Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Like Dead Trout

Check out Scot Young's latest poem here

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Smoke and Bodies

Moving through the bodies that travel my mornings I am sorry to learn of Tom’s death. He and my father, all skating out of the comfort of home....more@ http://www.tidingsofmagpies.blogspot.com

Grandma's Little Sister

Back in the days when chimes told time in Grandma's place my brother an me patiently would wait for the moment to come by when we could escape her watchful eye As we roamed the halls from the closed off wing ancestors watching from their golden frames one picture in particular would draw us close a little girl with a turned up nose portrayed playing on the beach just like when we saw her both that magical day we went swimming in the cove All afternoon ... entire poem

Ode to Shutters

One counterclockwise turn rotates the pin into the latch, locking the doors into place, and the overlapping slats begin their work: Read the rest at Laughing Dove Poems

Thursday, April 24, 2008

How dark the night

The dream of living without restriction; The constant pursuit of shifting desires. [more]

Nothing to Nature

Can you see the tides coming in as clearly as I can?
We've both been swimming out a long time now,
but now we have to float a moment,
taper our efforts,
and enjoy a deserved rest in the midday sun.
Then we'll quickly dart with the current,
letting it nudge us deftly back to shore,
embracing whatever we find when we get there.

Read the rest at www.Kelley-Online.com

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Spring dawning

A pale flower glowing upon awakened branches; Defiant in a smear of tarmac and concrete paving. A portly pigeon pulling on its delicate petals, Sacrificing its beauty on the altar of survival. [more]

Monday, April 21, 2008

Is There Any Poetry To Be Found In This Day

Is there any poetry to be found in this day? Waking to a hazy grey light and another day of impending snow, The night spent warm and sleepy. more...http://www.tidingsofmagpies.blogspot.com

The King Of Poetry Hill

I never thought I'd say it.
It's lonely at the top
for when you finally get there
you find you cannot stop.
Don't stop now!

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Desert Of My Heart

In the desert of my heart past loves are left to wither Their bones scattered ... entire poem

Take Me Back....The Ivy And The Tree

http://www.beloveddreamer.com/2008/04/take-me-backthe-ivy-and-tree.html By Melanie Bishop

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Poetry in Blue

Like ballerinas
Unfolding graceful music
Lifting faces up
Pansies sway in sunny light
Rivaling glittering stars.

Jo's Blog

Back On The Farm

My rooster crows, "Hey, welcome home.
Why did you leave us here alone?
We feared that you might not be back
and worried you might stray off track."

"It was just two days," Said the older hen.
"And now he's here like he's always been.
You complained, he told you what to do

Please continue reading the conversation I had with my chickens.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Pictures Painted

The clouds open up like a storybook,
wet pages spilling heaven's ocean,
audible, crashing, splashing on the street.
Sunlight casts a glow of rich amber
through each droplet, cascading endlessly.

I lay back on a bedspread of so many years
quilted from my love, your laughter, our prayers.
The sun shines through the window glass
and projects the wet cloud tears,
golden, on my skin and across the bed.

read the rest at Kelley-Online.com
you are
fingers stroking keys,
stroking
stroking hope into me
you are.
Read more at The Shores of My Dreams

The Keyhole

Poets, We

We stand as one singing in hues of gold
surrounded by a forest dark and deep.
Through our souls eternal words shall be told
Utterances, both you and I shall weep.

Observances of life in ringing chimes.
Emotions speaking, no hesitation.
Dreams dodging nightmares, chronicling our times.
Life in full blast, unknown destination.
Continue

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Friday, April 18, 2008

Cloud falling

The world is laughing at you Make sure you don’t listen Dream of another place Close your mind to it all [more]

Daises

Sometimes, where I am
was never in a plan,
a route to lead me oh so far from here
and sometimes when you're near
I want to disappear,
take you hand an lead you where you fear.

