A tanka extrinsic forces mustn't rule our emotions freedom's internal advertisements play on doubts politicians stump on fears Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt #284 This tanka was written for Sammi's WWP #284, which was to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 16 words using the word “Rule”.
Poetry Partners #116 'It's Not Lost', a series of tanka by Michael L. Utley of ‘Silent Pariah’ It’s not lost on me How this coral-tinctured eve Tempers morning’s joy With sadness and coos of doves Grieve dying light’s somber end It’s not lost on me that I Never got to bid farewell As sun languishes… Continue reading It’s Not Lost, or: Found
A limerick The greatest poets can make do without prose, for they vast worlds in flowing poems compose. Whereas I'm of weak stuff; these threadbare lines ain't enough to draw truths from my depths; and it shows...
A rispetto I often relive my mistakes. I often sense life has no point. I often think I'm being too fake. No one's left for me to disappoint. I often curse under my breath. I often imagine my death. I often feel I'm not worth shit. More often than I'd like to admit.
My 2nd Alouette Oft, I underrate My own some-day fate... Feeling I'm here for my child, Hoping to bequeath Firm blade for her sheath, Of many insights compiled. I'm mostly of thoughts And abandoned soughts, Verses my greatest pleasure. I pen ever more, Hoping that before End, she's sure of her measure. The Alouette This… Continue reading Be for, or: Before
A shadorma Dangerous dusk doubt lies in pride in one's pen. Have I inked the cleverest verses I'll ever deliver?
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
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