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Bhill Jun 2020
Flare

let's kiss the mind with some flare every day
challenge the very core of your energy by accepting all sensory input
all the visual
all the audible
all the input thrown your way
see if that doesn't leave your mind with more flare

Brian Hill - 2020 # 164
Find some...
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
He Waits for his wife
Sitting in her lawbreaking bra at the bar

These days she goes by
Kathleen

Something odd is brewing in the kitchen
Even the dog is howling

One mouthful is tempting
But better not swallow

Otherwise, it's a certain trip
To Little Red's recovery room
In response to Thomas Case's "Tom Waits Poem Challenge"
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
Filmed entirely on dislocation
(of time & space)

Strictly facetious & fictitious

Angelo Badalamenti
Julee Cruise
and Kyle MacLachlan
as donut filled with hallucinogens

The taller trees take issue
with certain twin
lumberjack dwarfs

Cue the jazz saxophone
&
tavern cadaver waltz
with Audrey

"I guess it means there's trouble
until the robins come"
because Isabella Rossellini
is crazy naked
on the neighbor's lawn
...again

And Laura Palmer
looks better dead
then she ever did alive

or so sings the nightingale

What more can be expected
from a guy who grew up
with pet sidewalks
and talking paper bags?

In memory of
Six Men Getting Sick (Six Times)
BLT's continued challenge - to write a poem using the Merriam-Webster word of the day, fictitious.
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
I'm trailer trash
And you're the tattered wheels

Run me over
Vilipended shrew

This place is full of
Rabid raccoons
And collect calls

Someone's got to pay

Maybe we can milk
A cash cow
Or plant a money tree
Between grandma
And the shed

A game of miniature golf
Always helps my mind
Get back on par
(More or less)

Then it's back to the bus stop
And be done with you
BLT's continued challenge - to write a poem using the Merriam-Webster word of the day, vilipend.
Em MacKenzie Jun 2020
There is only so long
you can struggle to make a bed
before you realize,
that it's a futon.
An old note I wrote down months and months ago.
Paige White Jun 2020
Waiting for lights out
Cicadas sing a higher tune
And the gulf’s posture is a whirl

Twining moon flower vines
Feed caterpillars new wings
And grow very holy

Morning glory blooms
Shadow the hidden frog
Until with a hop he leaves
BLT posture challenge
(Possibly refine later into haiku)
Paige White Jun 2020
I just barely got here
Through shell shocked writer’s block
And tackle double talk fear
Shackled hello poetry, with goodbye, right near

Epilepsy is enough misfunction
Most assuredly my greatest taker
Needn’t to add some greater *compunction
When awareness can vanish like vapor

It’s time to rezone my stained rocket stove
Wrap the fragile packed in Earnest paper decamp this cornerstone to thither grove
Looking for a better “b” line breaker
Bleh. Not at all satisfied with this word of the day (*compunction)but I have attempted to get chores done between bad weather and headache.
BLT posted this challenge so please check it out on his profile!
Paige White Jun 2020
The many anonymous writs
For this aeolian scanner to sample
Tease my truancy to reminisce
And forget the gamble.
Will the dream ember detonate
Or just perforate
If I found the one
I’ve been looking for since I left,
Or would my fear again overcome
The death of trust? Or it’s longueurs theft?

6/2/2020 A. Paige White


BLT put up a Meriam Webster Word of the day word challenge. I’m thoroughly enjoying it so far. (I even threw in an extra- longueurs: a long and boring passage in a literary work, drama, musical composition, or the like)
Your magnetic poetry pulled me to you 18 years ago. Alas, aeolian winds took me away.
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