“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” Carl Sandburg


Monday, September 2, 2013

Still Glowing

               
 
 

Our Lost Jungle prompt Here





http://explodingdog.com/


We thought we invented love-
sex wasn't crashing waves and rockets
till our epic romance.
We felt sorry for the old people
grey hair, wrinkled skin
settled in, settled for
old fogies, establishment,
who surely
never did
never would
love as we.
Never get old,
never get old,
we vowed...
but now
take a peek
the fire still glows.


Saturday, August 31, 2013

Slogans - Make it Now

dverse prompt Here
Today, I want us to play with slogans. You can use them to make a statement, or just explore the meaning behind them, how they make you feel or maybe you have a creative idea for a slogan that captures who you are and just what you are selling with your life. Have at it.

   Make it Now

The citi never sleeps
it‘s jazzed and jangled
but somewhere in me
the power of dreams
screams…
get the sensation,
taste the explosion.
Isn’t life juicy,
Lucy?

Taste the rainbow
it’s zesty and zingy
finger lickin’ good.
Fly the friendly sky
turn a blind eye
to naysayers,
complainers
Don’t be stupid,
Cupid

Make the most of now!

Slogans: Citibank, Honda, York Peppermint Patty, Pop Rocks, Starburst,  Skittles, KFC, United, Diesel Jeans, Vodafone

 

Love Hurts

Miz Quickly's Learning Experience Prompt Here



scarred and gnarled,
blitzed, ever wary,
a soldier’s heart
under her chemise.

She never found a
love worth finding.
Iceberg heart
constant deep freeze.
 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Waltz Wave



Chains of Love

Soft,
sweetly,
the
west wind
calls to me,
Be free,
he
says in
sultry tones.
Fly away
with me to warm
sands and sea.
I say
no.
There are ties
of love that
bind me.
Free-
ly I
stay.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Found Poetry

Prompt found Here MARGO ROBY


“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.”
                                                                          ― Herman Melville, Moby Dick


I thought I would see
the watery world, (for)
I find myself growing grim,
damp, drizzly in my soul,
pausing, bringing up the rear.
Get an upper hand
that requires a
strong step and method
it(‘s) high time to get to sea.
With a philosophical flourish
I quietly take to the ship.

Cento or Found Poetry


           I's frustrated!

A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—
Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
I grow old . . . I grow old . . . 
I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. 
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--   
Almost, at times, the Fool. 
Lawdy-mercy!
I's frustrated!

Bad Morning, Langston Hughes; The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T. S. Eliot; A Burdock—clawed my Gown, Emily Dickinson




                                        Earth

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and saw
she was small, light blue, and so touchingly alone.
It suddenly struck me, that tiny pea,
pretty and blue, was the Earth.
But look around at this world,
how perfectly it's made.
Flowers can't move, yet the insects come
and spread their pollen.
Trees can't move, but birds and animals
eat their fruit and carry their seeds far and wide.

And forget not that the earth delights
to feel your bare feet
and the winds
long to play with your hair.
Our planet is a glimpse of divinity.
Rocks pray, pebbles and boulders
and old weathered hills.  They are still and silent,
and those are two important ways to pray.
Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

 

A compilation from quotes and poems by:

High Flight, John Gillespie Magee, Nahoko Uehashi, Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit, Kahlil Gibran quote – And forget not…, Neil Armstrong quote – It suddenly struck me…., Douglas Wood, Grandad's Prayers of the Earth, Edgar Mitchell quote- Our planet is a glimpse…, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh

Monday, August 26, 2013

challenge 4: le stein

Khara House - Our Lost Jungle Prompt Here
  
tiny etchings - inked

A generation of tattoos cliché, crochet, clashes. Melting sizzles dissolving pot
ideals morass deceit dystopian merge tattoos yet delineate arms legs faces backs skin
sopped inky lathers.  The ankle is the saddest rebellion identity conformity,
an inconformity, of sheep wooly  lambs grain-fed starved for a rose is still a rose is a rose
even when the brush is hairless.


or in another form:


Generation of tattoos
cliché, crochet, clashes
Melting sizzles dissolving pot
ideals morass, deceit, dystopian
merge tattoos
yet delineate
arms legs faces backs skin
sopped inky lathers. 
The ankle is the saddest
rebellion identity conformity,
an inconformity, of sheep
wooly  lambs grain fed
starved for a rose is still a rose
is a rose even when
the brush is hairless.