our new remote arrived yesterday
the package weighed nineteen pounds
the instruction book was eleven hundred and sixty-two pages thick
my husband began clicking away with it
managing a tv remote is instinctive for him
there is nothing easy about a remote in my wheelhouse
he goes click, click, click, click, click
without opening the stupid book
I have to ask him to slow down his clicking
to tell me what he has pressed
I try to write it down
but I cannot write that fast
Categories:
instinctive, husband,
Form: Free verse
N-ew
I-nsight
D-eeply
A-rrives
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Nida Barcellano)
Categories:
instinctive, birthday,
Form: Other
Stumbling through existence
having passive days and active nights
your happiness a facade
contemplate promises were made
wonder are they kept safe
but past is a cloud of haze
don't look any further don't turn your face
it was dawn when i met u it'll be dusk when we call it a day.
Categories:
instinctive, conflict, deep, for her,
Form: Rhyme
Echoed noises
warning signs
cubs ditch
Bewildered parents stand
fearlessly
watching, listening, smelling
danger
Photo 3
Picture This 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
7/5/2021
Categories:
instinctive, animal,
Form: Verse
Do I need to break free from this nook I care?
Where the care and love of my mother prevail
As fiery mind longing to break loose I swear
In time I shrieked into a craddle in tear
The spacious world during which I care and hail
Do I need to break free from this nook I care?
For freedom I crawled from the craddle I care
On to the wondrous world of life like a snail
As fiery mind longing to break loose I swear
Bounded in a homestead so great as a fair
Till longing to free started pulling my tail
Do I need to break free from this nook I care?
Striding from my house to the world in despair
In far distant lands I wandered for a trail
As fiery mind longing to break loose I swear
How large the boundary that we set and care
Longing for the freedom will raise from your jail
Do I need to break free from this nook I care?
As fiery mind longing to break loose I swear.
Honorable Mention in STRAND no 660,any theme,any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
instinctive, freedom, introspection,
Form: Villanelle
-*-*instinctive...
human nature
is not...
human nature
is not natural
what is it
it surrounds
our being
it's woven
into us
truly, it's
society's and
culture's influences
merged
that's human nature
September 05, 2018
Human Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
(Yalto form)
Categories:
instinctive, culture, humanity, nature, society,
Form: I do not know?
a cool breeze
caressing my skin
and then
she plummets into her own mind
deep
deep.. within
digging up old demons
devils who tried to denounce her destiny
friends she took in
as daughters
she demonstrated her dainty and her delicate ways
she has her ways
ways that are no longer destroying her
this dandelion is free
but.. this cool breeze
she made sure she kept some distance from her mind
something new caressing her skin
her dare-devil, melanin mixed with magic skin
skin cut and bruised with fake smiles pinned some where near her jaw line
skin
mysterious and intriguing and glittery skin
but.. this cool breeze
a breeze that penetrates everything beautiful
a free fall of the mind
her safe landing (for my sake)
all instinctive..
Categories:
instinctive, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Stalking,.....waits awhile
She inhales the woodland airs.....
Animals beware......
Nose to tail the vixen stares.......
Fixated,....... her prey beguiles.....
Categories:
instinctive, animal,
Form: Tanka
This is the right time for poetry
This is a young man with a pen
This is the outskirt of fellony
It is a world of trend
This isn't what you earned
This isn't what you pend
This isn't what you learned
it is a blend
More like the raining days
Under the pillars
More like the spectacles
In the cinemas
When the winds blow North
And the South steared
When the the East pretend
Can the wise tell?
If you missed my birthday
You can guess my age
But if you missed my poetry
You are not my friend
Categories:
instinctive, passion, poetry,
Form: I do not know?
This is the right time for poetry
This is a young man with a pen
This is the outskirt of fellony
It is a world of trend
This isn't what you earned
This isn't what you pend
This isn't what you learned
it is a blend
More like the raining days
Under the pillars
More like the spectacles
In the cinemas
When the winds blow North
And the South steared
When the the East pretend
Can the wise tell?
If you missed my birthday
You can guess my age
But if you missed my poetry
You are not my friend
Categories:
instinctive, passion, poetry,
Form: I do not know?