NaPoWriMo # 16

Other Lawns

Snow falls in Denver while I
think about the Subway in New York
Wanderlust captures my thoughts,
when I go somewhere new. The grass
is so green in these new places.
Visiting Dallas, Atlanta, Knoxville, green
grew as it did in Knoxville and San Antonio.
After 2 weeks in Scottsdale for work, the color
faded for me.

I can’t be happy where I am,
always wanting to be on a different lawn.
Those other lawns might end be brown and
burnt or even we and swampy. I still am wherever
I go, my problems come along .
In the morning
I’d still have to mow the grass.

April 16, 2008

NaPoWriMo # 15

Who am I Made to Be?

I want to try,
If I could fly,
But my feet are on the ground,
So often not making a sound.
If I would fight, I could
with all my might,
Find myself,
Find myself,
To be someone else,
Other that the facade I wear,
But could I dare,
to risk all my insecurities
getting rid of all my vanities,
and be the man, God made me to be.

April 15, 2008

NaPoWriMo # 14

Day Fourteen in Denver

Dead tired after
a plane ride to Denver.
Parking was bad in Downtown
but didn’t get the “Denver Boot”,
just fed the meters lots of quarters.
Took pictures
of two different Starbucks,
I’m a bit of a coffee addict & fanatic,
while taking in the Denver atmosphere.
Back at my hotel,
I laughed out loud alone,
as I watched a Youtube video
of an elephant in Burma,
painting a self portrait.
How profound.

I’m dead tired.

April 14, 2008

NaPoWriMo # 13

Perfect Day

On a planet far away,
a talking dog has a perfect day.
Rex got up, as usual,
read the paper.
He drank his Sumatra Coffee,
while riding the bullet tube to work.
His boss sauntered in after him,
never asking about the report,
three weeks overdue.

Work day done,
tube ride back to his section of town,
met Lulu at the dog park.
Ooh there were some good smells today.
Another quick tube ride across town with Lulu.
Met the guys at the Dogotorium.
Puffed a few excellent Martian cigars,
and had an excellent dinner.
They make the best bone filet there.

Later, when Lulu and he were alone,
drinking coffee with dessert at Barkbucks,
Rex was fearless
he popped the question.
Lulu said yes.
She would be his bride.

April 13, 2008

NaPoWriMo # 12

Throw It Out With the Trash

Throw it out,
I can’t think.
Throw it out,
I just blink.
Throw it out,
not the baby.
Throw it out,
with the trash.
Throw it out,
empty egg cartons.
Throw it out,
empty promises.
Throw it out,
hollow words.
Throw it out,
writer’s block.
Throw it out,
can’t even talk.
Throw it out,
without your clout.
Throw it out,
In a pinch.
Throw it out,
life’s a cinch.
Throw it out,
old dirty sock.
Throw it out,
big red rock.
Throw it out,
what a rout.
Throw it out,
don’t you pout.
Throw it out,
old sour milk.
Throw it out,
moth-eaten silk.
Throw it out,
dirty diaper pail.
Throw it out,
piles of mail.
Throw it out,
lines not written.
Throw it out,
dreams not lived.
Throw it out,
trips not taken.
Throw it out,
chances passed by.
Throw it out,
days I’ve wasted.
Throw it out,
regrets of yesterday
Throw it out,
long carried grudges
Throw it out,
anger expressed hastily.
Throw it out,
my self- doubt.
Throw it out,
week old trout.

Throw it out,
without a doubt.

April 12, 2008

NaPoWriMo # 11

Stuck On The Prairie

They mouth freedom,
So livid at the majesty,
Not seen in the garden.
They want to imagine a brilliant time
When their enterprise
Brings to fruition
Years of hard work.

Until then,
The are like immigrants
In a covered wagon
Stuck on the prairie,
Putting the comfort
Of their opinions away

April 11, 2008
Poem made started from randomly picking magnetic poetry words.

NaPoWriMo # 10: I am Captivated

I am Captivated

I hear words play,
condensed, distilled,
large, rich and full.
Over and over,
new scenes unfold.
The clock ticks,
midnight looms.
The calendar page
is tipping while I hurry.
Robert Pinksy speaks,
Stanley Kunitz presents,
Louise Glück and others
I never met
hold my attention.

Recordings of poems
echo still, even
after my iPod stopped.

NaPoWriMo # 9.5

I will post poem # 10 later, but thought this was really cool and can be found here. I saw this on Chicklegirl's site for her NaPoWriMo # 8.

NaPoWriMo # 9: Far From Home

Far From Home

Friends are far away,
heart lonely
Many voicemails left.

Loyalty I have
for them, but
I need more friendships.

Virtual world can
be lonely,
Need more real contact.

Eight years of desert,
wilderness
is wearing on me.

Hundred miles away
doesn’t seem
as far as it feels.

Phone calls and email
Is often
not enough for me.

Should I return home,
is the grass,
as green as I hope?

Or is the story,
for me, you
can’t get there from here.

Friends are far away;
my time in
the desert prevails

April 9, 2008

This Poem is a Lune, and was a prompt at Poefusion Blog. The Lune was invented by poet Robert Kelly. It's a three line poem with a syllable count of 5/3/5.

NaPoWriMo # 8

Former Wisconsin Beauty Queen

Flowered mesh captures hair floating above sun-glassed eyes
She sneaked the harsh Chinese cigarettes
Striking the match on the bottom of her shoe
Her cloyingly touch caused my brother to seethe
She changed her name and learned to swim
Rolled her hips and shimmied at a club on Calle Ocho.

She’s a bit of a strange old bird
With her nest of curly gray hair
So, three husbands and two dogs later,
she left Kenosha and
moved down to Ft. Lauderdale.

She’s making friends and breaking
hearts at the Royal Palms Retirement Community.
There she spikes the punch on bingo night,
and raises eyebrows and heartbeats with
her provocative, flamboyant shuffleboard style.
She may get kicked out,
once again,
If her chain-smoking
doesn’t finish her off first.

April 8, 2008
Finished from lines of a Chain Poem at ReadWritePoem.