Mindless chatter fills the airways
Silence would be welcome in its place
Noise scrambles my creative thoughts
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Senator Thomas Massie, a true con-vid era man.' Now a
Widower.) And international hero grand..' He stands for the great state
Of Daniel Boone, an advocacte of freedom who just liked
His (Elbow room)
And who would find fault
with the perfect way
she clearly hid herself
in plain panavision view...
Not a hair out of place.
The small shield held up
at just the right angle,
to give her elbow room-
just enough freedom
in a safe space bubble
of her own making...
Her mental panoply
fine tunes private placement.
Her eyes pan the room...
Peripheral view,
not a rear view mirror,
points to an exit.
Touched, she moves forward,
nudged towards creation.
Art beckons come hither,
immerse your mind in thought...
What will she discover?
Slow, curious search
sees art's pointed viewpoint
all too familiar.
She looks in that mirror,
worried about makeup
on a stoic mask...
She knows art is life's pane.
To live life is an art.
Aqua Marine.
Posted: 02/12/2024.
(Anamorphic Art: a distorted view of an image.)
Hidden track.
Long legged visitor
Surveys the scene upsidedown
Disappears at dawn.
Aqua Marine:Haiku. 02/12/2024.
(Rain spiders are shy, harmless creatures.)
.
ubermench
When living in a block of flats is noisy
when a hammer and nails on walls to hang
up a painting bought at the supermarket
Hitler and Nazism interest me, it didn't die
in 1945 but grew like nestles in countries
mainly in Israel and Ukraine
After years of democracy that has ended
in a woke culture, Europe is turning right
finding a democracy that has brought
havoc like the import of millions of Muslims
bringing an alien way of life and a religion
that is as demanding as Christianity is vapid
in Ukraine, the Nazis are in power and helped
by NATO and the USA that hates Russia
for being powerful and winning
In Israel, Jewish Nazism is in full bloom
attacking and killing the Palestinians
who deemed savages, also Zionism needs
more elbow room, we have heard that
before and the people hail their leader
who has made them feel powerful shall
we say like Ubermensch.
Written: February 23, 2024
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If there are idiots in the room
Said the teacher, sarcasm in full bloom,
Silence stretched along,
Then a freshman stood strong,
To join you, sir, I'll hold elbow room.
The students all giggled and cheered,
As the freshman wit became premiered
With a smirk on his face,
He put him in his place,
A lesson in humor the class revered.
Amid a silent classroom,
A freshman broke through the gloom,
With a clever reply,
He caught everyone's eye,
A lesson in wit that made them all bloom.
The teacher, with a sneer on his face,
Asked the freshman to state his case,
Why not deem you a fool?
The kid said no hint school.
But hate to see you standing with no grace.
The class erupted in laughter and glee,
As the freshman words set them all free,
From the tension and stress,
Of the classroom's duress,
A lesson in wit that brought harmony.
he was pouring at the happening and usually there is a fair amount of disdain for the enthusiasts
who like to sidle up to sample the snacks, libations and what have you goodies.
he was a wisp of fair blond - a hippy kid.
he asked me if I would like him to crack my can of brew
I told him that this was not necessary
I looked at some stuff and listened to some other stuff
trying to maintain a bit of elbow room
while the crowds swirled and yammered
biding some time before refill and then I went back for another and he
cracked this one for me and said "cheers"
I drank it down and went for a walk down the street
I did not want to appear to be too gluttonous so I gave it some minutes
when I resurfaced in the crowded room and foraged thru the groups back to my man
he smiled and said "I grabbed this one at the bottom so that its chilled and now it needs to be shotgunned".
I laughed and retorted with double thumbs up
Impressed that this cat accurately assessed my quench and provided a
responsive and congenial atmosphere in one that can be rather unpleasant and clannish
my man had it
and I salute him for it
the damn hippy dippy
had it
kindness
Let the dog out
who needs his opinion?
You’re going to need elbow room.
Let’s talk editing,
start with the first line -
no,
start at the first word;
the human mind is not equipped
to produce brilliant ‘first words’.
Consider ditching it
and its associated adjectives,
trust me there will be adjectives,
if not controlled
they will breed.
Polish with an abrasive scrutiny.
Imagine you only have
$5 of original things to say,
be economical for if you overspend
the poem may have to be
de-loused for cliché’s.
Add polish –
mix with sweat, piss, and vinegar,
scrub but not too much,
smooth and slick makes for bland poetry.
Run it through a spell check – twice.
Send it out upon the internet
with a light heart.
