11.25.2015

Primitive Reflex

They say
when one window shuts
another opens
when one passes
a new soul is born
but we come
crying
into this cold world
alone
as we leave
and it’s too cold
for that open window
after dark
too lonely for tears


For Fireblossom’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: DREAD

11.24.2015

Rant Ad Nauseam

I feel a rant coming on
about how entitlement
drips and spreads and sullies
everything. Today it’s about guys
who think their stones are so big
that they can say any damn thing
to anybody. Even to a woman
who says I don’t like you
and don’t talk to me and stop
contacting me. Even that woman,
or especially that woman.
Entitled bastards sure know
how to sully up lovely things,
I’ll give you that much. Nice going.
Now fuck off, entitled bastard.
No doubt tomorrow
I’ll have a new subject for ranting.

Whew, that feels better. Sometimes this shit just writes itself. Nonetheless I'm counting this as #24 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!

11.23.2015

Monday Morning Breaks

Morning breaks on crooked arm,
From dreams I resist sun.
(Wake, wake, you slugabed,
Work needs to be done.)

Very greatly, lassitude
Tethers me to bed.
(But without your work-a-day
Children won’t be fed.)

In a slumber well intact
Fortunes visit me.
(To collar me in dream-land
They beg on bended knee.)

Sleep-dismissing day and work,
Spirits drag me down.
(You’ve no use for daylight.
Sink, sink and drown.)

Last-ditch fury, roil the quilts
Of my tender sleep.
(May as well stop fighting.
Laugh, laugh the deep.)


#23 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans, styled after a poem titled "In Arcady" by William Cosmo Monkhouse (1840-1901).

11.22.2015

Milkman

Yesterday
our veins ran with it
In an hour
anxiety will stick
like leeches on the brain
Right now
let’s invite the plaque
to settle in
clog our valves
with the milk of our marriage
Constrict
Conserve
Color

#22 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans. For Margaret's Play It Again prompt to the Real Toads featuring Bjorn's TIME TRAVEL

Etiquette for Every Day

What if the proper etiquette
for this
   my denouement,
requires obnoxious pandering
        accepting reprimand

Instead of shuffling
          downturned eyes
the earth to glare upon
I’ll rise in solidarity
         and be already gone

#21 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans! I'm *slightly* behind but will catch up. Eek!