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Ottar Apr 2015
Triangle pose,
Toe toucher,
Hand reaching,
For a skyhook,
But its' been took!,
Left hand
                 Pause
                            For thoughts
                            and breathing
                            and
Right Hand
                     Pause
                               and more
                               than a stretch
Taking turns
Grabbing air
Hips were square
Breathing In
Breathing Out
V e r t e b r a e
Sound like
Bowling *****
R e t u r n i n g
Ready for
more Abuse
Triangle love
Hold that
Pose, feel
It?, with me.
Ottar Apr 2015
the sky had a case of random cloudiness, the moon,
the stars could still gaze upon the Earth from the
glass shelves, that only rarely let the stars fall and
the moon change shape, like the way your *******
heave when I kiss the nape of your neck
many times
Ottar Apr 2015
I See I See
evil enemy
ego ergo
I Sea I Sea
esteemed arrogance
execution attention
I Saw I Saw
active war
always wasted
I Swear I Swear
wreak effluent accept recruits
without economic advantage results
zero
Current Events - what is happening out there right now
NaPoWri was a He She dialogue poem, I used one that I wrote on HP called Tale of Two Women and Bad Math, I did some minor changes on Word Press but left it as it was originally here on HP
Ottar Apr 2015
My dog walks are getting crowded,
Drag the main, the girl, she asked,
"I know this is a random question"
as startled I close the gate,
"But do you have any plastic bags?"
"No" said I, and stood to wait
for her to move out of the way,
there was enough time to take in her face,

her life was rough her face said so, but
no language it spoke but two, body and *****,
it made me walk the other way as she turned the
way I normally do,  that face textured, maybe
crack pipe burns from in her youth...

As I walked quickly away large trucks rolled quickly by
I turned to keep an eye them, caught her, in the corner of my eye
following, and not very discreetly.....
Ottar Apr 2015
There is little room in the sky
The wind is a gutsy bully
Can move you with a gust,

There is little room in my past
The future is aging so fast
To this point life is a bust,

Don't mind me

I will just peel back the rust
Expose the internal busted workings
Who can begin to trust a clock,

Made in Grande Prairie
Ottar Apr 2015
Morning smelled like sixteen cups of coffee,
but that is what it took for you to get through the day,
your brother and your sister are doing fine,
as i am still pariah, must be a flaw in my design,

Evening smelled like cigarettes, as the beer you drank smoked,
driving you home late-night was the best part, then it finally became
legal when I got my license, your other brother's ghost stills sits
in the back seat, he didn't have the heart to tell you he died.

Noon on weekends was bottles of beer in a pitcher,
we (you) had to drink them all because it was *****
and waste to pour the beer back.
These are not the memories of a happy son.  My dad past away several years ago, some stuff keeps coming up, hard man to love, easy man to hate.
Ottar Apr 2015
Not a four letter word,
                                    chase the birds and                           with this
                                                            ­        discover bliss,
Under Heaven, there is time for everything, even this,

Can't be art, or are you nature?
This can reflect your posture.

to smile for all seasons
need not one reason

Vigorous pulse and impulsive
Sleep is wasted, and repulsive,


This is to die for in a fight
It ain't right, war
but it is the way
of the world, and of old men.
A riddle
Answer: well take a guess in the comments and it must be an exact match
No guesses yet it has been almost 24 hours...okay you are all being nice to...need more reads....and guesses!
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