Nov 9, 2011

Kicking the tires...

It has been a long time since I've posted....Blogger is new looking and I have to get familiar with it again. 

Apr 27, 2010

NaPoWriMo # 27: Outside the Delirium


Outside the Delirium

Orchestral movements, diorama dreams
Canines and felines swim slowly upstream
Tiny violins are playing for the complainers.
Overrun with roaches, my
Back scratcher has become a weapon.
Execution or eviction, either one
Reverse direction !

April 27, 2010

Apr 24, 2010

NaPoWriMo # 24: REX Surveys the Damage

REX Surveys the Damage

There aren’t any plastic eggs
after four rains soaked
& overwhelmed his planet.
REX had hard words
for the weather bureau,
all were caught off guard
Clean up started,
all dogs of the planet
had trouble locating
missing bones & balls.

REX decided it was time
to visit his local Barkbucks,
get a double espresso,
ricochet some thoughts
& banter with the baristas.
He need to kills some time
till life got back to
the normal rhythm
and Dogopolis dried out.

Puddles everywhere,
papers & leaves still
floated like butterflies in migration.
When he’d get home
LULU would be glad to know
Barkbucks had cleaned up,
enough to be brewing again.
Soon the Bullet Tube
would be running again,
& working from home
would end.

April 24, 2010

Rex has also made appearances in 2009 and 2008.

Apr 22, 2010

NaPoWriMo # 22: Old Enemies

Old Enemies

The day started as abruptly
as a bomb reverberating
outside the cold war shelter,
the shelter that was never use for
the bomb that never dropped.

The doors of the shelter were
covered in rust,
flowers filled the fears
of tomorrows predicted to
be replaced by mushroom clouds
instead of flinching, crouching under desks
we are all dizzy from the Wall
crumbling in 1989.

While we walked
the emporium of cold war relics,
a squall was building,
a fierce psychosis of false security,
as the loan bombers,
replaced the normal old enemies,
that once could always be
reachable
by a red phone.


April 22, 2010

This poem was based off a prompt at Read Write Poem that showed a Wordle.
Here is a Wordle made from my poem. You can make a Wordle to by going to http://www.wordle.net/

Apr 21, 2010

NaPoWriMo # 21: My Sister's News


My Sister’s News

I know I should have been happy for you,
but I was so sad for me.
Colorado seems so far away.
I know it’s just a phone call,
just an email,
I know we live 100 miles apart now,
but Colorado seems so far away,
you’ll seem so far away.
It’s been a while
since we live so far apart.
We used to live 1000s and 1000s miles away,
you in California,
me in Massachusetts,
Then me in Florida,
you in California,
but it’s been so long.
I know I should be happy for you,
Colorado seems so far away.
but I’m so sad for me,
today.

April 21, 2010

Apr 20, 2010

NaPoWriMo # 20: April is Hard

April Is Hard

Poems have been ruling over me.
Quantity over quality has weighed,
like a bag of bricks on my shoulders.
April is the cruelest month,
so said a great poet.
He must have participated in
NaPoWriMo 1930 something.

Pushing yourself can be good,
can be tiring,
can be surprising.
Worth the effort?
Of coarse it is!
When it’s run the course,
I may be hoarse
in my mind.
April has worn me
down, pushed me hard,
and stretched my writing muscles.
Will I do it again,
next year?
You bet!

April 20, 2010

Apr 18, 2010

NaPoWriMo # 18: Cat and Dogs


 Cats and Dogs

Cats are self-centered,
doing what and when they want.
Loyalty does not seem to be there.
Dogs are another story.
You don’t hear of any Old Yeller cat books
Dogs aim to please, sometimes
almost worshiping the ground,
their owners walk on.
The cat could care less.




April 18, 2010
 

Apr 16, 2010

NaPoWriMo #16: Running From Myself

Running From Myself

my heart is bursting
off my sleeves
I’m broken
the pieces feel
like they’ll never
come back together.
I tried to pick them up
but kicked them
across the floor
under the refrigerator
I could cry all day
weeping through the night
the fog hangs over me
I tried to climb
out of the depressed clouds
but I keep slipping
keep falling
back to the mess of me
can’t quite catch my breath
I’m drowning in pain.
composure’s hard to keep
aching heart bleeds
trying to fake it
barely can contain it
scared to face me
I keep hiding
keep running
but myself
catches up to me
and must run again,
must flee on the treadmill

April 14, 2010

NaPoWriMo #15: Flying Past Saturn


Flying Past Saturn
The planet Saturn had me in
awe when I was in 6th grade.
I clipped newspaper articles
from the Providence Journal
when I lived with my grandparents,
and still went by Jamie, instead do James.
I couldn’t get enough,
day after day, in the paper,
in National Geographic Magazine,
that my Nana shared with me.
Wondrous pictures taken by Voyager I
Big dreams, vast dreams I had.
My big Christmas presents that year,
the Micronauts, little translucent spacemen
that went through tubes;
I played with them for hours.
When did I stop dreaming about space?
When did I stop clipping articles?
Maybe the mess of nuclear family explosions,
blew up my love of outer space,
Saturn then Jupiter
Kaboom!
Kaboom
The wonder went
up in a mushroom cloud.
Those dreams floated
out into to space,
on the back of the Voyager.

A bit of wonder,
pieces of dreams
crept back upon me,
when my two boys,
asked for a telescope,
after watching Nova:
Hunting the Edge of Space.
Magnificent pictures captured
all of our imaginations.

 

“Jamie” may catch a spaceship
flying to his dreams again


April 15, 2010

Apr 14, 2010

NaPoWriMo #14: Poem Line


Poem Line

This poem line has been removed to protect the writer.
This poem line has been deleted to protect the innocent.
This poem line has been stricken to protect the guilty.
This poem line has been purged to preserve favorite conspiracy theories.
This poem line has been expunged from the record to protect national security.
This poem line has been rubbed out to protect the rubber eraser industry.
This poem line has been recalled to preserve the Class Action Lawsuit industry.
This poem line  has been blocked to exclude exclusive clubs .
This poem line has been blacked out to preserve the white out industry.
This poem line has been blown up to protect the dynamite makers.
This poem line has been bleeped out to protect television companies.
This poem line has been cut up to preserve the scissor makers.
This poem line has been sterilized to be ready for surgery.
This poem line has been forgotten to protect the dreamers.
This poem line has been crossed out to make the easily angered, mad.

April 14, 2010