You have time still, to escape with your
essentials. I only know one spider.
It will crawl to you slowly,
as a million-dollar snail might.
He has made an apartment where the ceiling
and wall meld like oceans.
His place is lousy with cross-hatched whites,
with a fine sheer finish that glows
in the sunlight. At present, he is resting in a sunbeam
atop your W-2 that was mailed to me
on accident. He moves his wire-thin legs across
your typeset name, as if trying to learn
every serifed edge of you. I have named him Richard,
for his lion heart. The sun is setting, and he races
the shadows up the wall. He will come to you well rested,
eager. I told him how the mosquitoes love you,
and there is a hunger in his eyes. Pack lightly, my dear,
move swiftly—you said your life was boring so,
I have just released your address to every spider I know.
Categories:
typeset, love,
Form: Free verse
Actor
factor
Actress
finesse
Icon
beckon
Stage fright
one’s plight
Playwright
in sight
Big star
goes far
Bit part
false start
Lead role
lifts soul
Star cast
so vast
Screen play
per say
Box smash
makes stash
Huge flop
might drop
Sitcom
Aplomb
Reruns
big guns
series
wearies
Fluffed lines
crowd whines
Encore
for more
Contract
intact
Wide screen
makes scene
Cartoon
at noon
Ghost flicks
use tricks
Broad script
equipped
Big break
I’ll take
Sad film
on whim
Long plot
such rot
Freeze frame
fair game
Lip sync
with kink
Flashback
gets flack
Montage
homage
Ad lib
so glib
Drama
trauma
Vignette
typeset
Time lapse
handclaps
Broadway
heyday
Climax
brass tacks
''
Categories:
typeset, age, confidence, creation, devotion,
Form: Footle
Each day is an empty page
within an ongoing book,
a blank sheet waiting to be
etched with indelible ink.
One can choose to fill that page
with typeset; unchanging script
of repetitive laments,
or pen something different.
Your story does not have to
continue yesterday's lines;
end that chapter, and start one
filled with possibilities.
When compiling life's journal
each verse gets written by you,
as for the consequences;
well, that's what we call living.
Categories:
typeset, deep, feelings, how i
Form: Blank verse
Thin Vignette
Skinny Minnie? Not yet!
Want to be one? You bet!
Are you starving, full of fret?
Want to give up at onset?
Publish goals in a gazette.
Tell yourself you’ll not regret.
Never worry; never fret.
Choice of foods can be reset.
Meat? Eggs? Proteins? Mindset –
Watch proportions; Ready! Set!
Soon, pounds fly like a fanjet!
Keep on going! Don’t stop yet!
Put your thinking on reset.
Seek and join a “cool” quartet.
Go outside and play croquette.
Make new friends; do not typeset.
Never give up! Ready, set –
Win your prize; there dies regret.
You can be a health cadet.
Eat three meals before sunset.
Healthy treat between each set.
See how skinny you will get.
When you're in the “Thin Vignette”,
Use a straw not a pipette.
DEDICATED to my health guru whose name I shall publish, with permission, after I loose my first 40 pounds!
Thank you, you know who! SMILES!
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 14, 2010
Poetic Form: Monorhyme
Categories:
typeset, food, healthhealth,
Form: Monorhyme