The Foxhole

Within those plush layers
of froufrou and fluff
cheek-to-cheek gobbledygook
and compliments you puff

hides a scaredy bear banded
                 with verdant envy
                            waiting to lash out, slash
                                            eyes, hoping we won't see

behind the fancy greenery
all the froufrou and the fluff;
you're just an Average Joe
in a foxhole full of stuff.

@laurie kolp


Prompt inspiration: Theme Thursday (Inside)

It's in the Air

when darkness falls I hear the calls
rustling through the breeze I see the trees
a candle's flame enticement calls my name
nostalgic pine of Christmastime divine

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Theme Thursday (tree) and Poetry Jam (night)

A Relic's Kick

A letter was found in a trunk

All yellowed and sprayed by a skunk

The stench was so bad

Overpowered the sad

Archaic lost lover's debunk

@laurie kolp

Prompt Inspiration: Theme Thursday

A Succubus on the Carousel

Melodious imaginations come to life
lights convert to stars that shine
sanguine trances bequeath pure souls
horses' prances quell heart's dances--
a vanilla treat for all who climb aboard.

Backwards walking on the carousel
staunch rebellion her course of choice
an ivory-face hole in the cloak of night,
she is a succubus on the prowl
drooling at the mouth in longing need

while all the Caylee Anthonys
innocent children lost in reverie
have faith life's ride will move forward.
They laugh and play on the merry-go-round
until she picks her victim and strikes.

Dreams shatter, death ensues
and she walks with lies she hides inside.

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@laurie kolp

Published for language/place blog carnival issue #8, 7-22-11

Inspiration and picture: Theme Thursday

Barriers: A Tanka

One brick at a time
I watched you slipping away
Through the underbrush--
Your herculean wall block
My dynamite will knock down.

@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Theme Thursday

Cloudy with a Chance of Mackenzie

Mackenzie thought she was a cloud
Sometimes fluffy or wispy or loud.
She’d flit through the house,
Roaring words she’d douse--
Like weather uncertain, but proud.

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Theme Thursday