poetry thread

[fata morgana]

Thank you for the insight, Flying Cloud–the actual knife was quite big and, yes, this is what made it eerie. I think I will write next about the sectioned doll parts and little spooky things which adorned some of the neighbor’s lawns near my apartment, as I was walking out to see the Bright EyesArab Strap show one night –never mind what THAT did to my collective unconscious…

[likeaghost]

crafter

a way of being or time we’re seeing/
skipping lines in my head/
only to avoid the simple/
sorry been so distant/
transition retreats many/
two to one; three from two/
I’m here for a year…

[fata morgana]

I like the visual aspect of your poem, likeaghost.

[fata morgana]

Pan, pan, pan
Tin muffins
Come out tanned
Blink, roast
Apple jelly cinnamon
Foster delicate toast
In a min.
What a sin!
Tin, tin, tin
Muffins been!

[fata morgana]

Shall It Go On?

Who knows…?

[fata morgana]

Still Life
The bananas are spotted
Like leopards
Drawn out after
Debating their lunch
The apples, ripe
Rest next to them

[likeaghost]

coded or loaded???

first not the latter
too bright for the batter
not to swing just unwind
without seeds must be kind
follow my daze
hoping for gaze
doughnuts can’t afford
two for a sword
moved by hood
still no good

[likeaghost]

clouded or crowded?

I’d have the answer if the question reached my head.
You see it’s still in bed.
Tread from the shoes that carried me through the grooves may be lost but cost per wear equals all those sequels since hollywood hits the coda more than soda in a case like it’s a repeat race.

So I’ll stumble through this mumble.
Maybe submit shouldn’t be hit?
Care if I dare to share, be where?
Dishes in the sink, only a minor kink.

Benched by myself.
Crawl from the shelf?
Been there before, gave up still sore.
Not this time, must make dime(s).

[likeaghost]

lot errie

numbers
days
numbers
daze
numbers
daisy is crazy with the idea of riches to fill her briches
rose knows not to lose her nose for numbers
slumber beats but barely buys sheets
another dollar for another day

[likeaghost]

ode to corrective vision

I dig the blurriness of my naked eyes
but the sharpness seen through my glasses is nice.
Why must craftmanship be so suspect?
I want never to buy new specs, yet mine have broken.
I have seen things I’ll never be able to write
through the lense that shares my scares.
Put the television on my lap?
See the other side of the tap?
choices make me fold

[rosa]

"likeaghost" wrote:

rose knows not to dispose of her nose for numbers

I just wanted to point out that my boyfriend calls me ‘rose’ and I have frequently opted not to have plastic surgery on my large nose despite years of childhood ridicule.

thank you. your writing is lovely, as always.

[likeaghost]

still ears

never saw the glory years
or at least understood them
four for fun
thought it just begun
times took turns
parody pardons pastings
cope for hope
ike i like
down with dewayne
games the same
plays make days
wins cure sins
that’s all yins

[fata morgana]

It’s Holloween
The day of the Dead
Where we like to have fun
With who we once were
Or who draws us closer–
Most
We dance and they follow

:aliensmile:

[likeaghost]

brown from the town
looking all around
ten from the draw
no one but pine sol
pounding salt for dues
boss ain’t got no shoes

[fata morgana]

greenback, green books
crooks and cranial cracked
value the looks
to substantiate
richness and futility

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