Category: on writing

“Catholic Pickup Lines” beat out by “Walking with the Potter”

Real-Life Review: Bonjourpoetry September

Distractions:  A lot going on this month, It’s been much harder to find time to write.  Hopefully I’ll find a good groove for October.

Here’s my picks fro the top 5 poems from September in the order that I ranked them.  What do you think? Did I mess up the ranking, or do you agree with me?  Leave a comment below.

1.  Walking with the potter

2.  Catholic Pickup Lines

3.  Sum thyme’s I’m Ache Thai pose

4.  Grilled Cheese Vs. Taco

5.  A quick clothing check as we sit stand and kneel


Some Times I Make Typos – Proofread copy

I guess you could say this is the English translation of Sum Thyme’s I’m ache Thai Pose.  You’ll want to click that link if you haven’t read the original version of the poem.

Some Times I Make Typos.

Some time’s I make typos,
But I suppose
That’s a part of using
Computers.  We’re losing

Our ability to auto
Correct or we’d rather
Machines somehow know
How words choose to gather

Letters in a specific order,
Which is better. And I’m,
a red squiggle supporter
who’s now saving time.

If it’s not under lined in red
There’s no sense in rereading
To check spelling for misleading
Things I might have said.

Sum thyme’s I’m ache Thai pose

My apologies for yesterday’s typo.  Here’s a poem on typos to make up for it.

Sum thyme’s I’m ache Thai pose

Sum thyme’s I’m ache Thai pose
Butt eyes up hose
Hats apart off fusing
Come pewter’s. Whirl oozing

Are ebb ill it he two ought toe
Core hector weed rat her
Ma sheens um owe no
how herds chews too gat her

let hers inn us pacific hoarder,
Witch his beater. En dime,
air head squid gills a porter
whose know shaving thyme

Whiff hit snot hunter limed inn read
They’re snow since inn re reed ding
Too Czechs peeling four miss leading
Thinks eye mite half’s ed.

Now CLICK HERE for the easy to read version of this poem

Coat Rack Reactions

Coat Rack Reactions

You are the coat rack where I hang up my reactions.
I look to you to see how I’m doing.
Did you like the whole poem, or just fractions
Of an idea I was pursuing?

Both suits and holey jeans as well,
Aligned and hung upon the torturous rack.
Reacting verse that’s taking time to spell
Out situations otherwise held back.

I leave my clothes to hang suspended
In time you’ll pick up a hat or a glove
From an outfit left out, intended
For your wear.  To hate or to love.

Reader’s Interaction

I’m sitting on my front porch with the ease
Of a flag-rippling wind-chiming breeze
Because I was exhausted in my bed
Writing poem after poem in my head.

Poem after poem that I’d write you,
The reader who looks for a cue to
Take ownership inside my thought
and dance with the words I’ve brought.