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I write on the web, life events, tech, the cosmos, music, poetry, faith and religion, and any random stuff that comes to mind. Join me on surfing through my convoluted mind.
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Day 30 of NaPoWriMo, the finale. My poem A haiku. NaPoWriMo Euphonic stanzas Meet daily expression — Timeless magic Featured poem A ballad for the last day. Take the floor, Emily! Real by Emily Dickinson I like a look of agony, Because I know it's true; Men do not sham convulsion, Nor simulate a throe. The eyes...
Day 29 of NaPoWriMo. My poem A quatrain, from a Poetizer prompt. Ghost parade Ghost parade in the night Seeking souls with which to unite On the streets, marching through Trying to find a host to use Featured poem A poem by another poetry vet, Robert Frost. A terza rima. Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost I...
Day 28 of NaPoWriMo. My poem An envelope quatrain. Secret agent Invisible to cameras on the walls I float through guarded rooms like butterflies Disarming bombs by cutting colored wires Slowly creep to keep from getting caught Featured poem A classic by Big Willie. Sonnet III by William Shakespeare Look in thy glass...
Day 27 of NaPoWriMo. My poem My first double entendre. Cold flow Flow so cold, that's why they wanna jack it/jacket Featured poem A poem for the inebriated among us. (Me included!) A Glass of Wine by Ella Wheeler Wilcox "What's in a glass of wine?" There, set the glass where I can look within. No listen to me,...
Day 26 of NaPoWriMo. My poem A monostitch. From scratch Like a contagious rash, I started from scratch Featured poem By Susan Jarvis Bryant, from her poetry collection, Elephants Unleashed. Zoom Etiquette by Susan Jarvis Bryant When attending a conference at home in your room On the boon of that technical app they...
Day 25 of NaPoWriMo. My poem A Sicilian quatrain, written in iambic pentameter. Lighter Before the smoke can rise, the flame precedes; Before the flame ignites, the finger flicks; Before the finger flicks, the fluid feeds The spark wheel that'll kindle fires quick. Featured poem One of my favorite poems from Lauryn...
Day 24 of NaPoWriMo. My poem A riddle. Riddle I wear a shining, scorching crown That causes me to sweat And if I sweat just long enough I shrink down to my death Answer: Candle Featured poem A ballad by Emily Dickinson. Beclouded by Emily Dickinson The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow...
Day 23 of NaPoWriMo. My poem A diamante. Hero/villain hero selfless, noble saving, giving, preserving good, order, chaos, evil killing, stealing, destroying selfish, cunning villain Featured poem A rondeau by Susan Jarvis Bryant. Silence by Susan Jarvis Bryant My silence listens to the crows Of bloviators'...
Day 22 of NaPoWriMo. My poem A Monday morning couplet of fourteeners. Monday delivery If Monday were a package shipped by Amazon for free I'll keep it wrapped and ship it back — and pay if charged a fee Featured poem Three cerebral triolets. Mind Games by Susan Jarvis Bryant Propaganda It wants your mind. It wants...
Day 21 of NaPoWriMo. My poem A cinquain. Wind whispers The breeze — A voice of peace — Speaks, cut off by a truck — The truck shouts and screams then leaves — Whisper Featured poem A villanelle by Dusty Grein. Hold My Hand in Yours by Dusty Grein Hold my hand in yours; we'll make it through. If life becomes too hard...
Day 20 of NaPoWriMo. My poem A riddle. Riddle In chemistry, you may confuse This object for a flask — It's made of glass and has a bowl Attached for smoking gas Answer: Bong Featured poem A blank-verse poem about a 19th century cooking pot repaired with the kintsugi technique. Kintsugi by Susan Jarvis Bryant There...
Day 19 of NaPoWriMo. My poem A couplet for the season. Wake and bake Don't put it in the oven — Alarm, don't make a sound — Just roll it in an ashtray And pass the blunt around Featured poem A kyrielle by Susan Jarvis Bryant. The Blame Game by Susan Jarvis Bryant They rile. They gall. They know it all. These irksome...
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