ADAM and EVE and ALIENS/ Poetry Picnic Week #1

FIRST I GOT SHUT OUT of Jingle, poem already done...what to do?  Then I got an invite to join the new Gooseberrygoespoetic Blog.  This is good, because poem seemed about to languish.  Thanks one and all (Jingle, of course!). 
Will not be able to comment for next couple of days because of necessary surgery...shhhh...but will try to catch up.  And, fingers crossed, please!


ADAM and EVE and ALIENS

This orb of trees
and blue seas
will be planted
with miracles
from this day forward.

A book will tell the legend.
Pull Eve from his rib now,
let her kiss the bleed
as if she could ever
heal the pain of Adam's desire.

All will bear the scar.
The secrecy of a bitten apple,
will create a yawning wound
as snakes contrive
illusions of fulfillment.

So like the other worlds
where androids reign.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #78

                                    
                                                       Photo/ Tess Kincaid


GREAT PHOTO for Magpie Prompt #78... thanks Tess!!


FOR ART'S SAKE...

Hey Pollock, paint's here! 
What do you mean by dribble?
I just don't get it.


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LAST BREATH/ Poetry Potluck #48

                                                                 Bouguereau/ Psyche

FOR Poetry Potluck #48, we are given the topic of "Passionate Nights of Love"...


LAST BREATH

Frangipani under the bed,
wafting promise.
Tendrils of weeping willow
at my window,
when the embrace goes cold.

Dust finally defines my body,
remembering the past nights
when our touches
were made of dew,
as if Scheherazade
lived under my skin.

Am I dead still,
looking for a life,
or born all over again
to find your caress.

Banish tears from my pillow,
let your mouth taste my words.

If only last breaths
could summon up
the craze of passion
instead of fear.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #77

                                                      Edward Hopper/ Summer Evening

EVERYTHING'S BUILT IN with an Edward Hopper.  Thanks to Tess for this presentation for Magpie Tales #77.


DREAM GIRL
So you're taking a road
that's less fractured,
no weeds,
just sweet blossoms
from Aphrodite's garden
blowing cheap perfume
into your dreams.

How far will I fall,
without dawn in your grip?
Can I find a link
to another hero
who's learned to sweat
at five in the morning?

Pull down your canvas sack,
don't forget the honeyed words.
Grind them under your heel
with the half smoked illusions.
Pack them up.

Then embrace the smolder
till a new genie takes form,
and gargoyles at the window
giggle at your good fortune.


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SINISTER/ Poetry Potluck #47

                                                      Toulouse-Lautrec/ Yvette Guilbert

 

THIS WEEK, for Poetry Potluck #47, we have the topic..."HISTORY and STORIES"...

SINISTER

Straight down the middle

is the line on which my history

plays hop-scotch.

This side blurs,

that side seeps

into the witch's cave,

all stalactites, hooked.

Sinister me,

a muddle of dim light,

yin and yang

slept in my mother's womb.

I want to play in heavy metal,

to tip the notes so far

that only an exorcism

can extract me back

into my true blue identity.

All the mystics decree,

even God on the Mount,

and angels flag me

to walk into the good light.

Maybe the bad seeds of my nature

can be ground into a fine residue,

swept away like a holy mandala,

the dust and fog of my karma.

 

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MAGPIE/ Prompt #76

                                                       photo/ tess kincaid


REALLY INTRIGUED by Magpie Tales #76  Thanks again Tess, for the challenge.


TIN GOD

Little Tin God,
you fooled at first
with bravura whirring,
grinning enigmatically,
pretending to be
a knight in shining armor.

Your fool's gold is chipping, warped,
rusty at heart,
makeup slipping,
parts assembled from cheap tricks.

Lost in the archeology
of the five and dime.


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