short story slam week 127, jp@washington state poetry potluck week 53,humor week 25

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icy and slippery earth

the walk way is long

the air is cold

feeling the chill

she skates her way in blind spots

leaving an owl puzzled and lost

the brown or orange leaves sit,

silence and winter wind blow

unknown destinationa

unknown movements in years to come

hyde park poetry week 92, humor week 23

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joel, jay, qiqi, bristol, becky, becka, donovan

they run a good race in grade stacking

9 plus 10 is  ????

9 minus 1 is ???

19 and 8, what is the relation?

9-1=8,  19=8+8+8-5

number games is fun,

when a good mindset is modeled

all will function better,



sundays whirligig 224, poetry and story inn fridays week 51, short story slam week 122

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Air and Angels” by John Donne: twice, flame, thought, angel, shapeless, ask, work, pure, flesh, allow, bright, wear

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according to john donne

a flame of hope work pure innocence

a flesh of bright light wears angel wings

shapeless and workless

thoughts that breathe twice could flash

where is my beer?

what is my plan for tomorrow?




world peace poetry picnic week 49, may 1 to may 30, 2019

flooded area in Perry, Oklahoma, may 22, 2019

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flooded zone on 19th street,  Babcock park, stillwater, oklahoma

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kansas turnpike I -35, it is flooded and dangerous to drive

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knoxville, Tennessee, may 21, 2019

water is anxious
the cloud is crowed and dry
a wind blows
heavy T-storm drops

oceans of water fill mayfield
the earth is blue
too blue to stay helpful
only a helicopter sails above


a quote from poet

poetry and story inn fridays week 44,


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The child cries at her breast.

And the mosquito also bites

The sleeping mother


With ink-stained lips,

The boy leaves his poem

For the cool outdoors



Stillness and solitude –

Sinking into stones,

The trill of cicadas

peter yarisford

And melancholy sadness and tranquility (Sabi and Shori)

On a withered branch

A crow has settled.

Nightfall in autumn.

– Basho

no money in amy’s bank account

she simply works at a hotel restaurant

surviving through water and leftover meals

— K. d. hurley

Thursday Poets Rally week 90, napowrimo in year 2019,humor week 18

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City That Does Not Sleep

Federico García Lorca, 18981936

In the sky there is nobody asleep.  Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the 
            street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the

Nobody is asleep on earth.  Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
who has moaned for three years
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.

Life is not a dream.  Careful!  Careful!  Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists.  Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

One day 
the horses will live in the saloons
and the enraged ants
will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the
            eyes of cows.

Another day
we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead
and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats
we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.
Careful!  Be careful!  Be careful!
The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,
and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention 
            of the bridge,
or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,
we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes
            are waiting,
where the bear’s teeth are waiting,
where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,
and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.

Nobody is sleeping in the sky.  Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is sleeping.
If someone does close his eyes,
a whip, boys, a whip!
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
and bitter wounds on fire.
No one is sleeping in this world.  No one, no one.
I have said it before.

No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.

poetry and story inn fridays week 39, short story slam week 108

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poets rally week 88, jingle poetry @olive garden poetry picnic week 48

The Sing-Song Nursery Rhyme Humor and Riddles

by Washington Wisdom Teeth Care at Evanston, Illinois

A department has a head, but has no hair,
A chair has legs, but goes nowhere,
A corn has ears, but could not hear,
A landscape has a heart, but carries no fear;
A comb has teeth, but cannot eat,
Communities run, but carry no feet,
A sofa has arms, but does not move,
A knife has a mouth, but cannot speak or improve,
a mountain has a foot, but no legs,
A rooster is a chicken but lays no eggs;
A watch has a face but no neck to connect,
Needles have eyes, but fail to see and feels imperfect.

I’m your Poet Puppet

by Eddie Cabbage

I am your poet puppet
Writing along to the strings you pull.
The pen dances boisterously with my desirous heart

I have a bed waiting for me at the end of this dusty road
A pillow stuffed with dreams and promises

that lies in the mist of smoke and foggy nights

Hope conquers as the realization washes over this truism….
Time tells my story and I will leave no words unsaid

and no string unstrung before the dirt is thrown on top of me