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Poem: A Sonnet on the Bard’s Day

(Happy Birthday William Shakespeare – 450 Years)

On this happy day when the Bard was born
shall I write for you a dulcet sonnet?
Pouring out words in this the Bard’s own form
rendered here ill composed yet passionate?

And in return would you bestow a kiss?
Soft sweetness from your luscious graceful lips
leaving behind traces of happiness
and stirring wanton thoughts in its eclipse.

But that is simply a dreamers fancy
that one such as you would be stirred to act
by mere poetry from someone like me
no matter how pretty the words are wrapped

Yet I think this is how fires start burning
by dropping a spark into the yearning.

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Poem: Longing

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #13)

it rises
like waves
building
bursting
bubbling up
from places
buried
forgotten
suppressed

cascading
until I am
trembling
all want
quivering
all hope
yearning
all need
skidding
into the
inevitable
disappointment
that arrives
on cue

yet somehow
still I dare
to dream.

Poem: Scrapping Bottom

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #13)

I present unknown shoe bottom goo
mixed in with day-old brain residue
extruded and shaped
now newly twice baked
and proudly herein offered to you

I think this poem a day creative pain
is slowly and steadily starting to drain
my poetic ability
so I can no longer see
when the rhyme is stretched and strained

the framing of each and every verse
is really becoming quite perverse
so I do now think
that before I truly stink
I will now stop before it gets worse

Ick!

Poem: Stagnant

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #13)

locked
solid
rigidly
stable

unmoving
inactive
silently
inable

festering
cesspool
at this
kitchen table

typing
listless
monotonous
awful fables

rooted
frozen
sluggish
insufferable

some days
the words
clog cling
dissipate

some days
the poet
finds poetry
impenetrable

and simply
sinks down
into the
quagmire
of aching
silence.

Poem: Hollow

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #13)

 

solid on the outside
knock on the surface
and hear from inside
the sound of echoes

nothing there
just emptiness
a vacant space
where something
precious might
once have been.