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On This Easter Day

Posted in Image Poetry, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 23, 2011 by dustus


Do you remember me, Grandma?
These lilies are for you
Picked them at your favorite park
The one near Arthur Kill

Imagine she misses Grandpa
Night lights in vacant eyes
Drawn to sudden song from birds
Past war abducted mind

Do you remember me, Grandma?
When I was Little D?
Within your yard I’d cross home plate
Pretend to be a Yankee

And will you remember me, Grandma?
On this Easter Day
Slave labor tortured
We’re out of time
I watch you wheel away

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*The above poem is my response the One Stop Poetry Picture Prompt Challenge. The above photo is by a talented and kindhearted Canadian photographer, Mr. Greg Laychak! Check out his interview today over at OSP.


Your Lame Balloon

Posted in One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 9, 2011 by dustus


Sphere filled with tears
Dead weight upon the ground
Gravity finally found an anchor
Lemon has touched down

As I deflate
You levitate
Letting go
Hot air
Escapes…

So
My life won’t fly
Away with you!
Don’t want to stay
Your lame balloon


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*The above poem is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. The prompt was shot by the amazingly talented photographer Lauren Randolph. She is the featured artist today on One Stop Poetry. Check out her interview with Chris G.

The Fairest One Of All

Posted in One Shoot, One Stop Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2011 by dustus


Just know that I did love you
Before my coffin calls
Some lies corrode like pesticide
Cutting felt with saw

Time had taken three words
Past life for it I’d say
When match won’t spark
Missed archer’s mark
Instead she split
My brain

People make their choices
Remanding those who came
So what if I hear voices!
Lost pawn engulfed in flames

Who knew these were true feelings?
Undoubtedly grim to pall
Blossoming beside herself
Snow White had judged me wrong


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*The above poem is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. The prompt was shot by photographer & poet India Hobson. She is the featured artist today on One Stop Poetry.

Upside Down

Posted in One Shoot, One Stop Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 22, 2011 by dustus


Writing in the dark today

Migraines make me think this dying
Jagged gravel scrapes through brain
Alone, afraid, yet keep on fighting

Black silhouettes of chosen loss
Not scripting lines believing crossed
When shadows formed by infected trees
Paradise flipped symmetrically
Hence, my chosen fallacy—
Walk through water mentally
And the irony: returning leaves
With art projecting endlessly

No mirage exists herein
Now glowing mists, forest glistening
Trying squirms from lifeless shows
Knocks—thud sounds within cranial bones
Under throes of melted snow
Whereto walking I don’t know
Pressure changed so long ago

Spring lost, beginning—this ache feels true
Again faunal stages pan
As returning voices echo through
Golden bows and Puck’s woodland
Fergus, Shallot, Arthur’s clan
Crowning floral thorns on bloom
Myths may flow through afternoons

So what’s found above…
God in sky?
Kamikaze doves?
Love proclaimed without a hug?
Unable to recall
The entirety
From my birth
Or last night’s dream
Illusions of duality
Flip side from lost gravity
Ripple blotted sanity
Shallow fathom
Stretching reach
Still entrance made
One born through breech

My best guess is that time will end
Finding when our sleep amends
A race to space evolved from beasts
While lucid yearning pines for peace
I’m upside down
Where clouds should be
Breakthrough prayers
To find relief

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*The above prompt for this poem (which is actually upside down here) was shot by the incredibly talented photographer, James Rainsford. He was just featured on One Shoot Sunday (which was our most popular One Shoot to date!) …Please check out this interview and surf the links to Mr. Rainsford’s work.

*The poem is my offering for Week 38 of One Shot Wednesday
Thank You

Good Luck ( #haiku )

Posted in haiku, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 19, 2011 by dustus


Majestic spread wings
Perched upon The Renaissance
Leaving his good luck

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*The above haiku poem is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. The prompt was shot by photographer & poet James Rainsford. He is the featured artist today on One Stop Poetry.

Dying Requests

Posted in Image Poetry, One Shoot with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 13, 2011 by dustus

Before I die
Light these Roman candles
Like a bartender pours 3 double-shots in a row
Across glass molds formed from ounces blown

Without break to flow phelgmatic
In jest congestion; the hypocritically kind—
Exiled into passive-aggression
Too young for hardened arteries
Too old repeats inside my mind 

Biochemical cured concrete
Spun within human drums
Arrhythmic beatings
Spread feelings harden

Dendritic shorts come to naught
Failed circuit switch
Mined powder, dementia

Whitewashing anguish
Extinguishing, we perish
Each cause ill fate
Go ahead and stare
at me…
I will never blink
Being partly there

No smoking hot Medusa
Wilting willow hair for snakes

Think of me as Dostoyesky

Hearing appraisal howls

Trumpet blares, wailing wolf

Rejoicing from inner war

Before night quells peace

When missing sentences kill

Me, Anna Karenina

This solitude, an empty room

Torture acts
Beyond contemplation
Mourning life
Lost sight
Truth lies
Self taken

Arresting spirit, one-way vacation
Upon snowflake-pattern doily
A flower vase empty, missing blooms
Frost replaced spring afternoons
Table-sized at grandma’s
Fighting epileptic agony
“Verily, Verily, I say unto you,”
What is memory
When depression wills?
Light unto infinity
Judgments nobody asks until

Engravement upon his tombstone
Please
“Except a corn of wheat fall
Into the ground and die

When hammers chiseling tragedy
Carved below an arc of slate
To make the place of rest, decay
For all our flesh
That is fate
We are the dirt
I am afraid

Cancer sticks
They too pass on
Dismissed, not lit
Tasting chemically bitter
Having lost rounds through half-life
Eclipsed sunshine; wax-sealed
Penny lain upon each eye
As the music leaves
This prop stands, waiting
For someone to finally don’t shoot me

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*This poem is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. The prompt was shot by photographer Fee Easton, featured today on One Stop Poetry.

Theatre of the Absurd

Posted in Flash Fiction, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 6, 2011 by dustus


Final Act
(across background)

Elvis-attired Andy Kaufman

Crowns Hulk Hogan

Folding chair concussing!


(Center-staged, foreground)
Man:

“Can’t afford my funeral

Nobody’s home

Life’s meaningless

Stop with Nostradamus!

Nobody’s coming

Lowman

To cardboard homes

Pozzo not-so Lucky

Words POOF…

polluting wind”

(He crumples script
Then takes out cell;
Texts girlfriend
Exits
Meets her at coffee shop
Offering
Forget-me-nots)

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*The above Flash Fiction 55 (microfiction in 55 words) is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge.

The prompt is courtesy of photographer Jacob Lucas. He is featured today on One Stop Poetry. Check it out. Please leave him a comment if you dig his work.  (The interview was conducted by Chris Galford).