"A New Plague" (Entry 480)

Ring-a-ring the telephone. 

A pocket full o' Twitter. 

A text here. A message there. 

We all Facebook 'Like'!

"The Reluctant Speaker" (Entry 476)

Breath caught and fought back. 

No time for an attack. 

Calm lungs, brain and throat. 

Can't do this! I'll grab my coat!

Stay focused and still. 

Turn-my? Now-me-kill!

Can't get in-order-words!

Gosh! This is so absurd!

It's only a five minute speech. 

Why does it feel outside my reach?

Too many faces staring my way. 

Can't I return another day?

Shuffle papers to shuffling feet. 

This is ridiculous! I can't compete. 

Force a smile, a pause, a cough and then first squeak. 

Five minutes pass... (applause, of course)

Thanks! I could come back next week?

"Colour Concert" (Entry 437)

Pigment cast. Chroma blush. 

Glow iridescent. Tinted wash. 

Luminous gloss. Painted bloom. 

Illuminate glaze. Embellish imbue.

Stains of colours. Hues ricochet.

Tone with words. Tinctures play.

"After You Left" (Entry 427)

When jokes blend with

Ether's hush

And smiles you've left

Gone way of Cheshire's cat. 

When long told yarns words

swept up with dust. 

I'll still remember the good times 

and all of that. 

"Dream's Diatribe - Waking's Praise" (Entry 424)

I woke up crying. 

From a dream, 

in which you were... 

lost. 

Not 'un'found. 

Lost to me - no longer around. 

(Prepared for ground.)

Can't say - nor scribe - the words. 

Though you know

My meaning

Of this keening. 

They wept and wailed. 

I watched them wail and weep. 

I stood before gathered crowd. 

You - I'm proud, but not of them. 

I bit and clawed and chewed them out. 

Told them all, without a doubt,

Of each mistake and disservice recorded,

With each word, it's you, 

It's you, I applauded. 

In the end, an audience shocked, knowing their woes from wrongs. 

A lament of venom. Poisoned songs.  

I woke up crying.

Devastated. 

(In seeing you, my fears abated.) 

Though I reel and break apart,

The scene unbidden which broke my heart. 

For in that nightmare, at the root,

Held many bitter bitten-tongued truth. 

I wish there was strength in my being,

To call them out (on your behalf) with words so freeing. 

Instead emotion stays locked inside,

In subconscious, these diatribes hide. 

I woke up crying,

from dream cruel and strange,

Knowing that there was one way, 

I could act on and change. 

I promise I'll be here you for always. 

I may have woken with tears,

But I'll mop away your sadness. 

Bring warmth and laughter to replace fears. 

I promise, with daring desire,

a passion's extol. 

I'll tell you, I LOVE YOU!

Each day,

With body, heart, mind and soul.

"To Be or 2b" (Entry 419)

To be. 

To see. 

You are. 

Okay for tea?

Ate. Oh, gee!

2b

2c

Ur

Ok4T

8 OG

"Grains of Truth in Words" (Entry 415)

The words you utter

Are multitude minute grains,

Sand spat at me, 

To hit cell and blood stream. 

Deluge of grit, grate and sear,

Through my body, soul and mind. 

Until it pounds upon my chest,

The flames of your true meaning scath,

Turns heart to glass, 

Which you shatter. 

To you - no matter. 

No thought or apology 

Of the pieces you've left of me. 

You carry on without care,

While I can never repair.

"Herds of Words" (Entry 378)

Picture me 

A dictionary. 

What do you see?

Collection of words. 

Alphabetised herds 

For literary nerds?

"From the Waterfall of Words" (Entry 342)

There's a waterfall of words 

hidden,

deep within a land of plentiful stories. 

Kept in the box with a secret door,

in the lavender scented drawer

of the old lady in the corner house

who owns the nine cats. 

At night, these moggies

take flight, to turn into bats,

carrying Cups of Inspiration

dipped into the Babbling Book Brook,

Loquacious Library Lake and the Word Unheard Waterfall.

Once filled to trill and thrill,

the bountiful bowls of talent are

tied by silver slivers of a shivering idea.  

Flap your nocturnal wings, you mewing muses,

then blow imagination across the world, 

through golden hope hoops make thought bubbles. 

Creativity began. You know, you can!

They stirred and purred. A miaow - Do it now!

All from a waterfall of words 

hidden

in the box with a secret door.

"Murder Changes Everthing" (Entry 289)

Murder changes the universe.
An added Numbness to the rhythm.
Language alters.
Becomes lackadaisical
in the word and world.
Incomplete,
after the fact.

The act of killing changes everything.
How?
No going back.
A shift in consciousness.
Don't belittle it,
by saying,
It's part of life's unknown dance.


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In memory of all those lost, and those effected by that loss, due to murder at anytime, anywhere.

Our love and thoughts go out to those today in Boston.

"'" (Entry 231)

"To validate the apostrophe.
Never meant a lot to me.
Until I owned that missing thing.
(Does this have a familiar ring?)
Listen. I am talking to you.
It's a poet's way - a todo."

"A Note" (Entry 200)

One line she wrote, and grinned to gloat,
"I found out, you shit!"
For him to find.

She left the note and took her coat.

Leaving emotional baggage behind.

"A Turn to the Dark Sentence" (Entry 165)

The devil of distinction is purely the inclination.
To delve into phases well above your station.
To take the phrase and be amazed at how it turns to darkness.
Live out the sentence, it's all pretentious.