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To No One in Particular on the Unofficial HOA, Regarding Chickens: aka Weaponizing a Metaphor

here’s your plaque:
best in uniformity & public shaming.

no rooster crows without committee review.
no similes unless they match the mulch.

you scratch the dirt,
then vote on who gets corn-fed
when there's plenty to go around.

not every poem is a zoning dispute,
and I'm hard pressed to name anyone here
an expert in the field. get over yourselves. 

she left. 
what

Categories: in particular, anger, community, conflict,
Form: Free verse

A Note to No One In Particular

I always feel a twinge of anger,
a truck load of guilt,
and a dash of sorrow
whenever I think of her

But mostly nothing at all 

My guess is all those year of
cuts to the bone
ingrown toenails
and broken bones
weren't quite
stitched up,
fixed up
and set -
right

She used to hit a racquetball 
against those grungy, white walls 
until she felt like

Categories: in particular, childhood, depression, emotions, hope,
Form: Free verse

A Fictitious Queen of Nowhere In Particular

From the word 'born', she was made to be a queen.
From the weight numbers 7.7 lbs., she was born to be queen.
She was daddy's girl and mother's pearl, a gift to the world.
Not all queens are strong, but this future queen was born strong.

Although some thought her to be mean, she wanted to be fair

Categories: in particular, leadership,
Form: Narrative

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Nothing In Particular

The sun awakes him
Without worry or shame
Wish I could say I smell the roses
That my life is just the same

But he carries on
Enriched by nothing at no cost
I never had him in the first place
So how can I claim to have lost

His endless games make me alert
He's nothing in particular to achieve
I crash out amidst

Categories: in particular, break up,
Form: Rhyme

Nothing In Particular

I have an empty page upon which
my scribbling efforts will scar.
I sometimes think if it would
like to remain unscathed as it is;
yet, what is a blank page worth
just sitting there...
lest it be crumpled to start a fire
just as scribbling often will.

Categories: in particular, writing,
Form: Free verse

Nowhere In Particular

Nowhere in Particular
David J Walker


Is it enough that 
we once
shared the same sky 
that we walked the
same streets and
greeted the same citizens
aimlessly passing by

is it enough that I have
cataloged and stored each
yesterday in a frame
of mind 
easy to find 
although 
every page is dogeared and
smeared with the stains
of years gone by

is it enough to have

Categories: in particular, lost love,
Form: Rhyme

Nothing In Particular:

In my room, there are many objects,
most of them collecting dust.
I have an array of books, some I've read,
and some I fear I never will.
There is a window I gaze out quite often.
The hills outside my window are now full of houses,
where once roamed horses. I miss those days.
I wonder why man has such great

Categories: in particular,
Form: Narrative

No One In Particular - In the Wake of Our Dreams

No one in particular (in the wake of our dreams)

We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black and white,
fashioning commercials
like chip and salsa dispensers

Camouflaged by sadness,
greens and browns woven in corduroy overalls
Contemplating the loss
before the beginning creates

Categories: in particular, conflict,
Form: Free verse

Nothing In Particular

I'm writing now with no regard to where the words will go.
It's not much different than before, I usually don't know.
But not to have a thought in mind feels kind of disconcerting.
With nothing in particular, the boundries, I'm skirting.

So on I go to say hello or maybe how ya doin'.
Just let it flow and let

Categories: in particular, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme

No One In Particular

I wonder whose fortune

Categories: in particular, for her,
Form: Free verse

Nothing In Particular

I'm writing this poem about,
Nothing in particular.
It might be so, I don't quite know
If this matter can be quite the tickler.

As you read,
What I write,
Are you sitting are you standing,
 Or are you leaning to the right?

Today I don't feel,
Any kind of sadness.
EEK! I'm talking to myself,
That's the first sign of madness.

I now that I'm

Categories: in particular, confusion,
Form: Free verse