sour grapes

sour grapes

hanging pride
wind riding
critical mode

itching irritation
resolute argumentivness
hungry to be heard

affectatious deniability
dissolved desire
instantaneous rebirth

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Prompt 206: Sour Grapes

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OpenLinkNight – Week 31

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The Think Tank Thursday #86-Rebirth

Image Credit: Bat-Ami Gordin  © 2012 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please. If interested in vector graphics form, please contact me.

Astrophotographer Seeks Stellar Bodies

The Beginning Is Near

bodies to the astrophotographer
might make you crazy
but makes him slightly more sane

an invincible universe
powered by amoeboid quanta
a challenge to undo

space from the wall of death
seen through cadaverous eyes
and high nose to sniff out subtitles

he looks out for his chances
on that carousel ride to nowhere
confusing painted animals and gods

some seek mountains to climb
others pursue galaxies to conquer
they run rings around the planets

they turn on the metaphysical countertop
clearly, effectively, always sustainably
communication tries, people don’t succeed

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Written by Request of Roger Weiss a facebook space pal. He liked the picture, asked for a poem, don’t know what the credits are for the picture.

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One Single Impression – Prompt 202: invincible

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A is for…

Also posted for Out of this world promt:

Where in the World?

Photo credit:  Bat-Ami Gordin  © 2012 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.

Inkpot

Inkpot

in the pink inkpot
she opted not to drop
the pen tip to the top
instead, pointed
a pin into a pint
of knotted pinto beans
calculating pi ’til
the poi get eaten by the pit
and the silly pig snorts “oink”
while nipped during a deep kip

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Written for:

One Single Impression – Prompt 199: Inkpot

What I did to write this was go to         –  Scrabble Word Finder  Where they had a list of the anagrammed words made of Inkpot, and I just messed with the words to get this silly poem.

Art Work: Bat-Ami Gordin  © 2011 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.

I’m just starting to learn how to use Illustrator.

Toilet Paper Senryu

Toilet Paper Senryu

toilet paper

enshrouds in softness

while smelling foul

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One Single Impression Prompt-190 “Paper”.

Photo Credit Toiletpaper-Dispenser.net “Toilet Paper Brands.

Geese At River Tanka

children plucking grass
gathering flowers for mom
cease at sudden honks
to follow a pair of geese
waddeling riverside

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Posted and written for

One Single Impression Prompt 189: River

Photo Credit: Mine (c) 2010 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.

Coexist Sticker

This sticker’s on an automobile.
It has a dream that’s unattainable.
Yes, it’s a very vain appeal.

Who’s out there seeking for an ideal,
when gods are unexplainable?
That sticker on any automobile

is a sarcastic way to conceal
a peace that is not sustainable.
I tell you, it’s a vain appeal.

The concept has a tendency to reel
you in. You think it is explainable?
The sticker found on some automobile

attracts attention with its pretty teal
color. But it’s not obtainable.
Coexistence is nothing but ordeal.

Don’t put away your sword of steel.
Soldiers, you are strong and trainable.
All those stickers on a junked automobile
are nothing but some vain appeal.

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Written for:

Dverse Poetics “Bumper to Bumper” –

challenge, that is to write a poem about a bumper sticker, or about bumper stickers in general.

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Prompt: Love one another

and for:

Prompt 195: Seeking

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Poetry Picnic Week 37: Peace in Love, Peace in Families,
Peace Among Friends, and Peace Around The World…

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C is for CATS !

I kinda chose to put up my cynical view of how people of diverse religions can’t really love one another.
For those who don’t recognize this, it’s a villanelle.

Sonnet XXIV

Rare Green Flash From the Moon

Light from the moon hits Earth’s dense atmosphere
in the low opaque areas that are wet.
Then the apparent lunar photosphere
emits green light as Luna starts to set.
The grey moon seems orange in the dark sky,
then a rare flash appears out of nowhere,
as a giant prism paints verdant die
and a blazing mirage seems to hang there.
Lunar soil releases ionic
streams as it is hit by the solar winds.
Then it wears a crown that seems demonic
’til the moon in the sky sets and rescinds.
The air helps bend light into frequencies
like weaving bright threads of embroideries.

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I just found out about this phenomenon today on the New Scientist page . Then I wrote this sonnet.

Digg Newsrooms also has some interesting comments.

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The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! – #85

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Prompt 217: Verdant