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287 · Jun 2018
Pencil and Pen
bulletcookie Jun 2018
there is a cup full of pencils on this desk
No! two cups worth, jammed into one
a second full of a brush, candy-cane, letter opener
while inside lying towards bottom are paper clips,
smiling
scissors, ***** drivers, 4th of July sparklers
a piece of tape waiting to repair or hold a stem
AND the paper ...!

-cec
284 · Jun 2018
Filthy Whiskey
bulletcookie Jun 2018
she said it was a ***** Martini
a filmy liquid poured into clear glass
squeeze bottles of Worcestershire, for ******-Mary,
squirted octopus ink into bleeding crushed ice
millions of dancing limes approve
as Vodkas crash to internal shores

she let us smell its fragrance
in the bottle's bottom depths
we drank her beer in ounces
'till a swirling straw bumped ice
there a vision reared it's carnage
with its alcoholic swage

she hovers by her register as the numbers button down
while the room spins after-hours in this other part of town
music plays within this cavern dim where tunes of rue elute
a she and he, to they were friends, days can end in Absolute
from hearth and work's alarm to roam at power's will
uptown/downtown skid row's tribulations till

absorbed in sorrowful rags, tears of strangers
wiped from countertop gouged by time's knife
slices of stories, jokes and anecdotes suspended
on racks above this bar's mirrored memories
hang on entrance door and exit's green light
arriving early after to leave too late

-cec
282 · Sep 2016
Monument
bulletcookie Sep 2016
A serious worn face
with wandering heart
filled with shy hope
of a world yet to come
but its tardy arrival
pulls ******* taught strings
'till it seems fight or flight
whether autumn or spring
so solemn by day
and still in its night
seeking glimmers of stars
soft whispers, and love
as a moon casts its radiance
thru ink oceans above
within somber place
abides in life's thrall

-cec
278 · Feb 2017
Preemptive Parking
bulletcookie Feb 2017
Stripping naked cedar trees
growing rings replete with years
heavy logged a barren dump
half-inch cable drag mud stumps
metal teeth, Stihl, gnaws an' scratches
top most mountain's slouching haunches
infested Terra's flesh and bone
miles of mange on **** of hound

Façade green near two lane glaciers
engine fuel leaks out denatured
racing to free parking yonder
this gypsy caravan of wanderers
bereft of vision, once where gardens
wrapped around our bark and pith
now their paths wade into garbage
as this landscape coughs its myth

≈ cec
270 · Jun 2022
Pocket Call
bulletcookie Jun 2022
Grandfather fell on his merry old crown
phone in his pocket all merry-go-round
a photo-snap captured surprisingly, found
recorded a nose, head and a frown

-cec
269 · Jul 2018
Down to Sea
bulletcookie Jul 2018
Fog rolls bank on ocean's crest
over mounds of roaming waves
buoy bells float in dissonant beats
near shores of sand-piper beaches

clangs that mark a barrier's depth
where sunken vessels sailed
and now these tolls extol their death
to those who brave this veil

the question lies on either side
and where these ship do round
on going out and coming in
through narrow's passage bound

-cec
267 · Aug 2018
amber
bulletcookie Aug 2018
half-moon's amber blush
sky's heliotrope sunset
summer's burnt offer'

-cec
Northwest Fires and Smoke filled sky
264 · May 2018
Sunday Beads
bulletcookie May 2018
scent of cut grass lingers after mowing
having met blade, blade having met rock
white petals, on dark plum branches, glow
an indecisive sun, aloof, among drifting grey clouds
filtering greens, shadows, red-black tulips
a dusty swept worm, woken from its crevice dirt, cowers
nature readies to explode in long thin seed-pods
to eject tiny capsules holding all possibility

-cec
263 · Jul 2018
Event Horizon
bulletcookie Jul 2018
those inner sanctum eyes
enfold in singularity this heart
in star crushing gravity, consumed
in love's long embrace

-cec
259 · Mar 2019
Zuzu's Petals
bulletcookie Mar 2019
Lucidity ―
free to the truer reality
of car wrecks and ancient trees
friendships that cling in hand
an old post's stairwell ornament
rain, snow, salt, bread
these second great features of Bijou's movie marque
an old angel covets his wings
and a young girl believes in bells
life in the shadows envies a sun's flower

-cec
256 · Apr 2019
April
bulletcookie Apr 2019
moisture swells a seed
spring breaths fresh air and pollen
humming bird still life

-cec
254 · May 2018
Waiting
bulletcookie May 2018
hours have circled by in hope of seeing you approach-
to first notice your eyes exchanged in anticipating trance
when world stops: ends in a centrifugal flight into galaxy's arms
gravity giving up its intimacy for an arrow's push of this heart
into limitless space, unfold, attest a perfect conjunction

endearments will speed across our dance stepped stars
today, tomorrow
wearing chameleon skin hues that beckon a touch to solidity

now's concrete lot: sprouting weeds, grime, flat plastic bottle; denies parking
waiting for the sixty-seven north among phone-hands, averted faces
older wrinkles, tired limbs filling street cloths in rush hour's stupor
hurtling towards The Spiral Tavern to meet absent friends
who's beers foam happy condolences to current regrets and sorrow

a bus transfer lies deep within a pocket, there beleaguers ride home
empty stools, tables, rackety riot music playing exponentially
into tin-tapping ears and restless mind full of arresting alarms
talk becomes pennies on the dollar, prose runs off a cliff
time revolves around pleasantries walking towards the exit

Where are you now ...?

