Domestic Violence Ain’t No JokeSix months into to a life of me and you,we knew your mother was coming to visitbut you socked me in the cheek anyway.Silly you knew the karate you pulled meinto trained in tools to roll with; I grabbedyour arms, fell back, and threw you over into a wall. I met…
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The Oracle Speaks — Red is My Rain
Red is My RainYou, woman,are a pink rock,shadowed above,shot still with man’s urges;he who plays beautyas drunk lazy want.Sweet on smooth skin,he fiddles deliriously,mad as boiled sea.Blue diamond smells time.She storms less like lustbut sees how like wax the suit,a purple lie of sordid rust. The Oracle Speaks here.
#FF — Symbiotes?
PHOTO PROMPT © Ken Arnopole (friend of Ted Strutz) Symbiotes? Gazette publishes monthly articles urging single seniors to stop looking for love; instead, to search for the companionship of a symbiotic relationship. Myrtle, life-long romantic, cancels her subscription. Myrtle accepts when Virginia invites her on a cruise, hopeful that Mr. Right will be aboard. She…
dVerse — Crazy Mary (repost from 2018, with PJ song added)
gif link CRAZY MARY Carefree girl, at homestead safe, with her familyWhen 10, a flu stole her mom, in great agonyWhen 12, wild boar took her dad to hereafterWhen 14, sis ran away, not seen thereafter When 15, brother left for war, never to returnAlone, lived by chickens, snares, veggies – and she learnedBaker’s visits…
dVerse Q214 — Buffet
BuffettOur first date:you, egg foo yung;I, bang bang shrimp.Our palates different,yet we merried well.We bathed in bananasplits; yet can lifebe one big dessert?We buffeted until best used by; nothingleft but the tumsand some toothpicks. Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Punam would like us to write a 44-word poem using the word, bang.
dVerse — Poetics — Traversing the Hexagrams
Traversing the HexagramsHis grizzled, stooped form wheezesfrom the back porch, pleading.The small girl looks, still in sandbox,from across the yard, refusing.She nods, beaten in the kitchen.Uncle, brother, and a game friend goto pound him and his mouthy brother;her stuff in the bed of rusty truck.Pale, weak, she signs the waiversthat will excise cursed rotten pear,symbol…
dVerse — MTB — The Turning of the Worm (Palinode)
The Turning Of The Worm,Painting by Christian Michael Original poem: Your Faithful Hound Catch your scent upon the wind, it stirs my heat;Burning bright, a dog turned wolf, I range night sky,Sniff you out, star drunk, to where we always meet. Mystery. There is no sense. Do not ask whyComes this urge to go and…
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