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women who weave dreams —

Her fabric unwoven, warp an' weft
from our star-crossed tapestry
unraveled these nine years
life's loom still and silent at night
soon the moon will dream new,
with silver threads of light

-cec
4d · 156
Somnombulant
elastic moments are found in dreams
stretched across the earth and skies
unwinding their main spring stories
in whirlpool colors and Faustian sounds
playing the sleeper; hook, line and sinker
across that surface tension between tic\toc
in waking, breaking  line, loose the catch
winding up forgetful shattered ornaments
as day delivers pasteurized light displays
and presumes the world is out of bed

-cec
In resonance with Larry Berger's "Optimism in Dreamland"
6d · 66
Still In Montana
bigger outback cars with *** tires roam
swinging down the roads drinking alcohol
not knowing how much further to going

that distant red-orange sky gets even so
as though the dark blue gradient is empty
of stars, but night proves otherwise eternity

sleepless at the wheel curving with the way
trying to spend more miles into break of day
believing in the next bend to bring us home

-cec
Jan 21 · 209
lacuna
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laid your head upon my shoulder
let me feel your warmth and breath
and when the cold intrudes this moment
may that embrace remember best

-cec
Jan 20 · 312
El Presidental
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Oh, that look on a dog's face,
before it takes a crap!

-cec
Jan 18 · 139
empty bowl
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chopping nourishment
layers open, bring eye's tears
winter onion soup

-cec
Jan 17 · 76
River to Sea
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Innocence is lost in a tiddlywink
no longer humming a swing song
waning years of hard waxing wrongs
whirling without a smile or blink

listen to lamenting reggae voices
calling back our selfie primal pleas
while rhythm beats grind fear free
changing up the down deep choices

how many many moaning hours
must be hung out to cry, and dry
bellyfull of empty and waiting to die
piled higher than the towers of Babylon

-cec
Jan 14 · 68
Ah-CHOO !
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it was a sniffle
three wee pigs could not ignore
wolf's moon winter blast

-cec
Jan 12 · 274
love's labor
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hold this precious jewel
unearthed by a miner's heart
feeling's tumbling years

-cec
Jan 9 · 236
conscripted
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words tumble, soldier like
even the alphabet forgets their place
as each letter musters for duty

Sargent Eraser scoffs at laxative crawl
under barb wired meters
in the conscripted muddy penses

seeking freedom from rank and call
in that one more turn of phrase
a falling veil or vale, that surprise

-cec
Jan 6 · 199
Sans Serif
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  IIIIIII
  IIIIII­I
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-cec
Jan 3 · 73
Howling How
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That high Doppler howl
wavers in ether to ear
calling out lonely blue
reverberating echos
longing for her at home

-cec
Dec 2024 · 94
Gyre
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snake eyes will divine
dervish galaxies spinning
eons transcending jar

-cec
Year of the snake in the game of Craps; naturally.
Dec 2024 · 139
Barrier Reef
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Approaching low these frothy ancient walls
this wooden haul goes groan in hesitation
plays sunken sounds abaft of sodden planks
against wet, wind whipped sheets, slippery rope

Pilot eyes a narrow channel to this coffin's drift
a wheel in fate's hand, spun for all hands deck
one cold sea surge, after another, vaults over
sailor's gritting teeth with sea tears on pale cheeks

Fathoms drowned, as currents swell in rhythmic dance
Davy Jones awaits for those to decompose by chance
a gold doblón, a flipped up sueño, when maelstrom ends
drifting in lines of seaweed lime, or port of heart's content


-cec
Dec 2024 · 364
Snow Flurry
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feeling forest peace
cloud's nimble fingers conjure
winter's master spell

-cec
Dec 2024 · 116
message bob
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You sent me a photo of your legs
resting on beach white sand
as though this was enough of you

In the distance was the Gulf expanse
womb to hurricanes and lost ships
beckoning soulful sailors to their fate

In salty heart and mind, fortunes for love
waterspout hours of landed musing
those appendages of family and anchorage

