Poetic Inspiration


Robin Williams as Mork

Mork

I happen to be someone who really liked Robin Williams’s work. This is my tribute to this great comedian and actor.

Poetic Inspiration

No sign at all; just a millisecond initialized slip of a heart murmur.
He lived in a realm of constant movement, barrel-jammed
full of incandescent, exo-bizzare ingenious babbel.
He moved in disembodied spheres of contiguous contradiction.
Motivation. Incantation. Ordination. Reassertion.

To him, scintillating appetencies were lustrous sirens.
To him, bulletproof permanence was a trans-empirical
extrasensory momentary contiguous inspiration.
To him, enervative colorful uniqueness knew no caution.
Postulation. Encapsulation. Misdirection. Indiscretion.

His charismatic gaudy self-awareness was boundless.
His abstract dialectical gestures wormed into our imaginations.
Aspects of his reality were inviolable: a Gerbil wheel
to break the dysfunctional dullness of a silent full moon.
The congeners of his tortured reality hominified a final NanU.
Determination. Deliberation. Desperation. Detonation.

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This day’s challenge was to affected by Robin Williams and then to consider spending a little time with ones demons, or favorite poets. Then, choose at least 3 words from — worm, verse, dreams, suck, rout, daring, caution, seize, dead, desperation, barbaric, noble — write a poem

Written for:

the imaginary garden with real toads

A Mini-Challenge for Sunday – Carpe Diem

 

to enslave with domestication


dog by scavengercat808

dog by scavengercat808

to enslave with domestication

it is always superficial, caused by humans without gumption.
their hearts are frozen. their dysfunctionality, contagious.
i am preoccupied with difficulties. the air is too cold.
with temerity i shiver. the communal sun radiates not on me.

a treasure from my mother might be a memory of times past.
it’s a species thing. natural. days of wretched misery.
hours of dolorous suffering. i am stabbed by unblunted thorns.
calluses form as if I were to transmute into an uncultivated cactus.

i question the distress in the experience of humanity:
to savor. to self-reflect. to engage in life with exactitude.
to appraise with attitude. to enslave with domestication.
i stare with solemnity, “is protection around the corner?”

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Written for:

Magpie Tales – Mag 190

Also posted on:

Open Link Night ~ 107

Image credits: Unknown, from Magpie tales page

Drunken Driving Limerick


Most intoxicated drivers have a false sense of security, since alcohol eliminates people’s inhibitions, they never think they will cause an accident or actually be arrested. Many don’t even realize they are drunk when they get behind the wheel; it takes just a few drinks to push someone over the legal limit.

Most intoxicated drivers have a false sense of security, since alcohol eliminates people’s inhibitions, they never think they will cause an accident or actually be arrested. Many don’t even realize they are drunk when they get behind the wheel; it takes just a few drinks to push someone over the legal limit.

Drunken Driving Limerick

Drunken driving will always impair
your perception of getting here or there.
It’s a big hullabaloo,
when a policeman stops you,
and you act like you’re walking on air.

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Written for:

Mad Kane's Limerick-Offs

The Role Of Limericks (Limerick-Off Monday)

Image credits:   duilawyersnow.org

Dance to the Moulin Rouge


Henri Toulouse-Lautrec:. Dance to the Moulin Rouge

Henri Toulouse-Lautrec:. Dance to the Moulin Rouge

Dance to the Moulin Rouge

summer breezes kiss her curls.
unlatched emotions — tension unfurled.
a sudden scuttle. she towers
to the middle of the floor –
music called her to gambol.

the men rubbernecking.
her dress plays it safely.
impulsive. exploitative.
pathetic ridicule and gossip.
chirps hum to merry prancing.

graceful butterfly. witch queen.
dance tornado. plastic sculpture.
dress variable in shape.
ribbons and skin so silky.
next, she’ll kick off those shoes.

