A 'Blitz' poem man of few words man or mouse mouse potato mouse over over the moon over and above above reproach above and beyond beyond description beyond the word word of mouth word of mouse mouse about mouse in the wall wall-to-wall wall of silence silence is deafening silence is golden golden opportunity golden… Continue reading Mouse, or: Mouse
Poetry Partners #91 'Morphine Drip', a poem by LaToya Williams of 'mentalnotes1' For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip To let the sun dry me up And run healing through this broken cup But there is no sun in October And the weather is always better after the rain The atmosphere is clearer… Continue reading Garden, or: Eden
Poetry Partners #25 A very special partner The poem below was written by Sangeetha of 'Mindfills', and while she was one of the very first to submit a poem for 'Poetry Partners', I've delayed publishing this piece. You see, Sangeetha was actually my very first poetry partner; together, we produced a renga poem of 100… Continue reading Wit, or: Without
A Blitz Poem EPIGRAPH: A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.-Ivan Turgenev (1818 – 1883) Fade away Fade to black Black Friday Black magic Magic number Magic thinking Thinking… Continue reading Black, or: House
A Blitz Poem EPIGRAPH: A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.-Ivan Turgenev (1818 – 1883) Full bloom Full swing Swing voters Swing state State of denial State of war… Continue reading Swing, or: Silence
A Blitz Poem Chap easily Chap hop Hop to it Hop skip and a jump Jump the shark Jump and jive Jive talking Jive turkey Turkey shoot Turkey cocks Cocks eggs Cocks eye Eye of Ra Eye catching Catching some z's Catching off balance Balance of nature Balance beam Beam me up Scotty Beam of… Continue reading Hop, or: Control
My 3rd Blitz Poem Third time's the charm Third degree murder Murder she wrote Murder on the Orient Express Express mail Express train Train for success Train crash Crash test dummies Crash and burn Burn to a crisp Burn rate Rate of inflation Rate of interest Interest groups Interest free Free of charge Free spirit… Continue reading Murder, or: Three
My 2nd Blitz Poem Not again Not the same Same shit different day Same old Old fart Old school School curriculum School trip Trip over yourself Trip switch Switch around Switch knife Knife's edge Knife in the back Back to the basics Back to work Work around Work it It's ironic It's a bitch Bitch… Continue reading Same, or: Pass
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