Quickening of The Chakras

Venus de Milo with Drawers – Salvador Dali, 1936

Dirt removed from body,
in bathing relaxation.
You squeeze out thoughts
with unseen hands.

Light emanates from stomach;
it centers from the groin,
it’s grounded from the toes,
along the spine and running.
Thickness not applicable.
All colors of the rainbow are appropriate.
Shape is satisfying as it
forms in spherical splendor.

It’s a thing of tears.
Heart sounds seem like waves.
It’s a quickening, whence
cells echo in the body,
calmness of a primitive universe.

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Written for:

Magpie Tales – Mag 157

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OpenLinkNight ~ Week 85

Poetry Pantry #145

Egg Roll Limerick

Egg Roll

When choosing to eat an egg roll
consider the calorie toll.
11 grams of fat —
just think about that!
if you must limit bad Cholesterol.

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Written for:

The Role Of Limericks (Limerick-Off Monday)

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

kooky kinesthetics

Key-Lime Kayak

Killer Knife-Throw

kooky kinesthetics

kooky kinesthtics

knobbly knees
kelly-green kidneys
kabalistic kegels

kincky kisses

killer knife-throws
key-lime kayaks
kitchsy kite-flying

korean kickball
kicking karate
kowtowing kung-fu

klutzy kinetics

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Written for:

The Poet’s Toolbox

Image credits: Flip Key vacations and y9y9games

Journey With A New Friend

Wilde Beast Bumping Heads

Each new friend speaks a new language.
Unique histories to share.
So much to say, it’s a traffic stall.

Rare books of knowledge.
Scriptures delineating a process.
Each new friend speaks a new language.

Shared representations?
A journey that is just introduced?
Unique histories to share.

Wilde beast bumping heads
on a prehistoric plain.
So much to say, it’s a traffic stall.

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Today’s challenge was to write Chained verse which links together stanzas by carrying a rhyme over from one stanza to the next.

This simply means that you use a rhyme scheme which repeats a rhyme from one stanza in the succeeding stanzas, in this case a pattern of:

a-b-c

d-e-a

f-g-b

h-i-c

Written for:

A Mini-Challenge for Sunday – Chain II

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Also written for:

Open Link Night ~ Week 84

Photo Credit:  mikeojohnson photography © 2007

Initiated Kiss

Lovers Kissing by Joseph Lorusso

There was a man
who was The Kiss
after a meal,
but not even dating.

Only one
earnestly fell in love;
a kiss to which
one utters, “WOW!”
blinding everyone’s
point of view.
They must kiss all the time.

Oh.
Behind the ear.
Around the neck.
A little touch
here and there.

Initiation? By whom?
Is this for real?
This kind of kiss,
better than any before.
No one observes those lips.
It’s all a point of view.

Public display of affection —
extremely tight and thrilling.
Let them perform
so long, so hungry.
Private entertainers
competing against
mediocre sustenance.

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Written for:

Magpie Tales – Mag 155

Also posted on:

OpenLinkNight ~ Week 83

Gripping Girdle Limerick

Woman Contortionist Tying Her Corset

A woman was attempting to tie
as she twisted her torso and thigh.
All guys who are straight
long to take her on a date
because she’s so nimble and spry.

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Written for:

Limerick Tie (Limerick-Off Monday)

Image from Freaking News –   Funny Tied Pictures

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

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Verse First ~ Committed

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FLY IN

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Photo credit:  deviant art

Sleeping Judge Limerick

Judge Yevgeny Makhno of Blagoveshchensk City Court in Russia’s Far East was forced to resign Friday for obviously falling asleep several times while trying a businessman on charges of fraud.

A magistrate was recently canned
as the defense was taking a stand.
In a former slave state
with a high conviction rate
judges shouldn’t take naps that aren’t planned!

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Written for:

Canned Limerick (Limerick-Off Monday)

Image from KyivPost

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

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Poetry Pantry #135

Photo credit:  Dark Wallpapers