by love bugs
with love bugs
Which one do you like better?
anguish, a puncture of shattered glass
tinctured, the blood on poisoned skin
that when I heard the sirens blow
a sudden death cracked within
Poetry Jam~ Castle of Glass
Please check out my found poetry (Day 2) from Updike’s Rabbit at Rest on Pulitzer Remix.
buds open like ears to hear
God’s refreshing word.
Shared with dVersePoets:OLN- Happy Spring… Happy Easter, Passover, Everything! May warmer weather lighten your wings!
In the Pristine Subdivision…
Where Mother Alcohol calls
drug abuse an UpPer
and pride a downer.
Where manicured lawns
and tidy brick homes
are a cover up
for those driving
through the ritzy
corners are meant
for the dying
and going clean
is a time-consuming
misdemeanor for abused
and over-used men,
who have suffered
from years and years
lurk in the dark.
pride hides inside,
from the outside.
… of this pristine
Written for and shared with my friends at dVersePoets for OLN.
P.S. I’d love feedback on my new background. Do you like it? Is it too distracting? Should it stay or go? Thanks!
P.P.S. I couldn’t stand it! Now where cages once stacked one on top of the other there is darkness.
Written on a rear window
raw words of hate,
no reserves, these words
wash away fate
that alone kills
self-worth and wholesomeness,
fearsome words demeaning
An outsider walks by
sees the words as meant for her
body writhed in pain,
the cutting sprees a whir.
Too close, too dangerous,
the blood, the paint, the heart;
sliced a world apart.
Shared with dVersePoets:OLN
The Sunday Whirl 99- paint, use, sprees, outsider, away, fearsome, part, reserves, body, intimate, written, and window
Entombed, the fury – -
ready to shoot and yet
one of the four,
the one with
…the silver screen star squealer?
…the actress of old surprisingly lively for her age?
…the disco singer with a witch face?
…the TV detective who mounts and dismounts horses?
All with feats defeated,
~the alpha or the omega~
their excuses used useless…
… a tiger in the tank delay.
… a dress that didn’t fit.
… an attack of red-spotted (blank).
… work record lost in container of folding scissors.
was late arriving,
when ready to shoot?
A Found Poem to share with my friends at dVersePoets :OLN#86
Source: The New York Times Crossword Puzzle Clues, 2013 Daily Calendar, (edited by Will Shortz)
you’ll belong to a gym,
hire a personal trainer
who looks like Hercules on steroids,
who customizes a special plan just for you
yet is easily convinced to let up a bit
because he only wants your money
and you’ll wear the finest workout clothes
that show off just enough skin to tease
as you lift, lunge and curl each day
and you’ll spend more of that money
relaxing in the sauna after a full-body message,
manicure and pedicure, highlights, the works–
perhaps cucumbers on those icy eyes
will hide your misery inside.
Shared with the wonderful dVersePoets:OpenLinkNight
First published in the anthology, Backlit and Barbells
Heart skipping, flipping
of youth a Golden Globe
when I’m with you.
Not the booze, silly!
I hope your Valentine’s as sweet as mine! Shared with dVersePoets:OpenLinkNight
Wave like willow wisps
Arabesque, across the window
As you try to sleep. Fear not my wistful ways; just watch.
(First published in The FIB Review, Oct. ’12)
Linked to dVersePoets:OpenLinkNight
It’s not the clink-CLANK
echo of weights slamming
or the sweat-filled gym
of grunts and groans
mixed with hard rock music
blaring through corner speakers.
It’s not the flexed muscle,
or the steal-a-glance
sneak peek thrill
of knee bend thrusts,
fleshy chesty push-up breezes,
white towels hung on shoulders
used to wipe away the drudgery.
No, it’s the feeling that I get
with a breathless extra mile
or a lowering of pins
at the universal gym,
a shifty lift
of more weight pumped,
less flab to pinch
and sleep-filled nights
waking up refreshed
with astounding bounding energy – -
the results fit, perfect.
First published in Backlit Barbells: An Anthology of Health & Fitness Poetry
Posted and linked for my friends at dVersePoets: OLN