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

Also posted on:

Also written for:

Open Link Night ~ Week 84

Photo Credit:  mikeojohnson photography © 2007

stock-market robots

Forex Robots

network administrators’ jobs
trading with merril lynch or schwabs
bipedal robots on the loose
things only humans did produce by busy mobs

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Today’s challenge was to write a Florette. This is how it is described:

In the simplest terms, a single stanza is laid out as follows:

Rhyme scheme: a, a, b, a 
Meter (syllable count): 8, 8, 8, 12 
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, onsyllable 8.
The completed poem should consist of two or more stanzas.

xxxxxxxa
xxxxxxxa
xxxxxxxb
xxxxxxxbxxxa

Written for:

A Mini-Challenge for Sunday – Florette

Photo Credit:  Forex Robots

duty to challenge

WTO protests in Seattle in 1999 - Police on Duty

fulfillment hidden by withdrawal symptoms
addiction gradually becomes
cumbersome, extreme irrelevance

emotion exceeds zero, then,
divides into work, sleep, play
only on instinctive levels

positive thinking circuits destroyed
new themes reluctantly assumed
obligation to care withheld

poison bubbles in the gullet
personality collapses
sense of duty doesn’t last long

as the brain suspends in a game world
of uncomfortable losses
failure cannot be forgiven

duty to one’s depressions
resurrects thick intermediate layers
in the transition barrel

arguments cause least of all irritation
frustration-burnout abandons in self-consciousness
for the sake of neutrality, challenge the government

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Written for:

Poetics: Duty Calls!

Prompt, by ManicDDaily, was to write a poem about duty or obligation.

Photo credit: The Boston Phoenix

Organize!!

Gluck Pipe Organ

endless melodious sesssion
independent linear respirations

drawing themes
playing thoughts

magnetic engagement
regulated voicing

Sifflötious humana
diaphonous tierce

trumpetting militarily
salicious hymnally

sort of Baroque
in a romantic way

multitudionus pipes
indescriblable sound

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Written for:

Theme – ORGANIZE

Also Posted on:

The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! – #93

Photo Credit:  Gluck Pipe Organs

birth, death it’s all the same

Egg Island

birth, death it’s all the same

in a distant hamlet nestling
twenty four days
past the solar calendar
fruits drink from the source
equinox flowers have their own mind

the festival of seedling stars
music, flowers, incense
central ceremonies to commemorate spirit
income offerings rise and fall
all remembrance has connection

duck eggs broken over tombstones
shells lost in graves
candle lighting worships surnames
parchment and silver paper
lit to honor ancestors
weeds burn and then the forest

descendants of lush auspicious signs
believe in the fortune of childbirth
longevity payments made
to surrounding soil
a hoe mixes eggshells into the ash

calamities have befallen
the exiled hero seeks auspicious signs
a hollow tree, switchgrass
yet there’s nothing but desolation
and a forgotten tomb festival
that she alone attends

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Written for:

Magpie Tales – Mag 112

Also posted on:

B is for Butanding

Photo Credit: djajakarta

goodbye becomes tomorrow

Nurse Adjusting IV

in the corner of my galaxy
i am officially
a narcissist
goodbye becomes tomorrow
today warm hands
touch the nurse

truth howls
silent wind
IV pumps beep
autosuggestion for change
all has weight
even expressions
of the sleeping

emotionally hamstrung
out of denial
realisation:
second chance
belongs to
privileged

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Written for:

Live in the Moment–dVerse Meeting the Bar

This was prompted by  Victoria C. Slotto who asked to take “the challenge to be totally alive in the present and write to our perceptions.” Since I’m getting my monthly arthritis treatment at the cancer center (I don’t have cancer) I came up with this poem. This is my now, right now. I’m surrounded by cancer patients and i have two perceptions a) when people have cancer they become narcissists, and rightfully so b) it’s a privilege to get a second chance, which our affluent society let us get I am writing this from UCLA, the view is of the Ronald Regan Hospital, and what can be more of a view of affluent medicine

Also posted on:

Wordless Wednesday

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

sunset tunnel

Bridge

end of world
planned pre-extinction
puzzled driver won’t return

no more ginger-filled
usual morning cup
postponed indefinitely

tears burned
evening light
white-fronted entryways

pleasure
slowly spilling
down ragging river

stretched pathway
leads to invariable demise
sunset tunnel

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Written for:

The Sunday Challenge ~ Featuring Kat Mortensen

Photo Credit: Kat Mortensen © 2012 of Poetikat

suffocated reflection

Reflections

tortured self-portrait
suffocated reflection

poignantly decorated
desolation and regret

cultivated condensation
impressive procrastination

informal ingenuity
rhetorical apprehension

marked musical measures
meolodious sylvan clank

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Written for:

Patterns, Pictures and Poems

Photo credit: James Rainsford 

three cultural revolutionary tanka

Children in Their Natural Wild State

highest dimensions
souls reawakened
flourishing forces
veil between worlds uplifted
revolutionary wave

insurgent powers
on catastrophic courses
charge into the fray
take advantage of the weak
holding only humble hope

sensory rebirth
down to earth metaphysics
new world envisioned
cultural independence
streaming literary works

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Written for:

The Frog in His Fresh Waters

Photo Credit: mouse medicine

Tattooed Baby

Tattooed Baby

the cute little infant was only nine months old
some have said it was a night of heavy drinking
the scanky tatoo artist was her stupid beau
she was employeed as a stripper at the town bar
mother arrested for Tattooing her Baby

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Written for:

 

American Sentences

My son pointed out to me that snopes reports this as FALSE. I am not reporting this story. It’s a funny poem, written for a prompt. So, no. This is not real. Yes, the tattoo looks fake because it is fake etc.

Photo Credit: Crazy Weird News

I found more pictures of this baby on Drill Baby. It’s not a real baby. It’s a work of art.