Protected: The Gatekeeper’s Children–by Philip Levine
April 10, 2017 
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Lo, Lo, Lo…(L)
April 9, 2017 Comments Off on Lo, Lo, Lo…(L)
I met a guy named Chuck
His middle name was Les
And when it came to having fun
that Chuckles was the best
His Gig was feeding Gulls
A Chor tle birdies crowed
tickling ribs & slapping knees
Chuck scattered funny bones…
He whooped it up with cranes
guffawed with every wren
that Merry Men hee-hawed & then
cackled once again
prompt: chuckles
Abstract
April 8, 2017 Comments Off on Abstract
Some things are too big
for words.
You are too big
for words.
a thousand sentences
can’t caption your essence,
and no single term
a synonym.
Some people are too
much for letters
–not 3
–nor 5
describes
the who of you,
and it’s harder to say how…
Some people are
too grand
for pictures
–larger than life
and twice as beautiful,
no pixel pile
reflects your
spark,
and contrary to
superstition
–no print
can
show
your soul.
My Little Poemy
April 6, 2017 Comments Off on My Little Poemy
Seeing Red
Over Yellow
and Green, 2 eye
–I wrote a scathing peace
coached in Blue Language
and pasted Scarlet Letters
it ran somewhat long
–the resultant
Purple Prose
more
Rainbow Bright
than intended
–but pleasing all the same.
For the Owl
April 6, 2017 Comments Off on For the Owl
I am bad at
bye-ology
–oh, I am good at
dissecting things
–frogs, in particular—
and fine with peering
>this close<
(and closer)
under microscopes
but bad at letting
things slide
.
I have taken up
hi-eroglyphics,
lately, though
for all that it’s passe
(is it, really?)
‘cause the future is sketchy
and lines are blurred
and I am great
at first impressions
–better yet–
at drawing
conclusions.
Get Back
April 2, 2017 Comments Off on Get Back
Taking
steps
on rocky road
my foot
falls,
but
I don’t
fish tail,
I don’t
knee jerk,
I don’t
pretend I’m hip
–I write
my body
at work–
get a leg up
and tread
more surely
. . .
careful
not to kick
the scree
that screwed
me
at the
get go.
Pocket Pets
April 2, 2017 Comments Off on Pocket Pets
I bought myself
a little ham
thinking it’d be funny
that ratster slept
all day, and kept
me up at night by running
Next I tried a
a guinea pig
after some research
but high-pitched squeaks
gave me the creeps
and made my eardrums hertz
I moved on to
a kangaroo
I planned to keep out back
by leaps and bounds
too soon I found
the ‘roo preferred my shack
I’ve settled on
Burmese python
and gifted him to X
from whom I’ve heard
No single word
–a marvel to digest.
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