Latticework

The trellis stands empty
in between
overgrown holly bushes

no flowering vines
entwine around its body,
no fragrance fills the air

only blue jays
perched on top
chirping angrily,
awaiting their next move.

~

Poetry inspiration- dVersePoets:OLN

(untitled)

springtime storms-
perception hindered
by love bugs

 

~OR~

 

springtime rain-
perception filled
with love bugs

 

~~
Which one do you like better?

Poetry inspiration-
dVersePoets:OLN

The Ultimate Revenge

A thousand thunderous bubbles
pulsing through the red liquid
set upon the stove, forgotten
while she escaped to her bedroom.
Dressing in witch-like attire,
added charm; the wart she pasted
on her nose.

Back to the cauldron, she spit
in his blood, a count of one, two, three
each with messages of their own –
the lies, the abuse, the debt -
she watched the steam rise in front of her
then filled the soup dish, waited
for it to cool down and wondered,
“Am I crazy?”

~~~

Shared with dVersePoets:OLN

Poetry inspiration- The Sunday Whirl 107
thunderous, spit, messages, count, soup, thousand
red, dish, front, dressing, charm, pulsing

Company for Poseidon

I am but a wave in the sea of life.
I am but a wave in the sea of life.
My consistency changes like the tide.
My consistency changes like the tide.
But life changes like a wave in the sea,
of the tide, I am my consistency.

You are the current that pulls me beneath.
You are the current that pulls me beneath.
Drowning ripples torment my destiny.
Drowning ripples torment my destiny.
Beneath the ripples, you are my current.
That drowning destiny pulls me; torment.

Together we will surf the ocean vast.
Together we will surf the ocean vast.
At last Poseidon gains grave company.
At last Poseidon gains grave company.
The grave ocean we surf together vast,
Poseidon will gain company at last.

The drowning sea beneath my current life,
Changes me like the ripples that you are.
A wave of consistency, we surf the tide
together at last, my destiny.
But the ocean torment I am in pulls vast;
will Poseidon gain grave company?

*

An attempt at the paradelle, which was originally created by Billy Collins as a parody to the villanelle.

Poetry Inspiration~ dVersePoets:Poetics- The Creatures of Mythology, Folklore and Fairy Tales w/Fred

Don’t Believe the Big Lie!

I know you believe
jealous Jim Beam lies;
his power to transform you
into Miss A-mer-i-CA (la la la)
a beauty mask to hide behind

but do you really think
falling off barstools
is ladylike and pretty,
when all it really does
is gather second glances,
brand you a fool?

I know you believe
smirky Smirnoff lies;
his almighty answer
to your quicksand problems,
helps the pain go away
as you dig your grave

but do you really think
a DUI, YES DUI!
ticket-in-the-slammer-weekend
slap upon your clammy face
dissolves a thing
now that trouble’s doubled,
you feel a horrible disgrace?

I know you believe
when the spirit’s in you
anything is possible-
you can change the world!-
your confidence
a genie-in-the-bottle
wish come true

but do you really think
you can move mountains
when you’re dead?

~~~

Poetry inspiration- dVersePoets:MeetingTheBar- Your Voice- Let’s Hear It! w/ Victoria Slotto

A Seedy Venue

illustration by Helen Ward, photo courtesy

of The Mag 166

Varmints gathered there at night,
the party place a rat hole
with drooling mouths awaiting
victims unaware, the scare
whoever trampled in
never seen again.

~~~

You’d Probably Never Guess…

she eats Cheetos with a fork,
kisses the orange puffs
so that, stuck around her lips,
the fluff’s a tasty treat
when, with her love,
she puckers-up

+ plus +

she wears flip-flops
opposite,
the flop a flip
between her middle toes
not to slow her down
when she walks away
in a jealous huff
when Chester wins again.

~~~

Poetry inspiration~ dVersePoets- Poetics: ”Trip the Poem Fantastic” w/ Karin (Manicddaily)

Night Swimming in the Ocean

Phosphoric waves of green and blue shine ~ your sparkling eyes reflect
floating on eve’s moonbeam ~ you grasp my hand, enwrap it in yours;
fragility you cannot see in my nakedness ~ the crest.

~~~

Prompt inspiration- dVerse:FormForAll w/ Semaphore- The “sijo”

In the Dumps(ter)

You go through the motions
~emotionless~

each day, wake up
eat breakfast, lunch and dinner
even though food tastes
like cardboard from a blue trash bin
in a hellish alley, and you want to
dive right in and join it.

You do whatever
it is you do
to get by
~robotically~

unaware of the beat you miss
or the voices you don’t hear
because everything
is soggy cardboard from a trash bin
in a hellish alley where you
hang your head in an invisible cloak.

Still, you carry on
with blind trust
that the process will work

and that, with time,
the noxious fumes
will drift away,
life will be better than
old cardboard from a trash bin
in a hellish alley.

~~~

Poetry inspirations:
Poetry Jam- Carry On
PU Verse First- Voices

The Change of Life… ?

Perhaps confinement
in the basement
might do the trick
for this fickleness
of spring,

that one day
dons warm weather

and the next,
a winter sweater
is a necessary thing;

menopausal
unpredictability
a crapshoot swing,

barometric imbalance
mind-boggling.

I wonder if there’s a pill
for that?

~~

dVersePoets oetics- Doors open up this afternoon!