-cec
254 · Nov 2020
Authentic
bulletcookie Nov 2020
when feelings spill free
empathy is heart's crowbar
spring breeze, pried windows

-cec
254 · Apr 18
Wannabe
bulletcookie Apr 18
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.
252 · Nov 2023
Trigrams
bulletcookie Nov 2023
each line, ladder's plank
eonic time & places
who'll climb Mt. Meru

-cec
251 · Nov 2023
Hermetic Neoplatonism
bulletcookie Nov 2023
one perfect circle
eminates round progeney
above so below

-cec
249 · Feb 2019
Meow Mix
bulletcookie Feb 2019
Los gatos y sus gemidos
the cats and their moaning

esta mañana me despertaron
woke me up this morning

mientras sueña con una tetera de pescado
while dreaming of a kettle of fish

-cec
249 · Jan 2019
Purnima
bulletcookie Jan 2019
globe of bright white brush
golden strokes surrounding you
a king's winter guide

-cec
242 · Apr 2018
Ritual Reveille
bulletcookie Apr 2018
I hear a dog whistle in my tin-ear
higher in that morning wake up listen
followed by some sleeping memories spent
to spark life back into bed bode on bier
head up leads first spinal twist-spin leg's weir
feet on this floor balance grav'ties decent
trunk set motion pivots towards day's ascent
close pass window to view, to shape, to hear

there on tree tips chick'dees flit-fly blithely
rain drops para-****** atop old smoke
starlings fidget to worm's earthly writhing
legions' insect swarm free onto blossoms
dandelion yellow peak out of sight
as this morning trundles spring tides rise

-cec
239 · Oct 2021
Italic
bulletcookie Oct 2021
Trying to stay in touch with Mimi is not easy -
talk unfolds in combative narratives
over what is of importance and value
shaking to the roots of past & present
with no future in sight or hearing
bring on all senses and spell me
as I, if I were real and sure of saving us,
boldly propose a course of love
love that should never be lost
between brothers and sisters

-cec
239 · Nov 2021
Garden Songs (Senryu)
bulletcookie Nov 2021
joy sung to a rose
passions' herald red revelry
intoxication

-cec
236 · Jun 2018
Landscape
bulletcookie Jun 2018
dripping from these heart torn heavens a pale light -
ragged purples line lonely landscape shadows
rejuvenated ionic plateaus crumble into skirts of ruin
there thoughts lie buried waiting inspirational rain

an arrow's flight is itself a fate-straight report
a heron's is floppy as it contemplates marshy ports
wiggling tadpoles torpedo to a shapeless slow-pass
their sky upside down and sinking to the depths

horizons on this canvas stretch curves distant
in side view edges bringing one closer to ledge's precipice
falling over yellow sand-verbena and Amophila wars
where dune swallows nest and eagle's spirit soar

-cec
235 · Aug 2018
Threshold
bulletcookie Aug 2018
from space, hurricanes look innocent cotton *****
with an eye hole revealing their true path of destruction

in space, physics tells us black holes absolutely call
compressing, even thought, out of existential deduction

through space, this universe bends and folds with blacksmith's maul
sending star sparks parsecs into web's construction

where subspace entanglements show self and other fall
as one liminal singularity within this carnal carnival unction

-cec
235 · Jun 2021
Lamplighter
bulletcookie Jun 2021
stars aflame at night
a lamplighter's lamp alight
singing awe to sight

-cec
235 · Jul 2021
Moving Nightmare
bulletcookie Jul 2021
Moving Nightmare

speeding down the way
the demos from demons run
winter car tires spin

-cec
232 · Feb 2019
Kokogiak
bulletcookie Feb 2019
two legs run on snow
ten legs waving on ice flow
winter's deception

-cec
Kokogiak (Inuit)
Ten-legged polar-bear monster that can summon hallicinations of any creature they eat, so they can use these illusions to lure loved ones of the victim towards them to become their next meal. Known to emulate humans by lying on their backs and waving thier legs in welcome.
231 · Oct 2017
Overcast
bulletcookie Oct 2017
cloud cover thickens this emotional porridge
realizing distant leagues between letters
written on vistas vast and open prairie
with piled stones of a fettered heart

your silence bespeaks these iconic symbols
atmospheric visions, while I stay rooted
a fantasy and sage brush cumulonimbus
in Nazca Lines, shared love, lives muted

how many years and weathered months
as careless rivulets move each grain
and mountains crumble to their sea mounts
with moist remembrances of loss retained