Longing for the rest of you, sun burns
bottled hopes float endlessly adrft
each lap and wave in an ocean of desire

-cec
Dec 2024 · 437
Day's Passing
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An orange sun decends low mountain
shadows climb high the snowy crags
small birds disappear into silent forest
a beeswax candle lites near a cabin window

the inkstone wetted, the brush drinks deep
flowing slow strokes of evening's lament
when heart yearns and love relents
every tremble a storytelling twilight sleep

-cec
Dec 2024 · 137
B-3 Happy
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It's a gallop, repeating rhythm
a voice singing moog music
swing in the bone marrow
smile is not optional, natural
gravitationally grabbing near bodies
for the dance to come

-cec
Dec 2024 · 104
Parallax
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cold hands, lonely hearts
suffering alone at gloam
thoughts of warm embrace

-cec
To the lonely hearts club band
Dec 2024 · 356
beyond
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Jupiter's lantern
mindful of infinity
across time's darkness

-cec
Dec 2024 · 100
emily
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Happy birthday
To
You
before and after bones

-cec
RIP Emily Dickinson
Dec 2024 · 595
Bamboo
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long leaves green, yellow

curl, spiral on wind to land

an idle rake waits

-cec
Dec 2024 · 68
Hibernal
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cloud legions blanket
gray, rumpled, overcast sky
winter solstice 'pears

-cec
Seattle December
Dec 2024 · 296
God of War
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Jupiter is star-like tonight
lumbering in the darkness
throwing its gravity about
picking on moons and asteroids
while brewing storms and lightning

From afar it seems crystal
sharp, isosceles rays of light
an ornament in the cosmos
fingers point, faces uplifted amazement
in cold clear black silences

Io, knows its tyranny
stretched and pulled for millennia
calderas of lava rage and flow
blood blasts of internal strife
turning in unknown tranquility of space

-cec
Dec 2024 · 93
SOMA
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morning fills sun's cup
a spring of mint mead awaits
drafts of blissful joy

cec
Nov 2024 · 234
morning climb
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sun's white light glares bright
on dew wet grass fields and rush
pearling misty webs

-cec
Nov 2024 · 262
Two Poles
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Along the river fishermen cast
and wait, under the willow's shade
soon fish dine in dusk's light
Mayflies wing in ecstacy

-cec
Oct 2024 · 109
Ben
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Ben
again and again
the, Thy, story does not end

I watch the people come and go
near lake's hidden lilys, again and again

fiddle like winds play a tumbling riddle
brown leaf ghosts dance music eternal

distant wild cactus flowers crack open
like Rumi's heart, a sacred mystery of love

where wind chimes sound good bye
and Theseus' ship still sails, by and by

-cec
Passing of a friend
Sep 2024 · 471
labor day play
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laborers and bees
swarm in simple ignorance
dancing in sun's dreams

-cec
Sep 2024 · 157
Sandalwood
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The crackling pine cones of summer
silent in the early autumn mists
shouting geese gathering in dancing lake
the world lays back north for winter slumber

-cec
Sep 2024 · 110
Comma
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a fishing hook dangles from a branch
did the fisherman go home with a fish?

-cec
Aug 2024 · 115
Making up Sense (*)
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Written words placed well
spoke metered sound wells
chimes sing in fluent breezes
spelling thought's current
memory caching
celestial spheres' music

Poets chew your food
drunk on cobble streets
bumbling, humming a tune
dreaming alphabets
Lasso' poly-phones
kidnapped by rhyme and resin

-cec
***The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of six lines each, with set rules.***
May 2024 · 113
May Flowers
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Her golden hair in noon day’s light, aflame
burned an image in heart’s depths
even the fields of sun flowers seemed envious
as fence climbing roses reached up to see
beauty, that in beholding eye’s bias, florets

She waits there, in still-life discovery
a blossom undisturbed and fragrant
one can hear the buzz of desire stir
a hive of expectation and frenzied dancing
soon petals will open and pollen promenade


