Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
A Girl Named Eureka
that's right, the vacuum cleaner.
She wasn't named by her father
Monday, January 28, 2008
Fire At The Steak And Shake
pretty girls in slight attire,
while across the street, Panera,
he was dreaming of a fire;
Saturday, January 26, 2008
The Hesitant Farmer
in muddy earth terms
laced with mediocre intentions
while each leaf traces lines of worry
drawn from my troubled lips
and my green fruit turns orange
colored by embarrassing vagaries in my mind
as I weather demanding storms of summer
and change my mind along with autumn leaves.
Friday, January 25, 2008
The Creature That Ate Alotaus
lived a creature folks called Trashapotamas,
who ate all their trash, ate their garbage up too,
so Alotaus, it always was shiny and new.
All the people who lived in Alotaus
were happy to feed Trashapotamas.
They tossed out their trash where they used it last,
on the streets and the yards of Alotaus.
Feed the trashapotamas.
Poetics: The 7 Essential Elements Of Poetry
Thursday, January 24, 2008
The Calm Before The Storm
a truck had mashed him flat.
The Burger King called for the hit,
said, "I've had enough of that."
Taco John stood just outside
the white castle of the king,
said, "Wow, these guys, they play real rough,
I hope nobody sings...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
"you once said "inscription masks the face that should be ours" - were these the patterns you had spoken of? integrated with made up intent...
Monday, January 21, 2008
Cigar: A Poem Written On Smoking Iraqi Soil
Saturday, January 19, 2008
No Poems Tonight
I don't feel like rhythm and rhyme,
I don't feel like verses or meter;
or syllables counted in time.
I don't feel like writing in free verse
Friday, January 18, 2008
swish past trees of rugged bark.
Sound remains preoccupied, smothered in snow.
Only pine needles fidget, whimpering green.
Spooky quiet, early morning still,
Oh, that frigid winter spirit!
My spine tingles, lurking chilly spirit
icy fingers tapping notes of winter
up my back, and yet all is still
like those brooding trees with dull bark.
Whispers flow from only remaining green
poking through mounds of snow.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Poetics Vs. Politics: I Just Have This To Say About That
Sharon Brogan posted a poem on her website and received some feedback. It’s an excellent poem. It grabs you right from the beginning:
Read what I really think at World Class Poetry Blog.
Don’t those pollsters know that married women lie in the presence of their husbands?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I am, at best, a shoulder to lean on
I wish that I could will your fence to mend
And see you standing tall and proud, my friend
Cold shadows block your view and make you blind
To all the beauty captured by your rhyme
Blogsboro Poetry Club Widget Now On Facebook
So far over 22 people have installed the Blogsboro Poetry Club Widget to their blogs, websites, desk tops and homepages such as iGoogle. Hopefully adding Facebook will bring us many more subscribers.
Also, be sure to thank Gigi Reynard for installing the poetry club widget on her blog.
Monday, January 14, 2008
You Can Get There
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Hide and Seek
Lean on floors of rust
Blanketing the ground
Until the child's found
except when he was blue,
except when he was blazing red
or some forgotten hue;
except for when he turned to black
Poetry Potpourri, Volume 2
Looking for a place to publish your chapbook? Try Shadowbox Press.
Talking Heads’ David Byrne discusses indie music and how artists can control their own destiny. Much of this applies to literary artists as well.Get more air freshener at World Class Poetry Blog.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Mary Had A Little Lamb
who fleeced me for some snow.
Seems Mary had a habit
the lamb was sure to know.
World Class Poetry Potpourri
Mary Oliver's "Cold Poem" Shows Us Our Own Sweet Devouring
You Call That Poetry?
Is anyone else as unimpressed by About.com’s poetry page as I am?
Seriously, the list of best 2007 poetry books leaves a lot to be desired. Only half the books on the list are even worth considering. Then there’s the silliness of Aram Saroyan. And what do Bob Holman and Margery Snyder have to say about him?Find out at World Class Poetry Blog.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
staring out through fractured haze.
Fractured moments in fractured time
bring fractured dreams and fractured rhyme.
Fractured nights I spent alone...
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
the girls thought him the rage
opened his book to read
slurring every page.
I asked my date, "Why is it Dear,
these girls all love this drunk?"
I Stand for You
Monday, January 7, 2008
McCruncher Comes To Town
a tall one he poured down.
Said, "Forget the fat, my patty's flat
and about this big around.
I know you think I'm bragging
so I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll drag the fish fillet in back
and make her scream it's true.
See the horror!
Sunday, January 6, 2008
swinging 'round and 'round the pole;
Hot Panini, they were grooving
playing R&B and Soul,
but there behind bright lights
hid by curtains in the back
the Bagels and Panera Kids
were planning their attack.
get a taste of that.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Love Is In The Air
Friday, January 4, 2008
Limerick & Haiku Prompts
The Ballad Of The Bitch In Black
a Commando it was called.
850 cc to some degree
punched-out to make her scald.
Dressed all in black, tuned ports a fact,
twin carbs built by Mikuni.
To ride her it took nerves of steel
or perhaps to be quite loony.
Are you man enough to ride the bitch?
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Poetry, Politics, Smoking, And Sex -
My Favorite Things
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Fast Food Road Trip
Taco drove the bus.
Wendy stayed up late night
always causing a big fuss.
Mandarin, she got out somewhere around Loch Mallad.
Caesar cried, “I’m hungry.”
Will Caesar ever eat again?
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
with faces filled with scorn.
I may not be the shiniest,
I may be somewhat worn