-cec
231 · Sep 2018
Received
bulletcookie Sep 2018
within a postmarked envelope
sealed with a final red kiss
a blank sheet of white paper,
tear stained from glazed eyes
words having fallen short,
succumbed to folds of sorrow

-cec
Nothing personal. Just pulling on the heart strings.
226 · Dec 2019
Four Corners
bulletcookie Dec 2019
a holiday stamp glued
bound to envelope's travels
addressed in soul's ink

-cec
225 · Aug 2022
Grendel
bulletcookie Aug 2022
What are these bones, muscle?
this hairy torso alive with goose bumps
an animal grasp, shattering bone
ripping marionette's sinew and members
smelling of drying blood in day's follow
before diving deep into cave's bowls
there subsiding evening's howling
with monstrous heart, like forest embers,
          smoldering

worries crease and fold over shoulder's look
stone voices echo above, searching
smoke filled eyes blind and mined of light
guttural rumbling beneath their venomous anger
sustained by years of false demagogues
to scratch and pick among the ruined crops
violent brawls over morsels of industrial slop
driven to wield a popular myth of terror
         plots within plots

Nature revolts with amoebic precision
a cubic meter of water's hammer ******
a hurricane of wind, fury and destruction
preceding the padded footfalls of death's
dank breath and suffocating grip
this creature's birth and veracity
against a sea of troubled illusions
will tear realities fabric of flesh
         as pole from pole

-cec
based on "Grendel" (short story) by Larry Niven
224 · Sep 2018
High Rise Victimized
bulletcookie Sep 2018
take this heart as ledger
for it only gave us pain
as though stricken on a stretcher
with a near to death refrain

was it love or was it fancy
was it loneliness on ice
we sought to raise the ante
as we planned to dodge white rice

was it lost among late hours
high above a city view
mining favor from the powers
as our lives were bent askew

busy days within life's traffic
and the nights dystopic frames
when our talks went stenographic
while our feelings missed their aim

take this elevator cardiograming
its sharp peaks and valleys black
forming ridge of road show blaming
as we say goodbye to jack

-cec
223 · Jun 3
Madagascar
bulletcookie Jun 3
jungle law is harsh
when we clutch civil war's torch
🎶"I see skies of blue ..."🎶

-cec
6/6/24 (word change)
221 · Jan 2018
Classic Audio
bulletcookie Jan 2018
rain's tin roof voices
Northern Flicker's Harpo horn
day's soundboard prism

cec
221 · Sep 2021
Noodler
bulletcookie Sep 2021
submerged beneath dark silty waves
feeling fingers probe bank's muddy scales
pluck taut cords holding carp's mouth
note by foot long muscled mandolin

-cec
(re)
217 · Jun 2022
Eden
bulletcookie Jun 2022
These feelings seem to be leaking
started as a few drops, forming
streaming rivulets of salty memories
torrents now, gushing jumping fish
swimming upstream to spawn more dreams
rivers of love and copulation
leading down to a garden ocean
filled with promise and hope

-cec
216 · Nov 2018
Way Station (Tanka)
bulletcookie Nov 2018
bobbling, cork like, ducks
gleaning green aquatic plants
fall's visitors laugh
long rains try to fill buckets
flooded lake climbs upon shore

-cec
(re. 2023)
213 · Feb 2018
Insatiable Politic
bulletcookie Feb 2018
"Will you walk into my parlor?, said the Spider to the Fly ..." **
"I want to listen ...I hear you" arachnid's tactic sly
The fly, furious of all the carnage, complained
telling of fallen family and inexperienced friends
now desiccated, wrapped in silken shrouded end

The Spider listened patiently, as spiders often do
and lent its stoic eyes for each escape, maroon
while thoughts of chains, gears and echoed screams
served as mental appetizers to a growing hunger swoon
as wet saliva moments stayed his craven dreams

Soon Fly was shifting silent having said all that it could
hairs upon its body augured danger in this hood
closely watching Spider and knowing of his brood
chose to hover near to exit from this room
so defied this spider's web to seek a greater good

Now this Spider still it waits for unsuspecting game
its nature and demeanor belts a greedy gut and fame
sequestered in its isolated ravages, reprobative mind
as its silken lies trace traps in this ancient worst of times
heed this breeze that frames its doors to unrepentant doom

-cec
**The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt (1799–1888), published in 1828
213 · Oct 2018
Wild's Keep
bulletcookie Oct 2018
steep from valley trees
black hills framed, mountain's crest snow
silence stills howling

-cec
"athome, washington" photo28
212 · Sep 2019
A Good Day
bulletcookie Sep 2019
It's going to go on,
for years.
T-cell hurricanes
eye these vital days
graft vs. host no more

no more crying (for now)
time stopped before a cure
when flowers, trees, rainbow birds
visited past autumn's hour
to gaze upon an empty feeder

a stolen picture of youth
pinned upon a naked wall
a serious face looking back
as though to say, "If I,
in morning wake, it's a good day!"

