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Life Is Short…

yellow cupcake kitty cat

Eternal rest looms closer
As each new dawn comes ‘round;
Tick tock goes the clock…
Does the world get you down?
Every day, endless tasks await,
Stress piled on stress…
Sometimes the whole mess
Explodes into disaster.
Really, who wants salad now, or
Teriyaki fish and a sensible rice dish?

No. We need a decadent pastry puff,
Luscious ladyfingers, scrumptious spumoni,
Maybe just a simple jar
Of Nutella. Get those sugar highs
Before the clock runs out.

~*~

Image is mine.
Poetry form: acrostic plus.
Written for dVerse.

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Mystic Misfit

fire and ice

I wander aimless,
Nameless,
My identity stripped;
A mystic misfit,
Neither flesh, nor ghost,
Nor succubus host,
I burn like fire
Bereft of desire.
I weep like snow,
Drifting t’ward home,
Shunned, exiled,
I’ll stop here a short while…

~*~
Image from Pxfuel.
Poetry form: rhyming couplets.
Written for the GoDogGo Café Challenge.

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Spiders [repost]

woman's face shattered glass

She sits at a gilt-edged vanity
In a silky red robe, hairbrush
Placed just so, her skin aglow,
But she does not get too close
To the glass. She knows
That faint network of cracks
Spiderwebbing out from the side
Of the otherwise pristine mirror.
When she glides downstairs,
She avoids glancing in dark corners
Where harsh harbingers of new
Contretemps lie in wait,
Growing fat on innuendo
And words better left unsaid.
She imagines their nasty little fangs
And obscenely furry legs,
Eager to latch onto tender flesh.
At the breakfast table, she smiles
At her husband and reaches
For a perfectly ripe strawberry
From the cut crystal bowl,
Never sparing a glance
For the tiny brown recluse
That sinks its teeth into her hand.

~*~

A friend in a poetry workshop shared a challenge: write a poem containing a dichotomy.

Image from Pixabay.

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Adam’s Story

snake

apple
offered
taken

snake
accused
hides

human
creates
novel

~*~

This is my first experience in writing atom poetry, which I found at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. It’s harder than it seems to write 5/7/5 in letters (not syllables) and end up with something meaningful. I used Adam because it sounds like atom.

Image from Pixabay.

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Middle [socs]

computers technology monitors

In the middle of the code,
With some above and some below,
Lurked the answer, like a toad
Camouflaged in moss and stone–
Not the average nor the mode,
But the center of the road.
Data streamed and data flowed,
Keeping techies on their toes;
They snacked on chips and cookie dough,
Slurped up coffee hot and cold,
Trying to get the truth to show.
A few decided to reload,
But most just wanted to go home.

~*~

Image from Pixabay.
Poetry form: rhyming mishmash.

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Night Life

Midnight moon clouds

Meet me under the midnight moon,
When all the stars come to life;
Trees pose in a gracious swoon,
Welcoming the bold and the shy.
Clouds gather to celebrate
This union of dark and light;
Call it love or call it fate–
Open your throat to the skies.


~*~

Image credit to Lovethispic.
Poetry form: double quatrain.

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Kasa for Kitties

Kitty cats

Henry was first, kept in secret;
Beautiful boy, lost much too soon.

Lovely Tasha, escape artist,
I wish you could have stayed with me.

Little Cyndi, sweet baby girl,
I hope you enjoyed your short life.

Oscar and Tiki, stray cuties—
I wonder what happened to them.

Cocoa, my blue-eyed angel, you
Arrived when I needed you most.

And Gatsby, my treasured soul-dude,
Your crazy joy brightens my days.

But you will be my last kitty;
This fragile heart breaks much too hard.

~*~

Photo collage is mine (some kitties not pictured).

Poetry form: Korean kasa for dVerse.

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Green & Gold

golden field

You were so proud that day,
As we walked hand in hand
Through fields of green and gold;
You said you’d found new dreams,
And were going away
To fulfill your soul.
You didn’t notice my face,
Damp with tears;
Your ship would sail soon–
I had already lost you.
Do I rue not speaking up,
As I walk these fields now,
Soon to turn green again
As spring melts the ice,
A small hand clasped in mine?
No, I have the best
Of what you left behind,
This golden child.
And from what I’ve heard,
You’re still searching for something
You’ll never find.

~*~

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
Image from Crispina Kemp.

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Promptku [repost]

Woman hat sunflower field summer

Oh, radiant sun!
I explore this new morning
Weekend sans Facebook.

Suspicious birdsong—
Noisy swallows retweeting
Fake news on a wire?

Faceless in this crowd,
Bewildered I meander.
No one gives a like.

Frantic for caffeine,
I dash into greasy spoon,
But I can’t “check in.”

Foreign face in toast
Conjures Instagram moment—
Also deleted.

Toxic media,
Begone from my existence!
Not you, silly blog.

Present in present,
I incubate baby pomes,
My little Om-lettes.

~*~

The Daily Prompt: Toxic (2018, have since returned to FB, sigh).
Image from Pexels.
Poetry form: haiku (multiple).

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Catnap [repost]

Catnap

In the middle
Of your complicated life,
Stuffed with bills and pills
And the external drive
To make noisy music
That I hate so much–
Because who can hear a fly
When someone’s screaming
C’mon c’mon TOUCH
Me babe?
Anyway, look…
Somewhere in between
The box of tissues
And the coloring book
Full of swear words
(Lady, you got issues),
I find a spot
To plop
My furry purry self down
And take a nap.
Because
Life doesn’t have to be
More complicated
Than that.

[Written in 2016.]

~*~

The Daily Prompt: Complicated.
Poetry form: free verse.
Image is mine.

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