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Written for:

Magpie Tales – Mag 179

Also posted on:

Open Link Night ~ 107

 

Midnight Cowboy — A Quick Review


spoiler alert: it's not a happy ending

spoiler alert: it’s not a happy ending

Midnight Cowboy — A Quick Review

drawn to urban utopia,
world of other people’s affairs.
out of Texas, homegrown souls –
los hombres of loneliness.

man spree. textured long limbs.
ruddy, cocky, snap the tongue.
silly sod with stupid laugh.
unaffected country man.

he painted New York –
hypothetical trust.
that’s his style — innocence,
no matter how it’s tolerated.

kind friend or was it pity?
same disease phase; containment.
taste of humiliation and despair.
more rotten than downtown Bangkok.

whores to comfort women –
men more putrid than garbage .
stripped of cowboy costume.
(it’s not a happy ending.)

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Written for:

Poetics ~ Cowboy Up

Today, Shanyn Silinski prompts us to a cowboy poem. Does this count?

Image credits: The Grand Finale of Midnight Cowboy Pipalatree

Upside Down Flying Limerick


Open Cockpit Stunt Plane, over the stunning Abel Tasman National Park Coastline

Open Cockpit Stunt Plane, Over the Stunning Abel Tasman National Park Coastline

Upside Down Flying Limerick

At altitude that’s a little too high,
John flew upside down in the sky.
When the turbulence started,
He accidentally farted
“The dog did it,” said the pilot wise guy.

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Photo Credit:   The Abel Tasman

a tweet of a poem


follow me - @zongrik

follow me – @zongrik

a tweet of a poem

free day2day activity
any derelict can Clarify&Prioritize
write history b4 it hits the news
a transfer log/blog
started as a separate relay

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Written for:

Form for All: Poetry as Semaphore

Today, Samuel Peralta prompts us to write a twitter poem in, of course, 140 letters.

Image credits: The Horrible Forest by Technorati

Fancy HOV Ridin’


Balloons

Balloons

Fancy HOV Ridin’

surrealistic existentialism
late afternoon commute,
coasting in the bike lane
looking for things to do.

careers, oh so different.
with certainty, city explored.
older people, not one younger
high school students on the run.

time to ransack bookstores.
(only for compilations)
published. renounced.
such was the plan.

in good company,
cheeky thinking.
regional network,
structured naturally.

professor emeritus,
familiar with his family tree.
full of universal correctness,
(worthy of a doubt or two.)

signed up for his book club.
costly find. challenged participation.
opinions: affected by social conditions:
unfavorable disregard for niceties.

night ride? without illumination?
front wheel off, bike fits in his trunk.
homeward in eco-ready, light-auto –
stratospheric high-flying-occupant-car-pooler.

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Written for:

Magpie Tales – Mag 179

Also posted on:

Open Link Night ~ 107

Image credits: The Horrible Forest by *pesare on deviantart

high tech toilet power


toiletPaperRoll

Toilet Paper Roll

high tech toilet power

pressure converging, principally guided,
goal driven, performance tested,
bacteria-less, cleansing,
toilet of the future.

harness the power.
siphon, release, wash, flush.
mega-pressure nozzles –
overshadow rim holes.

highly efficient, comfortable.
designed for emissions and decour.
environmentally friendly
spatially contiguous to Uranus.

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Written for:

Poetics– Bathroom poetry

Claudia schönfeld prompts us to “Write a bathroom poem and post it to your blog.”

Image Credit: Bat-Ami Gordin  © 2013 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.

The Language of Chocolate


Chocolate Drops

Chocolate Drops


The Language of Chocolate

Tear drops of chocolate smeared in my ear –
extraordinary, epicurian embraces
melt my eyeballs, dissolve blissfully,
tasty as they roll in my avaricious pockets,
auditory melting on the granite surfaced table.

I long to covet them with genitalia:
delusionary cure-all, clearly, an exacerbated desire.
Appreciated gourmet of flatulent aroma:
rejuvenate, tone, percolate pock scars — abounding,
left dry, to fight off ants, and terrify hungry bees.

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Written for:

Synesthesia–Sensory Confusion, or…?

Victoria C. Slotto prompts us to “…play around with mixing up those senses. It’s not necessary to write a complete poem in synesthesia, just include an incident in which you invite your readers to taste, or see, or hear, or touch, or smell something that defies the sense you are using.”

Image Credit: Bat-Ami Gordin  © 2013 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.

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