I tried to skin her, but no dice
Tried again, no luck twice
Cut her with a knife, an utter failure
So, I stood her up, tried to impale her
When that didn’t work, I felt like a jerk
Time for some hands-on handiwork
I shook her and squeezed her, out came her juice
All squishy and gushy, her moorings came loose
Honest to goodness, she smelled sweet from all angles ~
Mangoes taste best slightly chilled if serving them mangled
He used to take his lectures with a cigarette and a
blindfold.
Can you publish a single sentence?
Didn’t work for James
won’t work for me
choclate sorbet
sunday
in the pipe playing
old mexican sweat
from an old tube amp
and how’s that for a sonnet?
Close but no dice
this ain’t horse shoes
and you ain’t no hand gernade
ten stone gained
while im ten stones lost
stoned in the gutter
wasn’t me on mr ferris’s window grate
too bad
no one likes the blues anymore
and the inner critic keeps chewing away
through the poems like I’d left them
for the rats
real sick son of a
to dissolve one’s own work
never made sense
didn’t have to
makes sense
and then you name it
god the names
the fonts
it’s the title of a Piece after all
too much noise
interferance
bad baggage send it out
its not mine anymore
and so the poems go
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Biden played Peter and risk
Took a chance, a hit or miss
Biden wanted to play chess
With Department of Justice
Constitution Sacrifice
Congress/Supreme Court no dice
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Biden's fire sale a washout
Now he is forced to drop out
All Trump's charges, now dismiss
Party stakes; her race, and dress
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Promise be heard from their voice
People will soon cast their choice
Prayers for whom people choose
Protect our world ... win or lose.
Always been creative in one form or another
It's definitely what turns my crank
Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice
Been blessed with this very active mind
Which can actually be a real curse
At times I'd just like to kick back
Put my mind in neutral and let the world go by
I think they called it “vegetate”
However, that word is not part of my vocabulary
Those that don't suffer from this can't imagine
Why I would want a break from it
Well, to start, normal things like watching TV
Or watching a movie at the theatre never hold my interest
They are non productive hours
I know, you must be thinking, “Poor soul!”
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being me
Although it sometimes can be overwhelming
Writing poetry is my current outlet
I have no idea what could possibly come next
Maybe I'll write a symphony, a la Mozart!
Always been creative in one form or another
It's definitely what turns my crank
Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice
Been blessed with this very active mind
Which can actually be a real curse
At times I'd just like to kick back
Put my mind in neutral and let the world go by
I think it's called “vegetate”
However that word is not part of my vocabulary
Those that don't suffer from this can't imagine
Why I would want a break from it
Well to start normal things like watching TV
Or watching a movie never holds my interest
They are non productive hours
I know you must be thinking “poor soul!”
Don't get me wrong I enjoy being me
Although it sometimes can be overwhelming
Writing poetry is my current ballet
I have no idea what could possibly be next
Maybe I'll write a symphony a la Mozart!
Who has been too lonely?
and looked for empathy?
People aren't treated fairly by society:
they'll do anything for
some moments shared together;
hey, sad heart come closer:
I'll make your loneliness disappear,
with my kiss of dripping with honey!
Empathy is more than sympathy,
it stays inside as any good memory;
have you asked me if I went through bad days...
clinched my fist to the rainy sky and cursed fate?
My wish was sunshine, not darkness...
each thought and scream was filled with hate!
Who's about to sit down and cry?
I'm hearing the lonely one singing,
all he needs is somebody by his side;
stop by and listen to what he's saying:
he'll show you to get rid of all pride
and teach you how to get wings and fly!
Empathy is more than sympathy,
it does what love can't do sometime;
if someone is wrongly ditched
after being tricked and used:
let no heart feel misery, throw no dice!
Empathy is more than sympathy!
very
scary
lightning
striking
strikes twice?
no dice
same place?
don't brace
perchance?
fat chance
no way,
jose.
Date written: 06/12/2023
Why are my searches drawing blank
I just searched for Constance La France
It simply tanked ' Is cancellation afoot?
Are there gremlins in 'the soup' its moot'
So many time in months of thrice
I've sought out my peers yet (no dice)
Michael Tor I can't find your door
Andrea Deitrich pangi Bill Baker and more
To top the lot my contest launched
I couldent find it? Friends so staunch.'
clear cinnamon and pumpkin spice
bringing October into view
fall’s sweet presence is very nice
oranges and yellows in autumn’s hues
spider creates intricate web
clear cinnamon and pumpkin spice
produce in garden grown by Jeb
apple cobbler give me a slice
quick leaf movers – squirrels and mice
oaks let down their hair all around
clear cinnamon and pumpkin spice
acreage of leaves duly found
air is calm, mornings are cooler
Can school wait a year? No dice.
Jimmy needs his brand-new ruler
clear cinnamon and pumpkin spice
Written 8-11-2022
Contest: Hint of Autumn – Quartern
Contest Host: Regina McIntosh
predator stalking
survival of the fittest
dream sequence unfolds
07-January-2022
He goes through each day
obsessing over how to
increase his earnings.
Times are hard.
He's drowning in debt;
his bills gradually piling up.
Creditors bug him so much,
he feels like screaming;
soon landlord will come knocking.
He consolidated his loans;
it hasn't made much of a difference
He asked his boss for overtime,
nothing doing.
He applied for a second job,
no dice. He's still waiting for a call back.
He wants to start a home business,
but doesn't enough start up cash.
Desperation is gradually setting in.
He's put unneeded clothes
on consignment,
he's holding garage sale,
rationing food,
clipping coupons,
exercising for free,
shopping in thrift stores,
bicycling to work
and he's cut cable television
down to basic. Anything...
to decrease his spending.
Date written: 03/09/2021
"I still got some ink in my pen; I know I can do this!,"
goes one's will.
"No dice, my brain is like scrambled eggs right now,"
replies writer's block.
"I CAN DO THIS, I REALLY CAN! THIS IS GO-TIME!,"
screams one's will.
"Hey! Not now...I'll tell you when!,"
writer's block screams back.
Quite an amicable relationship...
between these two.
Submitted for...
Strand Special 6,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 11/23/2019
At times our Golden tends to go awry
She chases people on bikes, let me clarify
She doesn't ride the bike
Doesn't own one, no dice
You thought I meant our doggie, needs no reply
Off Season in Gallipoli
April’s bus from Lecce unloads
at the fabled fish market. It’s closed.
The only hint of June’s full fare
is one slight stall. No one lunching there.
The streets are open; we stroll at will
by a weathered or a white-washed wall.
Look at the moored boats. The slips are full.
No one paints or mends a sail.
Not one child with shovel and pail
works the beach. One man and his bull
dog play a game of pitch and fetch.
Cameras out; this is the daily catch!
The mercato. Shop? No dice!
but its facilities have no line,
leaving time to lick Italian ice
or to enjoy the local wine
and for the uncluttered spell to weave
until it’s time to leave.
My pen is on a chase
To beat my mind’s pace
It will lose the race
Since that’s the case
It’s slower than melting ice
as my thoughts are twice
It can’t keep up as nice
I do say it’s no dice
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