-cec
In memory of Norma Jean DeVico, Artist and good friend
212 · Apr 5
Three Blind (*)
bulletcookie Apr 5
One said, "God knows best and will save us in the end."
The second said, "What if it's too late and the universe ends before God comes to the rescue?"
The third was a dog, with a hind leg scratching its side. It licked its paw, then howled at the wailing sirens.

-cec
NaPoWriMo - 4/5
(prompt) Now try your hand at writing your own poem about how a pair or trio very different things would perceive of a blessing or, alternatively, how these very different things would think of something else (luck, grief, happiness, etc).
211 · Jun 2019
The Bee's Arc
bulletcookie Jun 2019
Honey from thyme ―
sun shimmies summer's morning
stirring the mind's hive to its labors
shifting leg's chores to the wing
in flight of floating aerial lines
to plot of pink and purple anchorage

no silk to swing upon its travail
dear bee, fueled by golden cakes
aviates air's curves and troughs
in one sixtieth of an arc degree
of its calculated tiny soul
as plot of pink and purple anchorage

then angles promenade in mid-day sail
their dance transmit the call
an exponential 'pas de deux' channeled
through ancestral ***** music
to nourish generational ascent
anchored in this pink and purple thyme

-cec
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPDYCJQdNO8
210 · Apr 7
Wisdom's Weirdness
bulletcookie Apr 7
wisdom comes slowly
a bud unfolds wet and cold
spring's sun, late but sure

-cec
4/7- NaPoWriMo "weird wisdom"
210 · Nov 2018
Seven Ten
bulletcookie Nov 2018
Monday morning mourns
weeping weekly war sermons
for Sunday's winter
209 · Dec 2018
Conversion
bulletcookie Dec 2018
gentle in the morning air, this-
which swings upon grey mist
as light and shadow soon appear
among the hush-hush leaves

this winter wet has now beset
within the orchard's glean
where viscid mud and bracken rest
and pearls of rain drops gleam

red berries lure wide eyes that bite
to satiate their gnaw
from limb to branch with claw or flight
for each must heed this call

with roiling clouds of hues and tint
above this valley's lows
these fronts move cardinal quint
in convection's rise and flow

from ages past in lineage lasts
with Raven's heart and soul
upon these western waters cast
through weathered mounts in snow

in this tale as solstice nears
beneath transition's Northwest blow
loyal stewards of this land revered
in humble cedar house repose

receive these then agreeable rains
that nurtures one and all
know this sacred season's reign
as chronicled forward in this squall

-cec
209 · Jan 9
Blanc Noir
bulletcookie Jan 9
she was a flower in bloom
gracing the noon day sun
both golden, as one

a cardinal vision, to one
captivated by her sight
to spiral in vertigo and swoon

as beauty was singular in this
all indications would lead to a kiss
in endless harmony and bliss

forces beyond their control
possessed their love to unfold
in the fullness of life’s country road

stirred coffee and cream do swirl
as they danced to a yin and yang world
then one last kiss for his breathless girl


-cec
208 · Jan 29
Ticket to Ride
bulletcookie Jan 29
train tracks talking train
scenes rush past vision's film strip
melting in the light

-cec
Inspired by Jamadhi Verse's "Fast Track"
207 · Apr 16
Nodding Don
bulletcookie Apr 16
your jaw fell asleep
while the trial went ever deep
no stamp will grace it

-cec
4/14 - NaPoWriMo - stamps
207 · Apr 2018
Familiar
bulletcookie Apr 2018
A rat stood on his hinds, in grass
between sidewalk and street,
gazing up with one eye it asked:
"Should I run? Stay here, delay
and sacrifice my final breath to you?"

Surprised at this spectacle of nature
one can only think that it was sick
or stricken by fear at this chance encounter
though something in that static eye spoke
of many lives over millions of years.

Moving on, it stared at this passing
as though it was meant to happen
forever in just this way with little fanfare
and no interruption of the moment
as two fixed as one endured recognition.

-cec
203 · Aug 2018
Rage (10 syllables)
bulletcookie Aug 2018
Just one step away from misunderstood.

-cec
203 · Sep 2019
Jay Blues
bulletcookie Sep 2019
A billion Blue Jays
away, where did they all go?
where did they come from
with fidget dance, round wing glide
crested legions turn with tide

-cec
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