Catapulting, I
foreswore base jumping, and found
Landing much softer.
prompt: catapult
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Extreme Sports
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Equine Writes
May 19, 2017 Comments Off on Equine Writes
Back in days of yore
–there was
a centaur waging war
–because
he’d fallen for a flighty miss,
an equine known as Pegasus,
and way back when
–as story goes
was set against
–these horsey beaus
the reason being that the beasts,
had plows to sow
not vows for priests,
inflamed, the centaur sought
–redress
for equal rights
—no more
or less–
loading bow, and loosing arrow
felling those whose minds were narrow
and though the price
he paid
–was high
in end he wed his
–soaring bride
atop Olympus mount—
“I do’s”
were neighed and nickered,
swapping shoes
Yes story is
–No•tori•ous–
both dreadful
and
–so glorious
the resolution clear, of course,
the right to love–
half man & horse.
prompt: notorious
Knock Wood
May 3, 2017 Comments Off on Knock Wood
i took steps
to change my life,
real steps
–not under
ladders, though—
tried angles without shade…
changing bad habits
one by one
–combining 1 & 3
2 make 4, i
designated Friday
to stew,
and scratched the sauté, i
traded hooker heels for
horse shoes, &
closed Windows
–so rain couldn’t get in—
furling umbrellas, i
dyed kitty hare
blonde,
–pulled rabbit feet
like petals–
salted anything behind me, and to the left, i also
trashed pepper, so’s not to sneeze…
collecting pennies from wishing wells, i
saved ‘em heads up
glued wishbones back together,
i weighted my end–
looking in glass
to check work, as
id
scuttled
all reflection.
Well Maid Peace
April 28, 2017 Comments Off on Well Maid Peace
my lacquer,
is knackered,
is chipped, nicked and finished–
and clear,
my veneer
is dulled and diminished…
shellack
from
verknack
is cracking—no joke!
my varnish
so tarnished,
there’s no anecdote…
yes, I’ve lost
my gloss
tossed wrenches unneeded,
explains why
my wolf cry
is lately unheeded…
with bluster, though
luster grows
finding way back
to un-knick
my knacker,
and polish with wax,
a layer
mixing prayer
with skin newly formed…
in animate
laminate
patina unworn.
prompt: knackered
olé
April 20, 2017 Comments Off on olé
In blood-stippled dust
more read than rust
a crumpled cape lay
. . .
–cloven hoof prints
and steel-soled boots
imprinted
(in line)
–abandoning arena
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