High School Football

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In the midst of Texas’ Bible belt
in a little country town
that flaps edges of the Big Thicket
fear comes not from
dazed teenage gangs,
but scurries with wild boars.

A group of gung-ho cheerleaders
breathing the air of youthful dreams
created football run-throughs with
G-O-D
in the form of prayers and scripture.

Little did they know such tenderness
would turn incense into fear, spark
outside controversy in the form of empty threats,
cause the school district to prohibit free speech.

But the Holy Spirit ran through
the hearts of people nationwide
whose ambivalence came together
when a Facebook group formed–
and a waterfall of support
flooded the media;
politicians hopped on board,
lawyers did their research…
and since the teens worked alone
without adult or parental influence,
they’ve been granted back their rights
to use God on the banners. For now.

The Kountze football team remains undefeated.

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Prompt inspirations:
dVerse Poetics: 6 Billion Others… w/ Brian Miller
The Sunday Whirl (wordle 76, 9/30/12)-
dazed, incense, ambivalence, empties, holy, scurries
breathing, fear, flaps, prayers, water, tenderness

Silent is the Fool Within

You saunter along, hands in pockets
you might even whistle or do a little jig
and you think you’re being suave,
lilting through the front door
like a typical teenager high on life

but your parents are peering at you
like they know something’s up.
They see it in your tangled tresses,
speech that sounds like slurred alliteration
spit flying out between the S’s,
a lyric gone awry in the song that you sing.

You feel yourself a sensuous artist; no, clever-
that on the exterior you’re able to paint
a façade rich in color, a smiling silhouette.
But you’re not. The first drunk is a fool.

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Prompt inspirations-
dVersePoetic w/ Fred- The First Time
The Sunday Whirl (9/16/12)- Words from Walt’s poem “You Are My Poetry”- artist, lilting, exterior, silhoutte, saunter, peering, tresses, sensuous, rich, silent, color, lyric, alliteration- (Choose one of the words as the theme and use in title, the rest of the words in the poem.)

Last Friday Night at an Austin, TX Mall

Picture by L. Kolp

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scrambling to keep up with the girls
Rambling through the mall like squirrels
Brilliant colors catch my eyes– flash mob?
Aberrant inattention, quite a job

Mummies. Two of them appear as fools
Dummies are a few with mouths taped—- cruel!
Shuffle ‘round the stores, these neon freaks
Muffled with bound legs trying to speak

Dr. Pepper placed below one’s chin
Beggar-like he tries to drink it in
Without success yet causing laughter–
Boy Scouts would frown on such disaster!

Aghast yet unable to look past
Typecast teens like penguins walking fast
Keep Austin Weird a motto they fulfill
Black sheep like these in Austin fill the bill

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: dVerse Poets FormForAll with Gay Cannon- Framed Couplets

The Backseat Driver

Pick up your ears and listen
you’re in for one hell of a ride
and to make a SHORT story LONG,
you’ll have to step aside.

It all started last weekend
when Billy tried to sneak a peek
in the backseat of the Honda
where he hid, the little pip squeak.

He wanted to watch you French kissing
take pictures for use in a bribe,
but everything back-fired when
your date turned a blind eye

to your red-hot puckered lips
patiently waiting a smackeroo,
instead his glaze turned southward
his hands flew to your boobs.

At that point little Billy
pressed play on the video,
a noise which distracted
the knee-jerk reaction, slow

down they went in a tussle
the boys sparring in the car,
while you screamed and shouted
said they were going too far.

Everything got out of hand.
They were rolling in the hay.
Billy (that’s me) posted on Facebook
for all to see the relay

and now I’m grounded for life
there’s a cage around your boobs
the boyfriend bit the dust
but the video tops You Tube.

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: dVerse Poets- Idioms

Cloudy Times

Yesterday she came home
with stars in her eyes
hung in the moon by a boy
while you were in the clouds
chasing dollar-sign dreams

today when she wanted her daddy
to comfort and hold her tight
because “the whole world shattered”
you weren’t there, didn’t notice

she was… drifting away… overcast.

@laurie kolp

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