Watch Your Mouth: A Found Poem

Spoiler alert:
I'm no guru on
trending superfood,
but boneless wings
don't fly, so

double down
the fiscal cliff
into your man cave,

job creators like you
lack passion.

Boot that (not) amazing
bucket list up Capitol Hill;
viral infections only
kick cans down the road.


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Prompt inspiration: (Lake Superior State) banned word list

Shared with Imaginary Gardens Open Link Monday

Traffic Jams

I thought it all nonsense,
this ethereal scene
unfolding before my eyes:
a holiday bottleneck
wrapped in stiff burlap,
those behind the wheel
acting like turgid miscreants
with dementia, demarcation
a necessary counterattack.

Must we go back
to kindergarten,
review boundaries?
Or direct traffic to
the nearest park,
offer free meditation guides
with effervescent appeal,
discuss change of perspective
from hustle/bustle to Zen?

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Prompt inspiration: Imaginary Gardens~ A Word with Laurie

Holiday Survival Hint

Tiptoe around that certain person
who, if you come too close, might
detonate cutting words, evil glares
daring to stretch one's limber attitude
into a back-breaking, tedious attempt
for tolerance. Take cover before
shrapnel penetrates your heart.


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Prompt inspiration: 3WW- detonate, limber, tedious

Top 10 Reasons I Haven't Posted Lately...

I've been crabby.

I swallowed a bug.

I was sucked into a hole in the ground, head first... after swallowing the bug.

I've been acting like a bug... rope climbing so much that I couldn't hold a pencil.

A broken pier caught me unaware one day when I was crawling like a bug.

I've been eating too many Christmas cookies (poor elephant).

I discovered chasing butterflies is a great form of exercise... especially since I'm no longer a bug and am a bit freer now because...

Pete finally graduated, so...

I've been celebrating (at other people's houses).

And the number one reason I've gotten behind on blogging- tis the season for making precious memories.

Why Not Red Delicious, Granny Smith or Honeycrisp?

Kids are sent to school with apples,
ones that crunch numbers and bytes 
where red is read and juice is charge,
a daily dose of  energy every hour.

They take their apples out to recess
feed their egoism with plans to share
as others huddle around hoping for
bits of Internet, uncensored.

And hungry games are played
with guns and blood and gore,
so much they get desensitized
to violence. Reality a funhouse

mirror, warps young minds that morph
before their time, the video games
a fantastical  escape into the dark
a hide and seek, perception skewed.

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I strongly believe that violent video games of hunting people and whatever else they do (we don't let our kids play them) contribute to the problems of today. Not long ago, I was in a game shop and the shelves were full of games for mature audiences. It used to be that these kinds of games were placed up high, but I noticed they were all over the shelves at eye level. I asked the teenager behind the desk why and he said because that has become the norm, that as a society we are desensitized to violence. I left without finding anything suitable for my boys.

What happens when someone is mentally unstable? Does that person lose touch with reality in such a way that the game becomes their world and he/she begins to play it in real life? What do you think?


Linked to Imaginary Gardens Open Link Monday

Pipe Dreams

Abnormal
legs
        dan-
                gle
off cigarette butts
angle sideways
d
o
w
n
lavish tracks:
pipe dreams.


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Linked to Imaginary Gardens Open Link Monday 1/7/13

Prompt inspiration: 3WW- abnormal, dangle, lavish

My Christmas List

Dear Santa,

Clothes might be nice,
Pots and pans to drum,
A remodeled kitchen,
For my iPod, tunes to hum.

But, really...

Enough space for all the poems
I'd like to write next year,
Health, abundance for us all,
A daily attitude of cheer.

Merry Christmas!

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Prompt inspiration: Imaginary Gardens- Words Count with Mama Zen- Christmas list

In the Company of Dogs

Is this a battle
of the sexes, or maybe
perhaps breeds?

A one-dog-up-man-ship
vying for all of me?

In my lap,
a fluid harvest
awaits, treats
cultivated
especially
for each one

or so you'd think
by the way
they act

as jealous as
a teenage crush.


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Prompt inspirations-
3WW: battle, fluid, harvest
Poetic Asides- "In the company of ____"

Encore, Please



Object to be Destroyed by Man Ray

Mesmerizing flames
within the hearth
crackled as I
tried to warm my back,
then ease into the chair
for full effect.

You watched me
from the wooden bench,
fingers resting
on the ivories,
palms on edge
of desire as you
seduced me
with your eyes

caressed my breasts;
the piano came
to life with a
metronomic
symphony.


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Prompt inspirations:
The Mag 146