prima donna cat fight

Cat Fight by Lutherniel

prima donna cat fight

they said only five miles.
(more like five hundred).
can’t stop at a decent hotel;
obession kept us going.

the sun lulled us from zombieness.
green tea in a water bottle;
oxiginated, ion free, stubborn sips
as we mono-maniacally trudge forward.

the hub of a prima donna cat fight —
she just could let go.
necklace rips off: splits the gold.
girls refrain from idle speech.

two frames of the second half
at the reunion, all laugh —
reminder of a little circle
where special relativity rules.

i shake off recollection;
neither shark nor snake repellent
keeps anyone from getting my loot.
life’s a test (or a punishment).

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Written for:

Poetics– The Art of Letting Go

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P is for PARDON MY PLANET

Photo credit:  deviant art

for the thousandth time

Friendship by rebela-wanted

for the thousandth time

for the thousandth time
you burst in without knocking
(it’s permanently open to you.)
I sniff the spirit
that signals your presence
(an experience one never forgets.)

who else could mitigate?
conterminous affairs, alleviated;
exposed to your core, renovated.
stronger, we camouflage indifferences,
and prevent piercing yelps
from penetrating some phony smile.

long conversations,
sometimes called debates
(yelling like fireworks.)
from outside, a facade —
they might call it abuse
(it’s a form of obedient respect.)

together we start a candy bar.
sobriety, in our minds.
no need for questions
to answers well known.
dispensing honor. beaming pride —
behind childish laughter.

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Written for:

Mining the Memory–dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar

Also Posted on:

Verse First ~ Committed

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FLY IN

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Photo credit:  deviant art

Hades’ Gate

Hades’ Gate

1000 shards of Shadows
always slippery in thought.
Bohemian creativity hidden in
conscious state of sleepwalking.

Omnipotent matter
zooms through a gate of darkness.
Irresistible forces hand the world ideals
fashioned from troublesome trances.

Turbulently trounced trolls
traipse into the sun.
A silhouette reflects
off the stratosphere:
the Sun is wrong,
the Sun is right overhead
where the sterile Corona
stops a nightmare on the rise.

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Written for:

The Poetics of Groundhog Day – Bright Shadow

Also Posted on:

Poetry Pantry #135

Photo credit:  Dark Wallpapers

radiation rampage

NASA – Goddard – Solar Dynamics Observatory Records Solar Flares

fluctuating flight
magnetic motion
mercurial mantle
faux fizzing fluxes

flares forced further
through tortured
traumatic tension
flowing flexibility

roiling ribbons
corrugated cycles
capricious cannonade
radiation rampage

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R is for READ

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OpenLinkNight — Week 44

Image from The Grand Duchy of Stollen

@OldeYellerCat asked me to write a poem about the solar activity

Photo credit: NASA  Sciences and Exploration Directorate