Month: January 2010

Time Prompt

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Time Prompt

It’s weird writing to a timer.
Perhaps it’s easier to rhyme or
look past the things I’ve written
But I think that I’ll get bitten
By the buzz to stop.
I’ll drop the ball
watching everything fall
to pieces on the ground
when the sirens sound.

Ten minutes and counting
surmounting a greater amounting
of words piled into the page.
Soon the previously concealed
will be revealed
through a prompt uncovered in time
only limited in rhyme.

Click here to try writing a poem on a timer prompt.  I recommend having it eat your words.

Facebook Happy Birthday

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Facebook Happy Birthday

Absolutely nothing that I’m about to say
Is going to top the others who consistently relay
A “Happy Birthday” message with a personal aside
But with this cut-and-pasted poem, I can say I’ve tried.

Taking down the Christmas tree

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Taking down the Christmas tree

The most effective way to see
The needles flinging off the tree
Would simply be to set it free
From living room captivity.

Stripped of all of its décor,
We’ll try to get it out the door
Leaving memories once more,
As treeless needles on the floor.

I Have Dry Skin

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I have dry skin

Our microfiber tablecloth is like the devil to me.
I’m the sinner to who absolutely has to see
Why my mind’s set to a frequency
That desperately screams out to me,

Screeching “Don’t touch that!”
But never the less in no time flat
I’m gripping the deadly sheet,
My fingers are forced to meet

The elegant cloth turned into rags
Caught in dry-fingered snags
That act like chalkboard fingernails.
The fabric cringes me and prevails.

My Little Fixer-Upper

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My Little Fixer-Upper

I am constantly running out of space
In this absurdly small little place
I call my own.  Clearly, I’m outgrowing
This mobile home.  I’m showing

Signs that I need to get moving,
But with laziness improving
This fixer-upper’s frequently
Content with what you see.

Whisky Flirt

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Whisky Flirt

A little whisky to whisk me away
When all I need is a second glass
to pass on a delay
Making things sway
Like words that linger and stay
Too long that they stumble
Making me mumble
Through a cracked smile
Distorted behind a quarter glass
Of whiskey tipping to pass
My lips
In small mischievous sips.

Full Moon

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Full Moon

I love standing on my porch looking at a full moon
Unless it’s a random naked buffoon
‘Cause then I’d respectfully have to pass
Rather than stare at somebody’s crass.

I like it when moon beams pierce through a cloud
And shine down on us when the sun’s not allowed.
But moon streaks shine down “where the sun don’t”
So I’d rather not look, and I simply won’t.

But often my eyes are drawn to a stare
When they notice my legs are exceedingly bare
‘Cause sometimes I go on my porch unaware
I’m Pants-less participant standing out there.