.
hot
damn
virgin island girl
when she turns mine view
it's the twist
uv her curves
it's
click this twist
whoa
snap that turn
get back to mine
chilly poe'otic
world
writing
when
what
why
i didn't
bring that girl
hoe <(that's her name)
home
Categories:
pix, art,
Form: Light Verse
A photographer of Indoor Sports
Found himself dragged through the lower courts
The hotel said
He filmed their bed
When a buxom housemaid dropped her shorts
Categories:
pix, sports,
Form: Limerick
chipmunk pauses under blossoms of spring
pondering her future?
anticipating an enemy?
planning her trousseau?
expecting a model’s fee?
No matter.
She is captured in time, by the whir of a button.
Saved and uploaded onto a computer.
A memory caught in mid step.
I smile as she fills my screen.
My new screen saver.
My favorite photo of the week.
Maybe of the month.
Categories:
pix, animal,
Form: Free verse
5
Fallen down
Till you tasted soil?
Eureka, sing with me
You never will fall further
Till you dig a pit
4
You dig it in
It's dust to dust
You quit the pix
Its dust to rise
3
Wait not, weep not
Dust must rise
That's the price
2
Once you rise
That's the Prize
1
Action!
Categories:
pix, analogy,
Form: Epigram
The tiny pix-faerie downed all of the poisoned apple and orange juice, under a wood.
She drank the tainted broth, secretly, rapidly, and totally quickly, so keen.
Knowing it had to be devoured by a Pix-faerie willing to sacrifice herself for the greater good.
She took one loving look around at her sleeping comrades, then got so totally sickly, turned green.
The Pix-Fae- King had sent this little test, to discover which pix-faerie was the most selfless, and would
Drink the poisoned broth, to save the rest of the Pix-faerie clan, so he acted quickly, and came clean,
And married the selfless Pix- faerie, who was amazed to be alive, even more so to be queen!
Categories:
pix, fairy,
Form: Rhyme
Pixie Pops with handle bar hair
pink and ball sparkles
just trinkets in plastic
But OH how she wears it
when twirling around
in a dance that is secret to fairy odd what's.
She matches best every step of discovery
with pomped circumstance
and a smile or two
while I wonder where all her energy store is
butterfly wings and a blue afternoon
Wind up the hair dear and let's just go dancing
Push all the cares of reality thus
We could all learn from the laughter of children
with handle bar hair
twirled contagious with zest.
(This one's for Miss Ava Lu - and her singing, and her twirled Princess Leia hair...)
Categories:
pix, childhood, daughter, happiness, life,
Form: Free verse