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Writing Fodder

A train, a train,

Burning through its coal.

And smoke that drives away the cool air.

Or the night sky.

The night sky.

The night sky.

Write about the sky.

Daytime, grass, flowers, swarming.

The seasons, snow, spring, something, something…

Writing and writing.

About a smile, 

Never just a nice gesture.

But fodder for my writing.

Smiling, beautiful, toothy, friendly.

Writing, flowing like a train.

Train tracks that burn

Categories: fodder, writing,
Form: Free verse

Dragon Fodder

toothy grin, downcast eyes
hidden by two dozen
sunset roses, a great-big
box of choice-chocolates
‘tis a good thing she doesn’t see
his flaming breath, the ring
on his butt-naked-finger
…this once

10/27/2022

I’m back in my book of tricks.
Dragon Fodder given to the wife
after a husband’s bad behavior.

Categories: fodder, humanity,
Form: Free verse

Black Flag

The official name is 
Contrails
No more than condensation

The alternate one
Chemtrails 
poo pooed across the nation

I can't help notice
months go by
With none in sight

Are we to understand
that
No plane has taken flight

Yet, when they
Return
The skies are cross hatched

Such coverage in true
Journalism
Won't be matched

I've discussed it with
My brother who many
topics broaches

When they return
I call and say
There's sprayin the

Categories: fodder, health,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Air-Bourn Into the 20th Century

Air-Bourn Into the 20th Century
David J Walker

I was one of  the soldiers who 
Missed the target of the jump
Nine months up in a cloudless sky
Where some were chosen to live
And others to die 

Before their boots hit the ground
Where I found myself in a
Mid -20th Century place that
Didn’t need me to be Prole fodder

Although

Categories: fodder, military, war,
Form: Rhyme

Facets To Fodder

~
Diamond
invaluable, resplendent
shining, shimmering, scintillating
jewelry, gemstones, silica dioxide, blight
scratching, abrading, scarifying
commonplace, begrimed
Gravel
~





~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Sparkling Diamonds" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.

Categories: fodder, appreciation, beauty, earth, nature,
Form: Diamante

They Are My Fodder I Am Their Author

They are teachers. Conference day.
Many clumped up, together, visiting.
I am my usual lone wolf self, doing what I want.
Realizing how foolish it would be to share my ideas.
When so many others have a need to share theirs.
I stay back in the corner taking notes, listening stealthily.
Writing it down in my mind to be used in

Categories: fodder, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Fodder Cable Cars Are Jousting With Clams Today

If you are going to attempt a waltz in a spotty teapot costume complete with a lid then do remember not to partake in tea drinking beforehand because the liquid might ruin the material and thus render the authenticity of the costume. People then would not quite believe that the waltz was going to be

Categories: fodder, art,
Form: I do not know?

Fish Fodder

Bud went out to sea with his friends
The ship started tipping on end
To the lifeboats they ran 
like sardines in a can
with women packed under the men!

While some took advantage of this
Some others stole more than a kiss
Bud ran out of luck
His zipper got  stuck
and "zip" went his chance for some bliss !

The lifeboat

Categories: fodder, funny,
Form: Limerick

Plush Fodder

emerald meadow
rich plush svelte fibrous carpet
cheap trite sheep fodder

Categories: fodder, nature
Form: Haiku

Pen Fodder

With arms spread wide like Ibiza
With my Brighton rock stuck in my throat
And throbbing with a pulse
For all that glitters as it slithers into serpentine
The darker recesses, we waltzed

Feeling common as anachronism
London, meet me there
With my whirlwind of Netherlands
We dine upon the night
As a whore twice would
But more the class as we starve
And dining out

Categories: fodder,
Form: Free verse

A Question of Cannon Fodder

A Question of Cannon Fodder

Drenched in the blood
Wept in raining puddles of agony
The wretched and forgotten
Mud of centuries
He fell by knees and palms
Dead to the feet of living 
A Splashing tattoo of scarlet drumming
On the futile embrace
Of histories life spent warring

Driven by battle
Riffle, bomb, bow, lance, cannon, arrow and missile

And to thunderous skies
Where blasted shell

Categories: fodder, war
Form: Free verse