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Swine & Pearls exist even here

She walks in starlight in another world.

Time in essence
Posted:Apr 12, 2022 7:12 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2023 5:16 pm
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An hour is a year when
- standing in line
- waiting for a call
- you're or tired
- its' pm on a Friday

An hour is a second when
- laughing with a friend
- holding a hand in the iCU
- a lunch break
- tinkering

An hour. Every hour & any hour.....is yours, mine, ours when we have the time.

Natl poetry month prompt. An hour.

I totally blew off the head scratching prompts of past days such as.......vending surprise, places in the CLE, loosing COVID view. smh over and over
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Limppricks
Posted:Apr 10, 2022 8:00 am
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2023 5:16 pm
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Laughing Sal was a scary gal,
Her grinning face, a mask.
Slide some m0ney her way,
Fortunes coming, she'd say,
Or not, just remember, you asked.

************************************

Why are Limericks dirty
Mostly they aren't even flirty.
Just a few lines of crude
And glaringly rude
Words of sex offered truly absurdly.
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Poetry in motion cuz I need a break
Posted:Apr 7, 2022 6:33 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2023 5:17 pm
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Poetry to music aka a song. Not mine obviously.

Its a beeboppy fave that's been spinning round my head all day. The filters will butcher it but I refuse to adjust perfection.

ALL HER FRIENDS TELL ME SHE'S GOT A HALO
I THINK I KNEW THAT RIGHT FROM THE GET GO
BUT IF THERE'S SOMETHING TUCKED BENEATH HER FLOORBOARDS
WELL THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT, THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT, ITS' ALRIGHT

SHE BLEW IN LIKE A WARM WINTERS GUST
KNOCKED ME OFF OF MY DUSTY HIGH
HAD TO CHECK MY HEART AT HER FRONT DOOR
WELL THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT, THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT, ITS' ALRIGHT

[Chorus]
HEY HEY, GIRL YOU'RE ALRIGHT
AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO TRY
DON'T HAVE TO TRY
HEY HEY, YOU'RE A WELCOME SURPRISE
YOU'RE THE BUTTERFLIES DANCING ON MY INSIDES
OH MY, OH MY
LET ME FEAST MY EYES ON YOU GIRL, CUZ YOU'RE ALRIGHT

WANT A GUIDED TOUR BEHIND HER SCENES
WANT A ONE WAY TICKET FOR A FRONT ROW SEAT
AND EVEN IF I SPOT EVERY PUPPET STRING
WELL THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT, THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT, IT'S ALRIGHT
[Chorus]
ALL HER FRIENDS TELL ME SHE'S GOT A HALO
I THINK I KNEW THAT RIGHT FROM THE GET GO
YEAH WELL THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT
OH THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT
YEAH YOU'RE QUITE ALRIGHT
YEAH YOU'RE QUITE ALRIGHT

OH MY OH MY
OH MY, MY, MY
OH YOU'RE QUITE ALRIGHT
ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT

Paul Otten - Girl You're Alright
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The Skinny
Posted:Apr 6, 2022 5:56 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2023 5:17 pm
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Of the poetry challenge
Feeling
Its
The
Worst
Feeling
Its
the
best
Feeling
The challenge of poetry

Day SlX 0f the national poetry month challenge is in the bag and oddly, was the easiest 0NE yet.

“The Skinny” is an poem. I'd describe it's style but I'm not allowed

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Weather or not it matters.
Posted:Apr 5, 2022 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2023 5:17 pm
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Plop
Plop, plop.

Tap, tap, tap
Rat a tat, tat, tat, tat, tat tat tat tat.

The sounds 0f the coming storm and quickening rain drive me t0 the window.

I watch as single drops gather speed and size, falling together in a sprinkle, a shower, a deluge.

I wait in hopes 0f seeing cleaner windows, a cleaner car, a cleaner street.

Spring showers and rain storms take turns washing away the winter weary salt stains 0n the scarred and pitted roads.

This seasons pot , filled now to their deceptively smooth surface. Reflecting in a shimmering 0f oil and gasoline rainbows, the bitter angry clouds above that have waited months to be able to pour out their vengeance on a dirty and neglected world.

Washing it clean or just washing the mess into another's street and stream.

-Change in the weather.

Day FlVE in national poetry month challenge.
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Just begging for it
Posted:Apr 4, 2022 6:44 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2023 5:17 pm
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An ode to Haiku
That glorious brief style.
Monday proof.

Todays prompt for national poetry day was chilldh00d memories.

Not on a Monday. They've lost their damn minds. I think today's Monday was just mean.

Would some dommy type with a flogger or paddle please punish it.

Oh look! Its just begging for another.
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Yes. A FIB. That's no lie.
Posted:Apr 3, 2022 7:49 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2023 5:18 pm
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ALT!
STOP!
A thief,
stealing my
words away each night.

Know this, blog, your A.I. will fail.

I am watching, testing, challenging your programming.

You have failed to take into acc0unt a menopausal woman's vow to defeat you.

The unwavering petty and stubborn commitment of a volatile, hormone saturated female animal, to break, conquer, destroy.

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Fooled for thought-freestyle
Posted:Apr 2, 2022 5:32 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2023 5:19 pm
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ElGHT billion bodies,
IOO billion neurons each.
A collective unconsciousness,
Pieced together and torn apart with each death and birth.

Oné single Cuzi
IOO billion neurons, she.
Turns south and thinks
If I breathe in deep I've just shared
a breath that came out of Jesse in Key west this morning.
Maybe a hiccup shared by Chen Zho in Wuhan last Tuesday.

I do like key limes.

Is it next to impossible not to think like others.
It is impossible to think exactly like anyone else.
Ditto with feelings.
Emotions.

Thoughts are there, but should I care?
I don't. They happen anyway.
Somebody else's neurons have escaped.
Why else would I be writing really bad noetry
and have flash thoughts of mushrooms, poop and key limes.

I did have a bean burrito yesterday.
Do beans lead to neurological flatulence.

I really do like key limes.

-Simply different

Day TW0 of the national poetry month challenge.
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Spring sings and rhymey things
Posted:Apr 1, 2022 7:32 pm
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2023 8:05 pm
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It was a yes
Or maybe, no.
A brief blank look
How would I know.

A glare to stop,
A nod for go.
TW0 blinks too fast
You move too slow.

Malice cloaked in pastels
Honor seen in black.
Indifference branded skin deep,
Warmth in a shirt off a back.

Cookies to heal a spirit,
Soft words a troubled mind.
Tears and a grin of understanding,
Peace of a different kind.

Deliverance at a stop light
Gratitude in a cuss.
Redemption in a FlVE spot
Absolution on a bus.

-Lessons from a stranger

Todays prompt for day 0NE of national poetry month.

Dont look at me. Its Friday. Its lent. I just came for the fish fry and a side of home fries.
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