-cec
Apr 2024 · 109
Hercules Redux
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“Pillars, rampaging lions and boars, horse ****,
what more can one ask of a hero’s wit?
Well, here he sits, waiting for the next temp job!
How much more do I have to pay for a mistake?
I told the wife and kids I was all wound up with Olympic PTSD!
They just happened to wake me in a fit of rage and terror,
and they did not fit into my fit, so they played and paid.
Now it's, Heracles this, Hercules that, and don't forget; bring me golden apples, or tend to the herd in west Jesus or other,
and blah, blah, blah, your so strong ...
maybe you can help the neighbors move a couch out?
My friend Sampson went through similar *******
then his old lady, Delilah, gives him a bad haircut
which sends him into a rage, creating a scene.
I mean, I’ve had to smell the bad breath of monsters,
cut off their heads only to get pennies on the dollar or worse, no compensation except,
‘Good you came in time Herc ...’
I move mountains for folks and get **** from the gods!
What’s more, I get no respect from these young’nes;
they tease all the time that my lion cloak and helmet smell!
I just want to tear some heads off and punch them to pulp!
So, I've been laying low checking out the Amazons
having a nice draft of Soma and planning my next trick.”

-cec

fact check: Hercules did not know Sampson! He made it up!
4/30 - NaPoWriMo - write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a character from myth or legend,
Apr 2024 · 99
Mercurial
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How  fleeting the sandy grains that drop
through narrow remembering of yesterday
ephemeral flowers that graced a table vase
now dehydrated still life, garden scattered

How the vaporous past presumes the future
lensed by present reflection’s myopic trust
further receding into hammered glass icons
erected edifices to a longing life portrait

Unpredictable, unstable, a butterfly vortex
arising from a bottle of smokey possibility
constant in ever capricious choice and predictability
a mutual mutability of then and now’s  protean toss

-cec
4/29 - NaPoWriMo -  Taylor Swift has released a new double album titled “The Tortured Poets Department.” In recognition of this occasion, Merriam-Webster put together a list of ten words from Taylor Swift songs. We hope you don’t find this too torturous yourself, but we’d like to challenge you to select one these words, and write a poem that uses the word as its title.
Apr 2024 · 83
Arg
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Arg
Hobbler, the crow, was lame
but he had game, and props
being a few other birds, not game,
city birds, begging and scavenging
savaging, all the same road ****
chill when humans came close
they became verbose, false bravado
for weightless bags of bone and feathers
whether or not noticed, scurrying
ducking under benches, cars, then
flapping half a bird lap up, down
around the service lamps; the scamps!
Their pirate leader does its one leg hop
and one can imagine a gang plank stop
with a heave-** flank and up they rise
into the market sky and to return
short of a ****** but gang none-the-less

-cec
4/26 - NaPoWriMo - something, something, poem ...

Props - back-up, team, member droogs ...
Apr 2024 · 107
Proust Questions
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Where is the center lost?
found in a raga’s tabla
and the meandering river
of a sitar’s harmonic dream

When does childhood end?
it begins in silent oceans
bursting open with wet life
grasping with tiny fingers

How does the hourglass last?
moments to minutes, limitless
each grain a sandy shore
mountains turned upside down

-cec
4/25 - napowrimo - write a poem in the form of an entirely new Proust Questionnaire - (or off the reservation)
Apr 2024 · 123
Spring Ode
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“The Attic warbler pours her throat,
Responsive to the cuckoo's note,”

A blackhead chickadee arpeggeos across the plum's branch,
white petals floating down to pointillist path,
where a green and muddy ground catches moist spring.
Minuscule wing swarms dance circles and zigzag tunes
to April’s breezy baton in overture to nature.
Snow-bells, pawnbroker hang, while crocus stand in purple/yellow ranks of elliptical rooted silence.
Oh gentle air of ancient curious prīmo vēre,
what wonders will you issue forth and form?
With outstretched arms and hearts we welcome you,
your nurturing ways of equanimity in equinox so true.

