Studly and I are watching Pawn Stars. In this episode a buxom young woman takes a vintage video game into the store to sell to the guys. Studly thinks the young woman is a “real cutie.”
I respond, “She’s not that hot. She just has big boobs”
Then Studly says,
“That’s a great first step
In the right direction
To give a guy
A huge erection.”
He followed this statement with, “see, you’re not the only poet in the family.”
Just shoot me, okay?
Softly tapping foot
Should signal my impatience
Yet here I still wait.
Drumming fingers, too provide
A clue I’m restless.
However no relief comes.
Waiting still. Patience.
Grasshopper, you sneak
Gobbling up every leaf
Destroying gardens
But you, too must eat to live
Just dine elsewhere, please.
i am cat
fear me
worship me
rub my tummy
Cat in charge
Look at me, oh human
And despair
For I am feline.
My senses are heightened
My claws sharpened
My meows on key.
Resistance is futile.
Peace, people!
I. Around the corner
Lurk petals ready to bloom.
Spring where have you been?
II. When robin first sings
All nature stops to listen
Welcome back my friend!
III. My heart is stirred by
Lengthening days, earth’s rebirth,
Warmth of soil and sun.
The Kiss by David Walker
I’ll pose to you two
Questions posed to me
Does love remember?
Does time have meaning?
If he said today I’ll love you forever
Would that mean anything?
Would he remember after
We tangled over jealousy
And hurt feelings?
Would love conquer all?
Would the time we spent
Loving mean anything or
Would it be wasted?
I don’t think I could bear that,
That what we’ve had
Becomes meaningless.
Better not to have loved
At all
In spite of what the
Poets say.
Would Naismith get a kick out of
All the fuss surrounding his game?
Sixty-four teams (not counting the play-ins)
Split into compass directions:
Midwest,
East,
South, and
West.
I spend hours painfully
Using logic and following
Instincts, tracking down
Statistics and looking at
Home court advantages.
Jayhawks here, Wildcats there.
Duke, Gonzaga, Georgetown,
Longhorns, and Bears.
It’s hard to keep my heart from
Ruling my head, but
My bracket fills rung by rung
Until the ladder has but one name
In the center box.
A champion!
Iowa State, the Cyclones,
A three seed to win it all.
The perfectly completed bracket.
Of course, they fell to a fourteen seed in
Round one.
Dammit.
Peace, people!
In response to The Daily Post’s daily prompt: if you could live anyplace else on earth where would it be? There is no doubt where I’d go.
I. Give me salt and sea
Let me wake to ocean’s roar
Guide my steps in sand.
II. Relentless waves shrug
Nudging shells onto soft sand
Here are her treasures.
III. Sunset on ocean
Mist caressing horizon
Capturing the light.
Peace, People!
Closing my tired eyes
I seek only peaceful sleep
Yet I am restless.
Picture By Stasiab
Wide awake at ten
Yawning bone tired yet alert. Sleep refuses me.
Lullabies might help
Come, softly sing to me love
Help me fall asleep.
I. Heart beats, races on
Barely restrained, uncontained
Then forever shelved.
Illustration by Travis Bedel
II. She sometimes wonders
Had she chosen differently
Would he even care?
III. Shelved hearts hold the key
Unlocking blocked memory
Whisk away the dust.
MANDIBLE
Masters chew over marled
Answers seeking to bind
None other than that damn
Dame known for her lame
Illusion of turning a dime
Between her nimble
Limbs while repeating a line
Etched in stone for the blind.
In an anagram poem, each line must end in a word comprised of the letters in the title. The tense should remain the same throughout–hope I made that work! In addition I’ve begun each line with a letter from the title. This is fun. Weird, but fun.
Peace, People.
Praying for Eyebrowz 