Run away with me.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

1 o'clock

Feeling edgy A little stomach crawl Shivering fingers Clothes don’t feel your own [more]

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

pain to peace

muck to mire. stone to fire. clouds, aloud, call down the sky. William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Deep In Our Eyes

deep in our eyes By Melanie Bishop

Hounds at a Stable Door

Lingering near yearning blue sky
Hounds at a stable door crying.
Massive limbs tensed waiting to play
Plaintive cries mixed with dog-spying. More

Black Sun

Black sun of dawn and dusk,
Stripped of rosebud pink and the balm of amber:
You would be awesome if you did not also
...More
Wrote this as I read Oliver Sacks' The case of the colour blind painter

Monday, April 14, 2008

Writer's Block

Having trouble with this poem a day thing? Read Scot Young's Writer's Block.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Miami Whitewater

7 April 2008 When last walked these trails we found the carcass of a young deer lying in the creek bed with her neck heartbreakingly arched and her face turned up towards the sky. It was a dry summer that year... more at http://www.tidingsofmagpies.blogspot.com

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Quilts

After seas forgot to swim, bees forgot to buzz,
boring days came after this, each day
creating the same landscape, a fox,
depressed, hunting near an old willow,
exploring unknown cities, providing improv
for any and all passersby, like a bureau
greeting attention with open drawers, an orbit
holding strangers with yellow journalism magazines,
iambic pentameter influencing the reader,
joyful stressed and unstressed syllables, Iraq
killing population and currency, the fox’s lip
lays all this out on a pile of leaves, a worn tuxedo
makes your eyes look past his lust for a human,
now, see the curved tooth, biting his lip, the sum
of his looks detracts you, this is his magical

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Friday, April 11, 2008

Discovery: Take Seven

Some will say, "Come fly with me,"
but only let you down
while others beg, "Take me along,"
while holding to the ground.
Discover something.

Nothing to Fear

My mouth is a sealed envelope. They glued the flap down and drove staples through my tongue... more

Innocence

Youthful singing fills white night
Circling round peaceful dove in flight
Convinced of Love's magnificence
In their lofty beneficence
Who will tell them the truth?
In their lofty beneficence
Convinced of Love's magnificence
Circling round peaceful dove in flight
Youthful singing fills white night
JO's Blog

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Philosophy

burrow deeper into the fur
it's what they expect
let’s climb these strands
I want to stare god in the eyes,
listen to the world turn
and when you shatter
take a breath and tell him
I never missed a moment

The tiniest crack

Through the tiniest crack There is a light shining The glimpse of a life beyond A delicate trace of you [more]

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Istanbul - Above the Ring

Eminönü jumps up its vowels in a hurry out from the Golden Horn. It's not a place to dawdle waving one's hands effetely over the slender minarets trying to uncork the sky...

Read the rest at Sideways Station.

Monday, April 7, 2008

One Mile Out

Read Scot Young's One Mile Out

Discovery: Take Three

De plane, de plane, they see de plane but do they feel the rhyme of propellers whirling oh so fast and the spark plug keeping time? Continue

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Residential Facility

The brick walls are mellow in the sun. The avocado-colored hallways smell of gasoline and disinfectant. more...

Drafted

As I waved you smiled your brave face but shiny pearls falling gave you away even from afar Hard droplets of ... entire poem

The Mule and The Firefly

“And who are you?” asked the Mule
“Explain your status, your purpose, your kin –
... More

Friday, April 4, 2008

It's All Relative: Poetry Prompt Theme - Family Members

I've posted a new limerick and haiku prompt, and the theme is relatives. I hope you'll stop by to read about a crazy relative in my family and that you'll be inspired to write your own family-themed poetry. Thanks!

Teach me

Gasoline tanks filled with piss,
love letters sent to the wrong address,
calluses roughed up, like avocados,
across the hemisphere in another city,
only miles, but years away,
ceilings closing down,

More
translucent memories
quiver
when I hear
Read the rest of His Little Girl at The Shores of My Dreams.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Nature's Heart

Birds await
perched on swaying trees
whisper chirps
welcoming
sultry nods
of approaching Spring
twirling in her grace.
Mating time.
Flamboyancy reigns
...More...

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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Summers By The Shore

Car crash

I think I lost you in a car crash. I don’t remember now. I woke up dreaming again, [more]

Sonnet to Me

It's me again, just me, alone with Spot.
She cooks, serves food, yet turns her back again.
This empty room reminds me what I'm not,
namely, a man complete without the pain.

I talk, I smile, I give my love flowers.
Fine clothes, fresh scents, grooming impeccable,...more

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Poet Laureate Of The Blogosphere

The time has finally come to nominate the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere...

An Ode To Alexander Hamilton

We all get what we deserve one way or another,
But you, you bastard, weren’t worth the bother;
Your Mercantile philosophy
Was a tasteless recipe
Read the rest of the poem at World Class Poetry Blog

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