-cec

"Ode to Spring" by Thomas Gray
4/24- NaPoWriMo - write a poem that begins with a line from another poem
Apr 2024 · 93
A Wonder
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Wonder Wart-Hog succumbed to his powers,
“Was it the beer?” on his adopted planet
raised by hillbillies who were unable to eat him
As misanthropic as his neighborhood denizens
he is fated to bring swine justice, to the greater evil villains,
with his haphazard hog combat
living in a welfare toothed city scape
with broken-bottle-wielding alleyways
our superhero lumbers and snorts forward
into the breach of the seedy underbelly
of a schizoid society seeking hoodie anonymity
or zombie relief in a pick your poison age
This “Hog of Steel” though mild mannered
in his unaltered ego of Philbert DeSanex
fights for a labored truth, law and order
while delivering absurd antics on unsuspecting consumers of fascist pickles and bureaucratic saltines

-cec
4/23- NaPoWriMo - write a poem about, or involving, a superhero, taking your inspiration from these four poems in which Lucille Clifton addresses Clark Kent/Superman.

Wonder Wart-Hog - circa 1962 by Gilbert Shelton
Apr 2024 · 151
Two to Tangle
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Godzilla and King Kong battle
while Atlas has his arms full of sky
giant squids wrestle whales
dimension Kaiju trounce on Jaegers, likewise
everything is in a fight club,
club fight, landing jet powered punches
and hammering the next victim down
worlds collide, macro and micro
armies clash, rock vs paper vs scissors
Cane brained Able, Rocky the Russian
pitted against all in all comers, Earth vs ...
Apophis, hurtling itself to land its knockout

-cec
4/22- NaPoWriMo - two unlikly opponents
Apr 2024 · 70
Dark Matters
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black on black, not cat
black hole black, not a golf hole
whole crushing blackness

-cec
4/21 - NaPoWriMo -
a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color
Apr 2024 · 93
Long Ago Argonaut
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Odysseus sailed far and wide
destined  to ride the rising tides
this Vitruvian King, husband, father
navel of this orb’s slice, squared
outstretched (**** ad quadratum)
ventured out upon the stratum
plagued by duty, honor bound
cast upon his earthly rounds
ox and mule could not his delay
ten years, more, from place of his birth, away
how his voyage then encircled
this (**** ad circulum,) like a girdle,
wrapped the legend’s mortal length
though his will gave body strength
a horse’s belly full of Greeks doomed Troy
while oracles, “beef-witted” soldiers did toy
even tempered, ingenious and just
brought witty Outis from god’s drowning gust
thrown for a loop by Neptune and Zeus
betrayed and delayed by mischievous use
hearth and love drew our brave wandering soul
the weary years of travel had taken their toll ever closer to Ithaca, land of his kin
smuggled in sleep, there new struggles begin
finding rough suitors had invaded his place
to right all the wrongs his anger did rage
stringing his bow, friends, and state
shot his true arrow through twelve rings of fate
his story continues, sly Odysseus of Rome
but the Greek Homer bore him honors, fame and back home

-cec
4/20 - NaPoWriMo - write a poem that recounts a historical event
Apr 2024 · 86
Haunted Hunt
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Haunted by the hunt
not knowing the aim
absent purpose
questions to questions
reduction ad infinitum
solus ("alone") ipse ("self").
a solipsist’s pirouette

Hunting the haunted
knowledge and knowing
resolved intent
books upon book shelf
atomism and Plato
holistic cast nets
finiteo (“complete")

-cec
4/19- NaPoWriMo - What are you haunted by, or what haunts you? Write a poem responding to this question.
Then change the word haunt to hunt
Apr 2024 · 274
Wannabe
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Not eye, but I In I —
spontaneous combustion
absent construction
fluid mechanics
spirit dynamics
just another electron dervish
seeking ways and means to nourish
from this existentialist dream
eased into Nirvana's stream

-cec
4/17- NaPoWriMo - a poem in which the speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why.
Apr 2024 · 194
South America, Take it Away
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This seventy eight plays in the head still—
A needle scratches out melodic grooves
leading the convolutions and folds
of a young developing brain in synchrony
to the rhythms and beats of a tropical stew
far away in a mystical coastal city’s playa,
where warm air caresses and clothes are optional. A longing for a simpler time seeps to bone, vibrating, the funny one happy; remember? Legs begin to sway with the palms, memories float, clouds drift, waves laugh and the moon looks down in wonder.

