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They laugh and chat throughout each day and night -
much reminiscing, future jaunts to plan,
and what they'd do to put the planet right.
Yes, they will travel - surely they still can!
Adventures many years ago at sea,
relived, exaggerated, lied about...
Oh, what it was back then, so young and free,
to know you'd make it back, without a doubt.
Then tearful, sober thoughts of wrecks they'd seen:
their friends reduced to driftwood on the shore -
but they have memories of who they'd been,
recall their greatness, though they are no more.
A pair of boats, oblivion awaits;
yet, as they rot, they dream of better fates...
For Sara's Choices sonnet contest, inspired by Picture 1 Old Friends
When the tick at last loud enough that my clock did knock
I got a dog
I saved and I readied and I searched with my gut
And I found you
You most spectacular mutt
You taught me
You changed me
In a way brought me up
Such a challenging intelligent self possessed pup
I was in awe
Adored you so daily
Absorbing each moment of every walk
How you glowed in the moonlight of our late at night jaunts
And sat with me watching what was there to watch
You were there with me when my life fell apart
I thought too often about you
About me
Without you
That too soon inevitable death do we part
Spent too much time worried about a pain in my heart
When the time came
You were noble
I was by your side
Adopting my next dog
Three days after you died
17.03.09
Composed for Someone or Something Replaceable contest
An affectatious arsonist announced,
“Big buildings’ burning brilliance brightens best!”
casually cites conflagration counts,
darkly deals destruction, designer-dressed.
Extinguishing each edifice enflamed,
first-rate forensic findings frequent failed.
Grievous, grim goings, ‘geniously gamed;
Hurried happenings, hastily high-tailed.
Incendiary incidents ignite
jewel-filled junkets, jazzed jalopy jaunts.
Kindling’s kittling kiss: knave’s known kryptonite,
Lapping, leaping licks, luscious, lit lavants.
Madness! Marauding mercilessly more,
Nefarious, nursing next novel noir.
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kittle - birth, excitement
lavant - old English, stream
Twas the night before my cousin's
wedding
He reluctantly gave in to the
bachelor party vetting
A burlesque, tawdry strip club was
the setting
Unbeknownst to him, the bridesmaid
was his appetite whetting
With gratuitous lap dance, began
the ribald feting
In drunken stupor, the enamored
groom his fealty forgetting
Released his inhibitions all of his
clingy garments shedding
Strode platform, in sync with
bridesmaids erotic moves duetting
In tantric rhapsody, she released
pheromones his testosterone
subletting
Enraptured with his riposte jaunts,
her matrimonial bond shredding
The enamored bridesmaid with lust
his bare essentials began petting
His betrothed parts to her
dominatrix will indebting
As the groom climaxed, his phallus
got entangled in her fish netting
Two truant souls now writhing;
spent body parts bloodletting
Dislodging their carnal chains, into
frothy night jetting
To hotel that lodged devoted bride;
their remaining passions bedding
Lurid, tawdry tryst not regretting;
but o'er bawdy exhibition sweating
Wedding contest
September 14, 2012
Wolves congregate on nightly prowls;
claiming the rights of kith and kin.
And hail Luna with baying howls;
closing ranks as the wails begin.
A pocked-faced moon beams down with joy
as wolves pay homage without pause.
And each harmonic they employ
rises from massive upturned jaws.
In their charcoal coats, dappled grey,
it's as if they weren't even there.
And concealed from the eyes of prey;
they stock the night with little care.
Praising the moon to no avail;
they fail to convince Her to stay.
But, slinking through the forest trail,
familiar odors guide their way.
With late-night jaunts through Glen and Glade,
these stealthy creatures shadow black.
And taking stock of all surveyed;
families form a hunting pack.
I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both it's legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing kinky!
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Than at first I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both its legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing kinky!
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Then at first, I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
It is the small things that matter most
Your heart sings fresh buttered toast
Family brings together a Sunday roast
Smitten a handwritten letter in the post
Jaunts or saunters down Britain’s coast
Snow balls glisten child’s mitten the host
Don’t be a Scrooge listen to every ghost
Best bet to forget regret but don’t boast
Entranced by happenstance engrossed
In the hub of a pub toast with mein host
Your flotilla through strife of life will coast
If don’t let get pushed from pillar to post
As God damn it our planet will soon roast
Foremost and utmost remember to toast
Little treasures that every day does boast
Teeny weeny pleasures our own outpost
Just make sure you are regularly dosed
With those small things that matter most
The final kismet of three hundred sixty five days
Which charmed me in time’s remembering jaunts ,
As radiant eyes winked ,
and lacy veils blew
Beyond late dusk as old tower gongs pealed,
When hymn of joy was one blessed song
That cuddled me back
where I came from:
And now, a freshly ripe morn inscribes my dream
Inviting my heart to raise,
to adorn new curtains on the hall .
Emerald leaves sprout birthing moments in bold flight
First pages of excitement
revel through evening, gold--
Like new chapters’ written intents quite spirited
Buoying lithesome aspirations still to be done…
How childlike thrill
awaits more literary adventures,
My travel pursuits that may need a heady romp...
Undaunted, I would scribble
mementos on December’s path
Hoping the coming year, Twenty Twenty, would take me there
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8/1/2019
One Hundred and Thirty Six Words Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Checked via wordcounter.net
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~ In our country, the informal yet jovial mood of
Christmas and New Year commences on September 1.
Holiday songs ring on the radio; women begin to order gifts.
Last night, my family and friends discussed freely our
wishes for next year. This is our Asian- Christian tradition.
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l.
tears rip at the seams of memories’ betrayed trust
like liquid fists gushing through desolate waterfalls
gargling bloodied sobs upon lungs lumped with crust,
wet, wet on crumbled sagas of tortured, brick walls
this is the pang of swallows falling dark… the pain,
of a painful tear ravished by sins doubly committed
by spiked wrists slit by eyes’ deceit on pelted rain,
cracks of tinctured vapors stain these suds not quite acquitted
ll.
still, there are tears robed in delight of embroidered nights
and perching there, radiance’s rafters spin overlapping joy,
swarming the soul with giant suds whitening all whites
as giggles lift cottoned pillows only love’s fullness can buoy
i think of rekindled homes knighted by flutes’ ripeness
where children paddle days virginal without attic of fears
a maze of hoisted jaunts open zipped stars’ need for madness,
in times marinated gingerly sweet by life’s lush beat... such are tears,
they cleanse all. they crawl out of soul’s dual spears.
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