Monthly Archives: April 2015

My Brain is a Cheap Gadget That Spins


Cheap Gadget that Spins

Cheap Gadget that Spins

My Brain is a Cheap Gadget That Spins

I am from the ten commandments
to be taken senselessly, with finger language:
energy overshadows bewilderment.
I am from feasts and head pats
where polished round people were obediently sober.
I am from a place where tea was clouded by milk;
where it was natural to protect yourself;
where the trivial was antiseptic.

I grow in my mind, and create my own misfortune.
I forget to be tired:
my brain is a cheap gadget that spins.
I journeyed to nuclear accidents
and pretended only snowmen melted.
I strive to hear the tales of the doltish
and forsake ideals that some consider pungent.
I do not blanch, even without notice,
clean ’round the mind, a melancholic manifestation.

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Written for:

Poetics – Where are You From?

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Poetry Pantry #250

Today, I wrote the poem for D’verse Poetry prompt by Mary with a theme of with a theme of “This is Where I am From.” .  It has a lot of strict rules to this. I hope I don’t get thrown off for not following all the rules: “begin with the words “I am from…”  and then go with the flow.  Try to use some interesting metaphors and some vivid imagery! Include words and sounds, smells and tastes, and sites.”

I think it will be fun to learn a bit more about each other in a unique sort of way.” I am very worried about this. I hope this is acceptable.

Image Credit: Bat-Ami Gordin © 2015 all rights reserved. Credit if you use it, please.

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Things Could Be More Reliable


Smiley On Mountain

Smiley On Mountain -> This has nothing to do with this poem, but it’s an Eight Lane Road, so I think it fits the overall theme. Besides, I think the living embodiment of an emoticon on a mountain is a very cool concept and needs to be published.

Things Could Be More Reliable

Things could be more reliable:
piss water tea, more stale than old;
valves that leak with familiar beat.
I will only come here at night,
boulevards emptier than roads,
dim lights glow from windows of homes.
So many memories, where I cry,
buried in your shoulder with grief.

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Poetics Of The Road

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Poetry Pantry #249

Today, I wrote the poem for D’verse Poetry prompt by billgncs to write an Octet, which is an eight line poem. For more of a challenge, we could write 8 syllables per line and also try to make it be about the road. So this is my attempt.

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The Befuddled Flatulent Blogger


Troll Tweeting

Troll Tweeting

The Befuddled Flatulent Blogger

Palpable perplexity burns into his face,
round and round. Malodorous gases smell
as he writes his blog. Then, he twitters in place

for his odious histrionics are such a disgrace
and his feedback is a bombshell.
When palpable perplexity burns into his face,

ambiguous other worldliness will trace
upon his demeanor. Repugnancy will dwell.
He will write his blog and twitter in place

like a chronic, unhinged, mental case.
As he puts negativity on each brain cell,
palpable perplexity burns into his face.

He grumbles about the reeking rat race.
He does not think. He can just rebel,
write his blog, twitter in place,

denounce all in his knowledge base,
make obnoxious noises, pollute and pummel .
When palpable perplexity burns into his face,
he composes his blog and twitters in place.

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The Art of Villanelle

Today, I wrote the poem for D’verse Poetry prompt by Grace to write a villanelle. According to poets.com: The highly structured villanelle is a nineteen-line poem with two repeating rhymes and two refrains. The form is made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain. The first and third lines of the opening tercet are repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final stanza, the refrain serves as the poem’s two concluding lines. Using capitals for the refrains and lowercase letters for the rhymes, the form could be expressed as: A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.

Image Credit: Bat-Ami Gordin © 2015 all rights reserved. Credit if you use it, please.