-cec
4/17- NaPoWriMo - music title
Apr 2024 · 115
in non sequitur awe
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A star born at the edge of our universe,
gray haired now and older than the Big Bust.
Technology’s Webb has pulled the rug out
sending science math and models stumbling.
Suddenly we are fly falling through space/time, infinities spreading infinitely.
A maul opens wide to swallow all in awe,  
leaving lost sheepish looks on academics.
Most humans living in somnambulant’s dream, naive to the allusions of red shift in gold leaf mirrors, chained Cave dwellers in a daze.
“Everyday, everyday I have the blues ...”
a Milky Way song!

-cec
4/16- NaPoWriMo - 1st gear to reverse in last line
Apr 2024 · 230
Nodding Don
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your jaw fell asleep
while the trial went ever deep
no stamp will grace it

-cec
4/14 - NaPoWriMo - stamps
Apr 2024 · 87
Knock Knock
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Knock Knock

Who's there? The other side the chicken crossed to.

Who's there? Banana, since I had no more oranges left.

Who's there? 🎼Gary Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary Indiana 🎶; of Lake County.

Who's there? Pizza guy, gal, else or a mobile food dispensing unit A2024D

Who's there? “Who's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know is on third ...”

Who's there? The Humanity, as the Hindenburg crashed in flames.

Who's there? (squeaky bull voice) “Little Red Riding Hood ...!”

Who's there? (muffled voice) “Land Shark”, er, “Telegram ...parcel post!”

Who's there? “What's Up ...!”

Who's there? “Dave, it's Dave man, me DAVE ...!”


-cec
4/14 - napowrimo - amaphora (somewhat)

Most are common references in 'mericka.
Apr 2024 · 79
WhY A E I O yoU
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To SEE words move in waves, wand and swan
in FELT textures that pan over the span of human history, opening a can of exuberant fandom.

HEARING it, them, spit out quick fits and sh#$ kickstarts the hits, a lit stick in the hellish pit of form.

SMELLING fat rat **** in pat lines pulls the mat on the chap who writes and chats with his cat monster, Wapslap.

MOUTHING the sun chum from fun to pun and stun, by one, who has come for those won.

CONCRETE thinking comes second after the ocean before.

Building BRIDGES follows vocabulary construction, connections of all things phenomenal.

The OAR of writing is a chore and door that stores, like "four score ..." or more, bores deep, not like boar's spoor.

FLOW with the tides of literary time though shine with the new harvest moon.

Seal the BONDS of language and story with heart and mindful imagination.


-cec
4/13- napowrimo - Finally, our optional prompt for the day asks you to play with rhyme. Start by creating a “word bank” of ten simple words. They should only have one or two syllables apiece. Five should correspond to each of the five senses (i.e., one word that is a thing you can see, one word that is a type of sound, one word that is a thing you can taste, etc). Three more should be concrete nouns of whatever character you choose (i.e., “bridge,” “sun,” “airplane,” “cat”), and the last two should be verbs. Now, come up with rhymes for each of your ten words. (If you’re having trouble coming up with rhymes, the wonderful Rhymezone is at your service). Use your expanded word-bank, with rhymes, as the seeds for your poem. Your effort doesn’t actually have to rhyme in the sense of having each line end with a rhymed word, but try to use as much soundplay in your poem as possible.
Apr 2024 · 88
Mono Filament
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This parrot keeps using fowl language.

Forgetting to put on your age is regressive.

Spelling is everything unless your grammar *****!

It's not whether the glass is half empty or full, it's how big the glass.

If bees dance, who plays the music?

-cec
4/11- NaPoWriMo - one liner style
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