Long Elbowed Poems

Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis, high bred poiet?s of mine

     ("Thus always I cause the death of tyrants.”)
the purported line Brutus uttered 
after assassinating Julius Caesar.

     Alternatively...

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Considering how many times I set out to pen a small,
Master piece of art, a gem that might underwrite,
The utter liability of being just that stamp,
Or tramp, or whatever other denomination one might reliably take...

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Booth made famous on April 15th, MDCCCLXV... 
Sic semper tyrannis ad mortem
("Thus always I bring death to tyrants").

Ever since early forerunners 
of twenty first century
mankind (sprinted 
across trackless expanse extant
upon planet Earth), 
modern Homo Sapiens...

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She here elbowed past me stomping, pausing not (although me whomping
With her wildly swinging handbag – five kilograms, if not more).
Cackling brusquely in a lather, that I should her baggage gather,
She then made a beeline...

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Drop dead gorgeous dark eyed bus boy chased
Peer assured status, focus of my fascination
High fiving idol guffawed and elbowed adjacent
Mates in droves, admirers in rows, dreamy Damon


Enriched to glimpse soap opera face as I boarded
From...

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On my own, going it alone, shit, drugs lots of drink,
Then, tail end of '84 you came along and made me think,
You didn't see me, it was all set, an uphill struggle,
I tucked in under...

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Two scores and more years back, as I recall, 
I find my left elbow pounding with pain 
Mere bending it when turned a task no small, 
And left me clueless for the cause for strain....

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How I took for granted, thee!
Now, reaching an age, I began to ponder.
Their truly outstanding history.
Hands that once with grand wonderment 
stared at crayon colors.

Tanned, dimpled hands of a girl
Who on beaches made sand castles!
Whilst...

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friendship, imagery, imagination, inspiration, muse, poetry, word play,

Poetry Soup ©

Posting of one’s poem has come to be an inspiring word play
We’ve read one another’s word/worked poetry world wide
We first draft and so fine-tuned our poems...

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A WALK IN THE DARK

The cold wind stung my ego
As my feet darted down the corridor of nowhere
The bitter push whipped through my skin
I slithered through the arrogant open gate
I elbowed my way into the...

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as our eyes met
as our eyes met
a thunderous spark
detonated in my heart

a sudden tsunami
of years of ancient history
in some telepathic wave
taking my breath away

i understood in an instant
it had all been a charade
how things really...

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A girl in the crowd takes a selfie.
Her tam o’shanter sparkles
because of the fireworks going off
in the background, and because it has glitter.
At the gates of Moscow
weary French troops run away
hands over their ears, as...

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Her band was made up of many cool members. Cecil on drums; he wore a cut down decades old Sisters of Mercy t-shirt bought from Jason, old blue jeans and scuffed boots. Jason noticed this...

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He was not more than twelve and I was just ten,
When in 1984, ‘they’ assassinated the PM in her den.

It was at her residence that the clay was kept.
Thousands of people reached to pay her...

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A girl in the crowd takes a selfie.
Her tam o’shanter sparkles
because of the fireworks going off
in the background.
At the gates of Moscow
Tchaikovsky runs away
hands over his ears.
The girl with the cell
is as pretty as her...

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My little girl, she could not sleep
so toss and turn, she pulled the sheets
and, ba ba black sheep safe in tow
to our dark room she chose to go
A creak of the door and then there...

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A COPPER PENNY


The significance of a copper penny…
It’s part of our heritage
Being raised in the copper mining area
Of Ruth, Nevada
Fathers and brothers worked for
The Kennecott Copper Mining Corporation
Both abhorred and sacrificed for
It was a job
The...

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Themed distractions, affairs a boulevard,
as elbowed are divided from their minds.
Aloof, queues succeed a ship calling card,
as untrained get on, moons all exit signs.

The General Slocum, dressed to the nines
--churchgoers being passengers adorned.
Petite girls, bulky...

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The room looks over and starts to chuckle.
An oddly beautiful stream of cider
Erupting from the nose of my uncle.
Kids waiting for a Christmas night rider,

All hoping to finally see Saint Nick.
Aunty Mary stands up and...

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The elbowed snooze.
Terminated cruise.

An angel flop
From clouds to drop 

To earthen soil.
All whites that spoil.

The unwise sage.
The soggy page

Of book that's bent
And only lent.

The final slice
Of pie that's nice.

The empty room
For party's broom.

Those sinking feels.
Burned...

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