Some poets will already know all this
but sadly
many will not.
I could spend all day in my room.
I come out to commune.
I'm not in to gloom.
It's my drawing, reading, creative, and elbow room.
I don't come out a tycoon.
I could spend all day in my room.
There is so much I consume
Some times it takes all afternoon.
I'm not in to gloom.
I let my creative juices bloom
Sometimes while listening to a tune.
I could spend all day in my room.
It's not a tomb.
It's where I illume.
I'm not in to gloom
Once I'm done you'll see my presence in the
Living room
Some where around mid-noon.
I could spend all day in my room.
I'm not in to gloom.
TOKYO METRO
the eerie silence
packed in with no elbow room —
assignment Japan
the American’s mischief
erupts in stifled laughter
12/12/2018
Wheelman
This run is my swan song
After tonight
This smuggling is going to stop
Every headlight in my rearview mirror
Looks like it's a cop
All these kilos in back
They're weighing heavy on my mind
I can't get busted
Lord knows I'm too old
To do anymore time
I sleep with one eye open
I keep the other on my gun
I'm the only friend I've got
And I'm not sure, he's one I can trust
What you think is easy money
Cost far more than it's worth
I'm paid from people's broken dreams
It's stained with blood and I'm sure it's cursed
Running on borrowed luck and unanswered prayers
There's no contracts in this business
The only insurance you have
Is some criminal's word
I've used so many names
That I'm not sure mine is authentic or not
My alias changes every time a new wheel turns
Everyone I meet has to be somebody I forgot
The playing field has gotten so crowed
Their all fighting for elbow room
You can't tell the players even with a program
Who's on the take or talking out of school.
Don't judge this life of my mine
Don't put the blame on me
I wouldn't be a wheelman and smuggler
If you and you and everyone else didn't have the need
Day after day kiddies of all ages count
As eagerness and excitement mount
Trick or treating planned for weeks
For little enthusiastic rosy cheeks
Finally the last day of October
Whether goblin, princess, witch or joker
Every child dressing in costume
Loot bags needing elbow room
Foot traffic builds as streets get dark
Knocking on doors wide-eyed with spark
Holding bag spread open for treats and candies
Eerie sounds from nooks and crannies
Giant spiders and ghosts hung low from trees
Make sure all kids run in packs raising their knees
Open coffins creaking and working up a fright
Rushing home well before the stroke of midnight
Read on air by invitation ~ October 30, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
Where would you be going on such a fine
Afternoon?
Be careful that's an heirloom.
To your bedroom
To get my costume.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
Well! One thing is for sure you have plenty of
Elbow room.
Did you find your black pantaloons?
Be careful that's an heirloom.
Before we go trick or treating you will need to
Use the powder room.
Once your outfit is on there won't be another
Opportune.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
I assume
You bought your walkie talkies so we can
Commune.
Be careful that's an heirloom.
Grandma, why does daddy fume?
Never you mind. Halloween will be over soon.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom
Be careful that's an heirloom.
Were forgotten until Harry Potter came on the
Scene. Let me tell you his world rocks.
They have an excellent school, fantastic
Magical beasts, time turner travel, magical
Wands, house elves, extraordinary clocks,
Wear regular clothes under their robes,
As they travel the globe,
In huge ships that travel under the seas, in the
Air being pulled by beautiful winged horses,
A hippogriff, or on a broom
With plenty of elbow room.
They receive magical exploding and talking
Envelopes
As they travel the globe.
They use ordinary things for teleport keys
With no fees.
These people live in magnificent abodes
As they travel the globe.
I'm tired of talking,
I'm talking real tired,
I need to fly away from this,
but I can't get up any higher,
there's some kind of barricade,
it feels like an obstacle course,
I need to silence the constant static,
but, I just can't figure out the source,
I got no elbow room,
no space, i need some vacancy,
I write to discredit the invalidation,
and all the other negativity,
but, I can't help but having ups and downs,
it's not great but I somehow manage,
so I write now, instead of talking,
I learned to use this as an advantage.
IN THE 3-D MOVIE THEATRE
In the thick warm darkness
Like rows of fishes moveless
Netted on the bottom of the black seas
Trapped in red velvet seats flipping down with ease
And fighting for elbow room lest
We lose our place on the arm rest
In mouthopen awe at the screen bright
Making seeming day from our night
Until the moment of freedom
Seat flipping will clear the net’s thralldom
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..
Anyone who has seen the photos of vast 3-D cinema audiences
in the 1950 s wearing the paper eyeglasses will know
what this poem is about.
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